B.G. - Clean Up Man Lyrics
Aw.....Im comin through the fog,Dressed in blackKnock yo mutha*****in head off***** nigga stop playin wit meFirst verse:Spark it up make it happen, grab your pieceYou deceased, *****in with me, oh its pure beefTragedy, homicide, battle me out there,Nothin in between but air, ***** I dont play fairI come through like an amtrak, whatcha gone do?Got a strap but its on safety, mine ready to let loose,I hitcha spot, niggas scatter,I ratta-tatta, whatever it dont matter,Hollows come out like blat-blattaI gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed,Soon as it hit noon Im blastin off in the room,First thing flinch I go boom,With the sweeper I sweep like a broom,Creep like the grim reaper leavin everything woundWhen the moon come out, thats when the snakes come out,The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought,You leave a gat open Im squeezin it cuz Im scopin, hopinI can catch a nigga with some birds just locin,So I can uh-abuse the *****,Misuse the *****, refuse me then his family gone lose the *****Im colder than ice, Im smoother than sand,Baby gangsta headbusta just a clean up manChorus:On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,Ready for me to blast ima clean up man,On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,Ready for me to blast ima clean up man,On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,Ready for me to blast ima clean up manSecond verse:B.g., hot boy, leave ya dick in the dirt,Ride with juvey, lil wayne, and turk,Puttin faces on shirts,You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass,Fifty shots, out each clip we blast,Full of that trash, out the st. t,We mash on the gas,Hangin out the window, hit the heatApply pressure to yo head nigga,And little bullets take red from yo head nigga,Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga,But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that niggas dead, niggaIts all on u,If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga?Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga?If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?Make a nigga bleed, or think its cool and now you eatin it?If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?If its with me you aint thinkin cuz Ill creep homie,If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga,Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats niggaChorusThird verse:I come hard enough, ya feelin me?Fa shiggedy,***** niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splittiYou done pissed these niggas off from chopper city,In each and every k we tote, they got fifty,So bring it on however you wanna bring it on,Yo block explode like a bomb,Im dangerous and armed,The b.g. did it, I live til Im gone,Ima h.b., and gotta get my shine on,So when the gangsta situations starin at you,Nigga look the other way or do whatcha gotta do,Im quick to leave all the choices on you,Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot,The people in blue cant even take the scene I leave,If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave,Now frank mignon got work for three weeks,Thats how the u.p.t. play it if we got beef,Im stompin on dangerous grounds, k in my hand,I aint bout playin, call me the clean up man,Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the k off in my hand.
