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| 'U' All 'N' (B.G.) |
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First Verse:
Stop it right thereI dare you to cross that line
Do it I'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loosebacked upwith long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth
Both cliques can't livesomebody gotta see dirt
What makes you think I'ma let'cha ride first?
Try to hide outthat makes shit worse
Believe I'm comin'a hundred in the drum and
I don't spanked somethin'
Got the set wonderin'
Bitch niggas runnin'
Cable is comin'
That's what'cha get THINK I ain't bout nothin'
You done been showedbrains blowed
You should have knowedNew Orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to SatanB.G. ain't bout no fakin'
I handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'
Chorus:
You think I ain't gone split a wig? Think again
You guessin' and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin'think again
You think I ain't gone split a wig? Think again
You guessin' and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin'think again
Second Verse:
I'ma silent niggayou know mobsters eat lobsters
I'ma rider niggariders tote choppers
I'ma gangsta niggagangstas wet shirts
I'ma thinker niggathinkers ride first
I'ma youngster niggayoungsters takin' over
I'ma soldiertrip get it knocked off your shoulder
I'ma roller niggayou can't predict me
Thinkin' I'm fakeyou can't know me
I come hard with 'tillery four deep
Remember I tear down both sides of the street
Nigga I bethe Ca$h Money B.G.
Ain't no sleep if you beef with me
I'll let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep
I'll be in all black with reeboks on my feet
Say what's up to SatanB.G. ain't bout no fakin'
I handle mine with no debatin'stop underestimatin'
Chorus
Third Verse:
Don't think I'm lamedon't judge me off your thoughts mane
Come at me sideways I hook up with JuvTurkand Wayne
You can't explainyou wanna be hard don't whine
I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine
Sendin' messagessay I'ma bitch you'll leave me wet
I can't believe you believe I take death threats
You're wrong Wootayyou're absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootayyour seventeen damagin' health
That's another spankin' completed under my belt
Your Mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son done been left
Brains cooked like a cheftoo late for Doctors to help
It's All On Uyou brought that issue on yourself
Think you could know megot kicked off the shelf
I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth
Nigga say what's up to SatanB.G. ain't bout no fakin'
I handle mine with no debatin'stop underestimatin'
Chorus
Think....fore you get checkmated
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