B.G. - Niggas Don't Understand Lyrics

B.G. - Niggas Don't Understand Video

Big Tymers:

Fa sho...this for my homie K.C.

That just did ten in tha pen

Bout to spit this game for ya fool

 

Chorus: B.G. & Big Tymers

These niggas don't understand that he tha man

(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)

These niggas don't understand that he tha man

(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)

 

First Verse Baby

I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's

(How B?)

Movin' these fuckin' kees

(Where B?)

Run em' in that U.P.T.

(And who gone run em?)

Tha brotha and my B.G.

 

B.G.

You gotta beat em

(That nigga is my lady)

Four golds and I'm out there baby

 

Baby

I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's

(Why nigga?)

Orderin' for 20 kees

(Street value?)

Two hundred and fifty G's

(And what's yo profit?)

A lick for a hundred G's

 

B.G.

My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white

Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all night flight

Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's

Ziploc'em up and send em to that U.P.T.

Never seen a triple beam and so much yay

On his porch stairs, nothin' but mail

One hundred G's with ease now that's no big drama

I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama

Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs

But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back

 

Chorus

 

Second Verse: Baby

Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees

Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T.

K.C. drop this load on my B.G.

(Tear da kee)

Bring me back nigga a hundred G's

Nigga get yo shit

(Nigga I got my shit)

Ready to cock yo shit?

(I'm ready to pop my shit)

 

B.G.

I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death

When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map

Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's

So what's up wit Baby?

(Graduated from kees)

We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown

And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown

We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros

Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5

(Got the kees for 11-5)

Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5

Nigga I ball and people don't know it, Cuz I don't show it

The only way to find out is if you come and score it

Cuz I don't stop with no hoe or no show

I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow

 

Chorus

 

Third Verse Manny:

Never out her, money and the powder

Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder

Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?

Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango

Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream

Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean?

Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska

Bitch tryed to testify I straight blast her

K's and the ammo, modern-day Rambo

Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe

Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti

Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body

I got this shit locked up

Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts

 

Chorus

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B.G. - Gun Slinger Lyrics

B.G. - Gun Slinger Video

B.G.

I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics

Grenades, assault rifles run up, I'll letcha have it

When it comes to guns, I'm one of the best

Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest

I've been ridin' puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt

At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work

I'm a soldier fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya

I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya

Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play

Have your family grievin', singin' Amazin' Grace

And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya

I'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga

Bustin' heads ain't nothin' to me I've been doin' it

And if you're smart you don't want trouble with me

If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it

I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it

 

(Hook-2x B.G.)

I'm a gun slinger consider me a home wrecker

I'm a gun slinger they label me as a dome checker

 

B.G.

Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off

'Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I'ma show off

Your head definitely gon' get blowed off

I have no conscience at all

I continue to get my roll on

Murder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I know

Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know

I was raised in the streets, bitch taught that g shit

I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick

Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon

Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11

Ever since that, I fell in love with guns

Saved my allowance for a month and got me one

My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on

Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home

Now, if you want drama, I don't hesitate to bring it

I up that AK-47 and start to sling it

 

(Hook-2x B.G.)

 

B.G.

When it's on my mind, I'm ready for whatever, nigga

I'ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga

Your sister just got married I shoot-up her reception, nigga

Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga

Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep

That's me, and I'm there to tear down the whole street

B.G. don't play no games, I'm 'bout sprayin'

When you see me, all you gon' see is flucka-flucka-flame!!

Brains on the ground yellow tape all around

People sayin', That had to be a nigga from uptown.

When I'm lose, I'm lose when I'm strapped, I'ma use it

'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot it

I'ma abuse it bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows

I only put hollow tips in my barrel

You wanna battle nigga, I'ma bring noise

I got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boy, and a-

 

(Hook B.G.)

-gun slinger consider me a home wrecker

I'm a gun slinger label me as a dome checker

 

I'm a gun slinger consider me a home wrecker

I'm a gun slinger label me as a dome checker

 

I'm a gun slinger consider me a home wrecker

I'm a gun slinger label me as a dome checker

 

I'm a gun slinger consider me a home wrecker

I'm a gun slinger people call me a dome checker

 

B.G. (talking)

Nigga, checkmate

Nigga, checkmate!

Wrong move, nigga checkmate!

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B.G. - Retaliation Lyrics

B.G. - Retaliation Video

First Verse: Juvenile

 

Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence

Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them

Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya

You try to frame me without the picture

Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life

It don't change robbin' shit in this game

I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest

But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest?

Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent

Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis

Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen

Slangin' iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine

And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless

Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences

Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds

Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads

And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers

Got swole and been home and now you back out chea

And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block

You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got

BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the Ave.

Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab

Understand this is all he know and it's all he see

Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me

Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife

Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

 

Chorus: Ms. Tee

Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha

You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)

 

Second Verse: B.G.

 

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga

My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga

It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes

I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico

Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass fonky

Full of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey

I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I come just sit

Cuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split

If you die, you die

Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye

You done took mine, I'ma take yearn

This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn

S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper

Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue

I'm get to split cha, get cha if you in my way

I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture

I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay

Today if play I lay with the A.K.

To spray and lay down the snaps I get down

Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down

Now down and pump round and distribute kees

You sleep six feet I tear down the whole street

Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat

Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder

I done fucked ya set down nigga hut

Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

 

Chorus

 

Third Verse: Bun B

 

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail

Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind him

Can't find him cuz the nine flatlined him

Now Mister, murda master for the lastin'

Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard

The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up

And me all we had to do was boot em up

He got the buck now who the fuck want it?

I can't see it happen, clips be clappin'

Cappin' you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do

Cuz me, you to one equals people,

Retaliation also known as the sequel

It's X-rated, cuz the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch

Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that

A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back

Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not

That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot

In the back got a stable,

That's able to crack a bitch with a conference table

Then choke her wit a jumper cable

A Chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted

One time a hoed stunted

We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin'

Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity

Cuz my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city

Retalitation nigga

 

Chorus

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B.G. - Made Man Lyrics

B.G. - Made Man Video

(feat. Big Tymers)

 

Talking

 

Verse:1 B.G.

I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh)

On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep)

Six years strong in this game

Been doing my thang (respect)

Eighteen

Livin' a millionaire dream (dream)

All my niggas worth ten Gs (off top)

Twenty on my rolex five on my pinky ring

In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary (fa sho)

I was packin' 22s back in elementary (i saved ya)

I done been through it all

A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall (off top)

Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war (huh bruh)

Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car (car)

Before the school bell ring I was smokin' a gar (gar)

Runnin' to my mama residence off the set (set)

Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that I regret (no mo)

But I done shaked that life cuz B.G. got plans (off top)

From being a wise guy to becoming a made man

 

(Chorus) 4x

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand

Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

 

Verse:2 Baby

Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog (what)

Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog (say dat)

But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls (fuck dem)

Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy (alright)

Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog (actin')

Tru to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall (livin')

Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet

Muthafuckas creep

Nigga want war lets take it to the street

Me and my lil b.g. tag teamin' in 93

I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps (fuckin' right)

Nigga disrespect lets put the nigga to sleep (put'em ta sleep)

I'm discreet about the things that I do on the streets

Them niggas be sayin' baby put that fuckin' boy to sleep (baby done that?)

Them niggas be sayin' baby put that change on his feet (baby done that?)

I got these niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?)

I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook)

Lockin' down the whole project

For self-respect (lock it down)

And them police be sayin I know he on paper he got a tech (aint that cold)

Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man

Fuck with my lil B.G.s and nigga you a dead man

Helicopters and choppers is what I save man

I'm a paid man

'Til I'm a dead man

Nigga I'm a muthafuckin' made man

I'm mutha made man

 

(Chorus) 4x

 

Verse:3 B.G.

I'm on a level where I ride on dubbs now (on dubbs)

I'm on a level old timers give me love now (love)

I walk the street nigga respect the B.G. (fa shizzi)

Because I made it I'm a major part of CMB (off top)

Baby gave me the game at a young age

Handle yo businees bust a head if you feel played (fa shizzi)

And best believe I done took some niggas off the shelf

God forgive me I got a graveyard under my belt (forgive me lawd)

I done walked in the killer shoes

The drug dealer shoes

Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues

I been in the game for awhile I done graduated

I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded

You don't know what I done been through

To get to (not at all)

Where I'm at now cross me I'll flip you (fa sho)

I'm doin' hella good but I done done bad (millionaire dream)

I'm glad to say that i'm a made man (off top nigga)

 

(Chorus) 4x

 

Talking B.G.

My nigga Juve a muthafuckin made man nigga

My nigga Fresh a muthafuckin made man nigga

I know Baby a muthfuckin made man nigga

Suga slim a muthafuckin made man nigga

 

(Chorus and talking until end)

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B.G. - Niggas In Trouble Lyrics

B.G. - Niggas In Trouble Video

Mac

Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G.

You can't see me

It's like that in 96 y'all

U.P.T. connect

Keepin' it real

Give em a lil respect

We doin' it just like that

 

Mac

Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus

I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth

We hit em

Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers

We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher

Got the town locked with underground stock

Around clock workers to serve us

Responsible for many murders

I left your town with all the gold pieces

Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases

Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,

Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec

I'm in a limo full of blow niggas

But I'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga

A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials

Keep supplier's name confidential

Crooked cops started buckin' at us

Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us

I grab the Tec and started buckin' back

Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac

The head shot took me under

I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number

 

B.G.

Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back

Plot it out, I put me an extra one in

That's eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge

That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard

Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front

They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt

Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya

I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more

You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car

I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall

I send death threats, and then I fulfill em

Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em

My nine milli is the nigga on side of me

Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me

Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park,

I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought

Take a ride

With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side

I'm so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die

Let's make it happen, think of an action

Fuck rappin' I'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'

Pull out the strapin' and start bustin',

Show me you bout buckin' or duckin'

Cuz I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug

All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged

Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase

You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face

Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble

I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble

 

Mac

T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny

I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me

They took a shot nearly blind me

Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely

I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley

I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it

Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it

Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more

I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet

I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet

They should have never said that

My life came back, like some supernatural shit

I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with

Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster

Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I'm a solja

You can't kill me

They said we'll see

I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?

I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement

You never see the Mac's assassination, nigga it's like that

 

B.G.

Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'

Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin'

Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop

I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob

That I'm married to, TRU to life real niggas

Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas

Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard

But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card

Representin' I war and die for this rap game

It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang

Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with

We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit

So give us respect because we comin' direct

Totin' Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet

Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker

Then Blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta

Leavin' lifeless? No, never

I reverse the game in a double, I bubble

To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble

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B.G. - Livin' Legend Lyrics

B.G. - Livin' Legend Video

Verse:1 (B.G.)

I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old

Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold

But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold

I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go

My money can't fold no more it's in stacks

My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at

My hoes done elevated i'm on another level

My wrist done elevated to rolex with the bezel

I'm young but bout nice things off top

Don't fuck wit' what I worked hard for cause i'll hit yo' block

I ride in big bodies

I sleep in big beds

Always wear boks (reeboks) and bauds always gon' bust a head

I'm a well-known lil' nigga

On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures

You get yo' dome bust on in a split second

Cause I'm gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend

 

(Chorus)

 

Verse:2

What make niggas think they fuck wit raps i spit

What make 'em think they can touch beats from Fresh i get

What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique

This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick

I'ma top notch baller all bout' my cheese

I'm the one got yo' bitch and her girls talkin bout me

B.G. name rating like a thompson fall

Cruisin in my truck on the lake bazookas crumpin, dog

Fresh behind me in the burb twenties blind y'all

Niggas that broke lookin for hustle so they ridin fall

But I got my pistol for the busters got they eye on my gucci

Man I refuse to let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga

Since twelve i been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth

I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt

Don't get mad you ask yo' boo who the man and she confesson

'Dat 'Dat lil' nigga off VL is a living legend

 

(Chorus)

 

Verse:3

I know with my skills i'll rule the south

Out bitch niggas mouth i'm sh-shoot about

Niggas don't even know me want to leave BGeezy smellin

It ain't my fault my tape stopped yo' shit from selling

I'm tellin you fuck wit' me you'll learn yo' lesson

I'm tellin you I'm all about dome checking

I'm like the eclipse close yo' eye's i'll blind ya

Quick to out shine ya

Part of the Big Tmer$

It ain't hard to find ya if i wan' kill ya

Boy, you can't hide these big heads will reveal ya

Me and my ch-chopper get near ya and spill ya

Bustin a head it's something i always will do

I always get my chill on

And when i smile sparkle wit' my grill on

You get yo' dome bust on in a split second

Cause i'ma keep my rep as a livin legend, livin legend

 

(Chorus to end)

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