B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Gangsta sh** lyrics

n***a gonna respect my cliq, us chaos Once it's on, n***a you can't duck us Motherf**ers, if you score from us, Don't trust us If you think about it We made n***az you can touch us You bustas will want cliq in a sec We need everything wet Don't give a f** about what you said It's off the rilla my n***a Contracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillas From George Washington to Ben Franklin I'm spankin with my motherf**in bankin If you thinkin I'm f**in wit this top ranker And a murder You a heavy drinker and I'll serve ya b**h n***a Getcha getcha getcha gettin cool n***a Strap up, and do what you gotta do n***a I know you know, it's all on you n***a Watch me I'm dirty and don't play by the rules I respect it's do or die n***a And I'mma do it till I die, 'cause I'm a rida That coc that girl, I tried her I can't deny her, 'cause I like that fire Black connection is the sh** U.P.T. respect it b**h, it's the gangsta cliq [Chorus] n***a who bout some gangsta gangsta sh** Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta sh** n***a who bout some gangsta gangsta sh** That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta sh** n***a who bout some gangsta gangsta sh** That calio bout some gangsta gangsta sh** n***a who bout some gangsta gangsta sh** That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta sh** n***a respect me for the chaos and beef a represent Be full of that dope and full tent I'm serving coc by the whole bird My sh** ain't water without 7 g's bout a bird Play hard and get that serve You know for sure that you heard I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys I give props to my world What you want on your tombstone Your pathetic boy, oh it's on in the dirty south You can't afford hitting your dome in his own Hang up and b**h you f**in with a hot boy Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. it's B.G. Record company CMB Thugs wanna come up and see Da magnolia, the mel boys CP3, I warned you, we're outlaws You can't see me I come without a stummer The drivers think I'm done I'm second to none Get full of them blunts My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em The big man got jacket with my team on em You get it, I'll get with em and split em Yeah, I did em, we done em, I'mma go uptown and rum em [Chorus w/ variations] b**h me, my whole town n***a Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound n***a I'm a hound I hunt n***as down quietly I smash a potatoe on my knee and pa** out A young gangsta spank ya off the top Left you to hang the crop without all props Do you ever hear That n***a is a fool One with me, twos I use, you lose k**as I hang wit We feel smart now You ain't sh** Trying to get wit me, you see me No n***a can do it f** wit me on the streets, man no n***a can do it I get low down a dirty Off with ya head, ol dirty All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz Till elevated tanger I'mma switin west hanger Crack slanger, neck splitted Kool Aid gripper I'm here to deal wit cha, I can't forget cha If you beefin, then I'm creepin on ya Watch your back 'cause, I'll put that streetsweeper on ya If you gonna bust back, you better ask out I'll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp [Chorus w/ variations]