187 Big Tymers – B. Gizzle – letras

[B.G.]I’m a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.Don’t stunt, nigga, my K hold fiftyAnd I will use, in a minute you six feetI refuse to lose, I issue bluesIt’ll be no cluesWhen I strike, you loseI tip-toe light in Reebok shoesYour issue’s.. where I hangYou cannot stand without your pistol in your handYou ain’t no manYou get ran.. off tha set… like a bitchAnd if you stay.. it’s trigga playMotherfucker, you get splitAnd once it’s on, it’s on, you all inI’m comin’ full force after tha hissin’Stay off tha block.. ’cause everyday I spin tha benWithout a grinHot Boy$ I represent.. to tha endJust me and my girlfriendWe out to winStill got ki’s for tenI get from BBring ’em straight in tha U.P.T.After tha pack it’s chance for me off six deepI front a niggaTried to play me, ain’t playin’ meThought it was all gravyHe got his issue(Chorus4x [B.G.])It’s gon’ be 187 after 187It’s gon’ be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11[Juvenile]They got a lot of.. niggas tryin’ ta.. get me killedBut I done flipped.. tha fuckin’ script.. and played it realNow I’m dippin’.. an Expidition.. around tha cornerAnd can do.. just about.. whatever I wantI’m money-rollin’.. and it’s legalAnd ain’t no quittin’ in tha RegalBehind tha tints.. my chopper’s spittin’Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin’ us inIt’s like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it’s on againI know it’s showin’.. how niggas scorin’.. I can hear ya talkin’Niggas knowin’.. now they hoin’.. to me for offersI can’t holla.. don’t have no powder.. until tomorrowBut I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrowNigga, goYou’re ’round my door.. you’re drawin’ heatYou can go.. but on this porch you destroyin’ meNo exception.. at disrespectin’.. can’t let it happenNow you step in.. my fuckin’ section.. talkin’ ’bout jackin'(Chorus4x)[B.G.]Duck.. nigga, duckCuz when I come I gon’ bust.. fifty-plusDon’t give a fuck who in tha wayIt’s on you.. when I sprayWhoever hit, look here, it’s on youTha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it downWe get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clownNiggas fucked up don’t know.. what to expectCash Money liable to do anything nextFly around your set in a private jetHave your bitch next to me in a CorvetteOr ridin’ on tha back of my motorbikeAround tha second line stun’n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)[Juvenile]We showcasin’, bodies erasin’.. we want it allJoe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ballSeven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin’ upGettin’ rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plusNow we drainin’.. cuz that ‘caine in-side of our noseNiggas playin’ it.. tha way we sayin’ it.. to let you know(Chorus6x)[B.G.]Juvenile and tha B.G.Juvenile and tha B.G.Juvenile and tha B.G.Represent tha U.P.T.Tha H.B., uh-huhJuvenile and tha B.G.Represent Cash MoneyJuvenile and tha B.G.Playa haters can’t fade meYou can talk that shit if you wannaI’ll spin your cornerYou’se a gonner