B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - With Tha B.G. lyrics

[B.G. - Talking] Don't f** with me Tellin' ya [Verse 1: B.G.] n***a better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up f**in' with me Baby salutin' n***as bittin' dust My n***a got my back thats a worry aint on my mind I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron I got some n***as with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me n***as know that I stack feddi sip fine wine I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times Put a n***a in a blenda BLUKAH Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH If you bout n***a hatin' on me I don't give a f** They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus n***a it'll be some sh** bloody bodies all in the street Everyday of the week f**in' with the B.G. [Chorus: B.G. x4] f**in' with tha B.G. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on n***as brain behind me [Verse 2: B.G.] I ride dirty n***a chopper on the back seat Ready ta hold quota n***a where ever we meet I gotta protect me I can't let cha doom check me I stays on my Ps I can't see wettin' the B.G. Yeah I'm still the same fire boy n***a Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise n***a I keep it real forever treal n***a Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill n***a Gotta get my shine on I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on I gotta ride on crome I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own Ca$h Money off the hezzay Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha [?] gangsta He keep the fire a** trick nack Then you know bout the H.Beezay Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you n***as can see me Before you step to me thank n***a I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank n***a [Chorus x4] [Verse 3: Baby] n***a I'm a veteran at this sh** Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthaf**in' bullsh** n***as gettin' crossed up Tossed up From f**in' with CMR n***as gettin dished up From millionaires plus Diamonds bezzel crush My lil B.G. plush From his rolex to his Lexus truck But we'll never get enough Got this rap game f**ed up And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy Off tha heezy With this motherf**in chessezy My lil B.Geezy Know if a n***a get outta line he gotta come see me But for now got to Strails and get a n***a some steak and fetticeezy So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy And send the video tape back to B.Geezy And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy f**in' with my B.Geezy I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me [Verse 4: Manny Fresh] Check it out baby boy while I run this sh** The life you talkin' bout man I done done this sh** Rough rugged Muthaf** it If you can dig it n***a then I done already dug it Ready like the Marines n***a with infared beams I go get my sh** I don't talk about dreams Mr. Betty Crocker Does it even co*k up n***a knocka Juice and vodka Represent a stocka If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me Ca$h Money records gone show yo a** head bustin' is a hobb