U All N - B.G.

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line

Do it I’ma feel you ain’t respectin' my mind

I gets loose, backed up, with long toys

It’s no truce fuckin' with these hot boys

Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth

Both cliques can’t live, somebody gotta see dirt

What makes you think I’ma let’cha ride first?

Try to hide out, that makes shit worse

Believe I’m comin', a hundred in the drum and

I don’t spanked somethin'

Got the set wonderin'

Bitch niggas runnin'

Cable is comin'

That’s what’cha get THINK I ain’t bout nothin'

You done been showed, brains blowed

You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes

Say what’s up to Satan, B.G.

ain’t bout no fakin'

I handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'

You think I ain’t gone split a wig?

Think again

You guessin' and underestimatin' «U» all «N»

You think I ain’t gone split a wig?

«U» all «N»

You guessin' and understimatin', think again

You think I ain’t gone split a wig?

Think again

You guessin' and underestimatin' «U» all «N»

You think I ain’t gone split a wig?

«U» all «N»

You guessin' and understimatin', think again

I’ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters

I’ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers

I’ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts

I’ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first

I’ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin' over

I’ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder

I’ma roller nigga, you can’t predict me

Thinkin' I’m fake, you can’t know me

I come hard with 'tillery four deep

Remember I tear down both sides of the street

Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money B.G.,

Ain’t no sleep if you beef with me

I’ll let you know I’m comin' nigga I ain’t gotta creep

I’ll be in all black with reeboks on my feet

Say what’s up to Satan, B.G.

ain’t bout no fakin'

I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Don’t think I’m lame, don’t judge me off your thoughts mane

Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne

You can’t explain, you wanna be hard don’t whine

I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine

Sendin' messages, say I’ma bitch you’ll leave me wet

I can’t believe you believe I take death threats

You’re wrong Wootay, you’re absolutely wrong

Now it’s on Wootay, your seventeen damagin' health

That’s another spankin' completed under my belt

Your Mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son done been left

Brains cooked like a chef, too late for Doctors to help

It’s All On U, you brought that issue on yourself

Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf

I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth

Nigga say what’s up to Satan, B.G.

ain’t bout no fakin'

I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Think… fore you get checkmated