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B.G. - Fuck That Shit lyrics
(*talking*) What's up (what's up) nigga Act like you know who this is If you don't know who this is nigga It's Lil' B. Gizzle, it ain't B. Geezie no more You understand, it's Chopper City Records nigga You heard me, for 2002, and I'ma give it to you Uncut and raw, look [B.G.] It's bout time I bring B. Gizzle, on the scene Remind niggas, who forgot I'm still bout that beef And I brings the heat, if it's daylight or night time I bangs heat, from AK's, macks and nines Now I ride, believe me when I stress that there Or that round thang on your neck, I'ma wet that there Split that there, splat that there, bust that there And this ain't conversation lil one, trust that there I hit your set with that K, and up that there You can't duck from them 50 shots, or run nowhere Right where you stand my nigga, you done right there Mama hollin', don't let that be my son right there Well mama I'm sorry, that's your son right there His body, his brains, and his long wife there Ain't bout to let no nigga play me, fuck that there They find you smelling like a skunk, same time next year [Hook - 2x] I'ma set these niggas straight, fuck that shit Well I'ma put em in they place, fuck that shit And let em know B. Gizzle here to stay, fuck that shit Now if you down with me nigga, holla fuck that shit [B.G.] If I say it I say it, cause I mean that there If my finger on the trigger, gotta squeeze that there I'm a hustler bout my money, so I keeps that work Play with me I'll put you six feet, in that dirt Mopping off, you know you could get stole like that Thugging in public, B. Gizzle roll like that Ki's of coke, ounces of dope, I sold that there Narcotics period, I sold that there Jacking niggas, killing niggas, I did that shit If it come with this life of crime, I lived that shit Knifes a motherfucker, if I'm telling the truth They'll tell you ain't no telling, what Geezie'd do Convicted felon, with a firearm quick to draw down Think I'm playing play with me, watch how quick I draw down Watch how quick I load it, cock it and set this bitch off Just like now, I'm bout this set this bitch off [Hook - 2x] I'ma set these niggas straight, fuck that shit Well I'ma put em in they place, fuck that shit And let em know B. Gizzle here to stay, fuck that shit Now if you down with me nigga, won't you grab your dick [B.G.] Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim Hoes like that's a Hot Boy, I know him Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim Hoes like, girl I wanna fuck him Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped I'm a hustler, I know a hundred and one ways how to hustle Do what it take to get paid, hit the block Running the shop, or pimp a bitch That's a few, besides K in that and taking hits I'm a rider, been a rider I'm like Destiny's Child motherfucker, B. Gizzle is a survivor Got my little brother, riding with me Got Ke'noe on the track, motherfucker do you feel me You gots to feel me, you gon feel me Cause I'ma give it to you raw, what you seen is what you saw And I got the sawed off pump, got the uzi got the K nigga You better run but you can't run, cause you done you done diggity Done dadda, motherfucker it's blocka blocka From the chopper, it's no more existence for you It's no resistance for you, but for me it's straight up I'm a winner, not a beginner, I'm a veteran to this shit I've been doing this shit a long time Nigga know bout me, nigga know I'm bout mine And I'ma shine nigga, it's 2000 and 2 So what the fuck you wanna do, it's Chopper City Records Niggas thought I wasn't gon do it, niggas thought I wouldn't be successful But look at me now, look at me standing tall Look at me now nigga, I'ma ball till I fall And you hate that, you can't take that But you gotta take that, or get your head bust black (*talking*) Uh, how you love that, you gotta love that I'm gonna run with this, I'm gonna run with that Nigga, what the fuck up with you, ha You can't-you can't take this, nigga I got my nigga Jordan, Feen, Johnny Uh, you gotta do it like that uh What's happening Hurk nigga Yeah, uh, we putting faces on shirts nigga Got my little brother in this bitch Uh huh, we doing this shit |
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