B.G. - What U Want Do lyrics

(Intro) This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me? (no indeed no indeed) Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it (yes indeed yes indeed) Check it out.. (Verse 1) Baby Gangsta motherf**er -- fake n***a head bussa If I don't know ya dont trust ya If I don't trust ya then f** ya Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next n***a Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures Raised up thugged out, keep the f**in gauge out Hoe sh** done played out ya whole posse laid out Birds and money that's all that excite me f** b**hes I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia f**in with B Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta survive the game n***a I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the f** I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded I'm a young n***a.. hard n***a.. street n***a Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then f** it Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real n***a (Chorus)x2 What cha wan do n***a How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in blood cuz Ya get it how ya live n***a (Verse 2) f** all that a**holin n***a lets beef Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' Twerk somthin, handle up n***a, shake somthin Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust Big Boy can't f** with us retaliation is a must Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, d**h bringer Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger I let em hang-a....what you n***az say you gon do me,do it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean? It's a bust-back thang n***a grab yo sh** I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit Bust open the 911, let me take my hit Y'all done started, you can't quit I'm rushin with a monster blitz Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us co*kin and be bout poppin n***a its time to hanlde up (Chorus)x2 (Verse 3) All these.. jive n***az wan rep on me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz Let a n***a take me down after all this time? Shiiiit I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders That's just to remind you, n***az that tryin to Fade lil doogie slip n***a ill down you Me and my rounds come through set trippin Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given 50 rounds out each a**ault rifle we deliverin scary motha f**az...on ya block in each ya shiverin f**in with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke puttin change on n***az brains behind me Chorus x3