[B.G. talking]
What it be like n***a
Baby I see you n***a
Weezy I see you too n***a
Ya'll know what's up with me just like I know what's up wit ya'll
Ya'll been through me just like I've been through ya'll n***a
So you know I'm bout to check that ass
Gotta check that ass

[B.G.]
I know you trying to feel where I've been
Laid back, ducked off, paper chasing
Ducking, dodging the pen
On the road trying to make it shake
Rap hustlin' from state to state
I got cheddar to make
Also got cash for days
Pies to push, blocks to move
Coke to sell 36 ounces for 22
And I still got the block in me
Glock with me, feds post up watching me
Me and my clique got a shop
Bust the game wide open
Once it was down man you know we had to hold it
All of the sudden n***as head's start swelling
Money, fame, and power turn n***as heads to melons
Mo money, mo feddy, mo n***as got greedy
Knowing I'ma piece of the puzzle that's needed
How you gone not break bread with B. Geezy?
Break bread with B. Geezy
You don't want me to shine n***a
Your Sqad n***as is jive n***as
Nothing but pretty-fine n***as
Don't make me grab that iron n***a
Put it between ya eyes n***a
Bring you on that dark side n***a
Wayne you know you was mine n***a
Way before Baby or Rabbit
N***a, B. Gizzle was yo' daddy
You know I'll do you something nasty
Leave your motherfuckin brains on the dash board of that G-Wagon
It's bout to get ugly
You pushed me to this point n***a
Now you bout to get burnt n***a
I'ma paint the real picture - bitch n***a
You know Geezy was the G'est in the clique n***a
Remember I used to come and getcha
You remember begging Miss Cita to let me baby sit ya
Dog your under me
Your whole life you studied me
Tryin to be one of me
You ain't ready Dwayne Carter
You let Baby put cables on you
You a fish in shark infested water
I feel sorry for your daughter
Look what she's got...to call a father
Whos gone get himself slaughtered
This ain't even much the beginning
Geezy ain't even got started
Now hold up...say Bubba
You going there with me?
You know I know what's up
From your office to house hold
You know I know whats up
From (?) and (?)
Now do you wanna be exposed?
You want me to spread the how low?
And tell the world how it really go?
You know I'm from Uptown n***a
You know I'm the reason all them head bustas around n***a
Cause you know you ain't down n***a
You ain't ready to act a ass and straight clown n***a
Look I'm the gangsta
I'm the number one hot boy
Don't make me spank ya
If I catch you slipping
In one of them whips in yours
I'm gone pop a clip in and start spitting
And anything that's in my target is getting hitting
Anything that's in my target is getting hitting
I'm too real n***a not to keep it real with me
It's too much to be made, trying to steal from me
All that shit bout
"Long as you straight, I'm straight"
All that talk
"As long as you got, I got"
That's dead weight, I need mine
You say I got it dog, I got to see mine
Man your kids eating good I got to feed mine
Look you say I'm a druggy and I got weak mind
It ain't your business if I spend it in a weeks time
That's my issue n***a, so let me get it
Won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
N***a won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
You got yurn now why you holding mine?
I'm a grown man I don't need you controlling mine
You got yurn why you holding mine?
You's a bitch, I don't need you controlling mine
I help n***a make this bread, bigger that bread
I can't get a sandwich that's how you gone play me
Money will never come between a clique that's what you said
Money freaked you out and went straight to your head
You never thought the day come I'd be from under you Wayne
You never thought the day come I'd be doing my thang
Everything that goes up must come down
Everything that goes round gotta come back round
I'm telling you my n***a
It don't pay at all to be a dog, ya'll gone have ya'll day
But ya'lls gone come a little quicker
You gone get your issue fucking with this n***a
[B.G. talking]
How you love that there huh?
Straight reality check n***a
Straight from Gizzle to you bitch made n***as
I can't believe you n***a
Baby you bitch n***a
N***a I respected you, looked up to you n***a
Like a big brother n***a, like a father figure n***a
And you gone (?) on a n***a like that n***a
But I ain't trippin' ya heard me
Cause you know I'm a gangsta in the game n***a
I'ma get me n***a, I'ma be alright n***a
It's all gravy ya heard me
And Weezy bitch...you know I related you n***a
Come on now, don't play no games n***a
N***a you's a ho, just like that
Slim I see you n***a, it ain't you n***a
It's your brother with that old shit
Joe I see you n***a
Fresh I see you n***a, I ain't trippin' ya heard me
It's all good n***a, I still got that tattoo on my back
I'm still bout my Cash Money n***a believe that
Ya heard, I gotta wash my face every morning
To look at this bitch ass n***as name on my arm
Man ain't that cold ya heard me
But you gotta do the same thing too n***a
Everytime you wash your face you gotta think of geezy n***a
Just that like that n***a, fuck it I'm out here