[B.G. Talking]
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Oh yeah
See real n***as I can f** with them, ya heard me?
b**h n***as I can't f** with them Hoe n***as,
n***as who do all that talkin' I can't f** with them I ain't lying man them n***as be,
ohh they put salt in the game, you heard me I swear to Jesus, Lord forgive me for swearing but look, look...
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout whatever I'm always ready to flip a n***a
When I'm in beef never hesitate to get a n***a
'95 was when I first attempted to k** a n***a
So much happened since then I can't even remember n***a
I'm off the block when at anytime it can happen
Come off in the street if you think that I'm just rappin'
And I guarantee when you leave it won't be in an ambulance, I guarantee you'll leave zipped up in a body bag
I f** with n***as on parole and probation
I f** with n***as that appealed and still waitin'
The game hurtin' I swear that the streets need y'all
When I get right I'ma do what I can to reach y'all
I ain't gone lie these new n***as f**in' the game up
They get popped, and wanna bring a n***a name up
I can't rock like that, oh no, I hit these [?] eaters they can't keep they mouth closed
[Hook x2]
Now if you 'bout your business
(you can roll with me)
If you done been convicted
(you can roll with me)
If you 'bout them b**hes
(you can roll with me)
If you bust back when n***as is spittin'
(you can roll with me, roll with me)
[Verse 2]
I surround myself with nothin' other than real n***as
If they beefin', you best believe they gone k** n***as
f** them people, code on the streets is "never squeal n***a"
I don't care if you got life and they up a deal n***a
I'ma take my lick like a man, I was taught that
I can't violate the street code, that's where my hearts at
So when they question me, there's nothin' they'll find out
I go head an cop out, so I can ride out
Get in there, post up, and hold it down like a G
Click-Clack with deputy's having 'em meeting my auntie
Bringin me grams of dro, and ounces of sticky green
A hustler gone hustle behind bars, like on the street
That's how its been with me, and that's how its gone be
That's why real n***as f** with me, that's cause they feel me
And if you feel me, ain't got no hoe in ya
You got some gangsta in your blood, n***a I can roll with ya
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Half of my click been all charged with homicide
More than half done all been part of a drive by
The rest of 'em is tweakin' unless some shots fly
And I also keep a 10-piece hot girl by my side
I call her Bonnie and she be callin' me Mr. Clyde
She'll take my charge she know I'm on paper for 5
So if I go back again then that's a wrap homie,
And promise you that's somethin' she ain't gone have homie
I'm too important right now to be state property
That's why I chill I ain't no duck, I know they watchin' me
But they can watch me all they want, they wasting pictures on me
I been cut them n***as loose that I thought was snitchin' on me
f** around and tell my P.O. he got a brick on 'em
And then I'll turn around on an have to put a hit on 'em
That's the type who don't respect who code, n***a
Under pressure they fold, so I can't roll with ya!
[Hook x2]