B.G. - What Ya Wanna Do? Lyrics
(intro)This aint 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 mother*****er -- fake nigga head bussaIf I dont know ya dont trust yaIf I dont trust ya then ***** yaKeep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next niggaOut to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figuresRaised up thugged out, keep the *****in gauge outHoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid outBirds and money thats all that excite me***** *****es Im bout money thats all that entice mePresident lover, undercover, aint another like meYou get a ki half price from columbia *****in with bBelieve its just in me to be a real soldierGats I load, slip you dont value whats on ya shoulderNow I done told ya -- the streets is real all the timeGotta survive the game nigga ima die for mineI aint lyin.. I do what the ***** I gotta doShoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crewNumbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate itTakin off like delta cause manny fresh cant be fadedIm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street niggaTryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deepIm dangerous.. I slang raw I dont cut itIf I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then ***** itYo head is a banana, squeal and get peeledFeel what come out my grill its a must I keep it real nigga(chorus)x2What cha wan do niggaHow ya wan do itWhen ya wan do it we could get straight to itYou could take it how ya wannaBring it how ya feelAccept it in blood cuzYa get it how ya live nigga(verse 2)***** all that assholin nigga lets beefRemember Im the one that said take it to the streetsTwerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthinGot a k with a drum -- and Im ready to spray somthinLay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmateThink again.. you sendin peace messages, its too lateTryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dustBig boy cant ***** with us retaliation is a mustBaby gangsta, grim reaper, death bringerAssault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger fingerI let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it manUnderestimate in this war you gon lose it manGot a ar... 15 I meanD.o.a when I hit the scene nahmean?Its a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shitI come behind limo tint with the optimo litBust open the 911, let me take my hitYall done started, you cant quitIm rushin with a monster blitzLights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us*****in and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up(chorus)x2(verse 3)All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on meKnowin they aint bout to step cross martin luther kingAll these other initials besides u.p.t, and h.b. --Dont mean nothin to the b.gIm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this bizLet a nigga take me down after all this time? shiiiitIm a uptown shiner, bout takin whats mine-aUsed to spin bins in camerys and pathfindersThats just to remind you, niggaz that tryin toFade lil doogie slip nigga ill down youMe and my rounds come through set trippinGettin it how we live and, takin respect aint given50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverinScary motha *****az...on ya block in each ya shiverin*****in with the b.g., cash money goin brokePuttin change on niggaz brains behind meChorus x3
