B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - This n***a Die lyrics

Ain't this a b**h [Hook x2] If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry [B.G. talking underneath hook] [?] f** it Someone gotta handle that Checkmate, n***a n***a done crept down and pretend he my dog He the only son, so you know his mom's goin' off I wouldn't be a true n***a if I let this slide Gotta saddle up - I gotta strap up and ride My n***a momma gon' cry, then your momma gon' cry One less in my clique, one in your clique gon' die It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind You done started somethin' I'ma take real far Everyday is shootouts - you done started guerrilla war It got me hurtin' to see my dog people in grief So it's law I bring the same pain to your peeps I'm dressed to k**: black-hoody, black souljas and 'Bauds When I spot ya I'ma let the stop on the SK unfold When you hear that: chukah-blauw!! chukah-blauw!! I'm tellin' you it's too late to run now [Hook] If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, there's gon' be consequences and repercussions - believe that In the streets I gotta have that mind frame "f** it" Gotta keep my nuts dropped - can't be fearin' nothin' When you're thuggin', n***a always into somethin' When you're hustlin', never know when n***a gon' say, "Up it." My dog had a deal planned with some new connect Barely knew 'em, and trust 'em - ain't wear his vest He got there thinkin' the deal was gon' go sweet They already had it planned to keep the money and key's They hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neck And left him there to meet his d**h I feel guilty lettin' him go solo Even though he told me, "Chill", I still should've rolled So now I'm in some beef with n***as I barely know I met 'em once, but I use to f** one of they ho I hit her up for some info and broke her off proper Go to they hideout and release that chopper [Hook] If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die - consequences and repercussions This stank b**h that I grew up with in the hood My n***a jocked her - I warned him that she was no good But f** me - he heard the p**y was the sh** He went, got caught up, got p**y-whipped Every night he sleepin' by this stank b**h And I told him she threw crosses and she'll set him up for sh** But he ain't listen, he tell me mind my biz Now some n***as went there, took him out there and split his wig I ain't know that's where he start to stash his yay He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay But f** that, I gotta put some iron on her Gotta release all seventeen out the nine on her One of my hoes saw her shakin' a** in the club She hurried up, went to the phone and hit me up I spinned 'round, saw her, and straight cut loose Jive ho, this from him through me straight to you [Hook] If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry If this n***a die, then a lot of n***as gon' die - it's gon' be a eye for an eye Consequences and repercussions