B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Trigga Play lyrics

I'm bout that trigga play n***a I ain't stuntin you bout two You can get busy you know the choices is on you I come through your areas to burry you I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too The B.G. a HB off VL Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell I armed n***a and backed up by click n***az Thats trigga happy don't give a f** bout k**in n***az We k**in haters with tommy guns spillin haters The ghetto made us slangin is how we get our paper pull off capers an original thug taper Got riches handed over n***a before I erase ya You want my troubles I don't believe you ready for it But I'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it You want beef I'm dramatized on paper You makin me sleep cause I'm bout that trigga play B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. k**in chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters on the real Picture I hang words with a n***a off the other side Can't underestimate him so I'ma grab my sh** and ride Wayne drive do a pull up and I'ma bust Wicked plus after that bussiness is a must My [?] know him he wanna f** so she can get it She on the phone with him, nobody home with him Got it goin in right I know he keep his chrome with him I'm squeeky yeah I'ma hit him in his dome n***a His enemy ain't with nobody stillin me Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemer Once the drama on I ain't waitin to cap a p bra Snake for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it ain't no love Anybody slip and they get slid I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I'm raised Spray for spray n***a I'm bout that trigga play B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play, now woo thee B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. play with choppers Look in the sky flyin by it's helicopters on the real Its on again I gotta grab my chrome again Some n***a trippin I gotta upset a home again I'm spankin n***az after a wait they momma be faintin I'm yankin n***az in any given situation No mouthin off I bring the blues to the weak n***a what you wan' do I'll tear down both sides of the streets In the U.P.T. on the up and up n***as get k**ed In the U.P.T. on the up and up sh** really get real You slangin coke if anything be ready to accept it Cause you'll have those checks comin and B.G. will intercept it I like that I play the game raw n***a Lets take it far n***a you bout that warfare n***a On the backstreet its me in a black ram truck Head huntin woo thee tryin to jam a n***a up I'm on a grind for mind to get it how you feel I'ma stunt n***a its all about that trigga play B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. towin chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters on the real [Repeat]