(feat. Trey Songz, Juvenile & Lil Wayne)
(Intro:)
Wisha, wisha, wisha wannnn
It's B Gizzle (Heard me)
(Cut the music up, Ya that's good)
Too Hood 2 Be Hollywood (Bet something, shoot something)
One of the realest n***as ever don't it, right chyea, live and in living color
(I know you ain't gon do nothing, get em)
(Verse 1: B.G.)
It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto pa**
I'm reppin n***a, take a flight to them other land
I fear God only, never fear another man
It's never one hustle, I always got a backup plan
It ain't no secret I can tell ya bout the gutta man
I'm a write a book on how to come out the struggle man
Now come through, you know what's in them dufflebags
Alot of gats, alot of cash, and some ski masks
You know my street pa**, it been certified
Stop lying I'm a g you been hear about
Stop repping, you a p**y I been a heard of you
You playin with a gangsta homie then murder you
Oh you lookin for me, but the homie lookin for you
Have yo people wearing a rest in peace shirt of you
My reputation on the block been A-1
I'm the same in, n***a I been since day
(Chorus: Lil Wayne (Trey Songz))
I said bet somethin, shoot somethin
You just talking I know you ain't gon do nothin
p**y n***a (ya heard me?)
If you got something to lose, you gon lose something unless you do something
So (ya heard me?)
Gotta use what you've learned, to receive what you've earned
Make sure (ya heard me)
Real n***as do real things and there's alot of real n***as in the game
I know you heard me
You say (ya heard me), I say (ya heard me), He say (ya heard me),
I know you heard me, she say (ya heard me), everybody like it when I say (ya heard me)
(Verse 2: Juvenile)
You got alot of nerve
They talkin alot of hurt
Only round yo homies, when I'm round you know, not a word
I'm a heathen that fights for what he believes in, and I ain't got no plans on leaving till I get even
Salt and pepper, n***a I'm seasoned for any reason
The day you want something with Juve, come on and see him
My G ain't gon allow me to lose, I'm busting shots back as soon as you n***as move
Eww, I'm not a fan of fools that's why I got attitude
Runnin your mouth to me, I'm a try to get at a dude
Don't even have a tool, what is you tryna prove
Gon head and choose ya (? ), cause I'm a shoot
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)
And open my fitted, I'm commited to my city
Anything I will commit it just to show that I'm commited
Commit it then get aquitted
Aye Gizzle let me get em, Gizzle let me get em
Eat em up and sh** em (ha)
And ain't no explanation for this damn insanity
I'm a monster like I'm part of the Adams Family
And some say I am old, but I'm new to a few
And I'm blessed... esh you
I came to get me and I got you
And I'm so me and I'm not you
And even if you get married you could'ntdo what I do
Now let me get high off my drug scandals
Lifes a gamble...
(Chorus)