B.G. - 'u' All 'n' Lyrics
First verse:Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that lineDo it ima feel you aint respectin my mindI gets loose, backed up, with long toysIts no truce *****in with these hot boysDo whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the earth,Both cliques cant live, somebody gotta see dirt,What makes you think ima letcha ride first?Try to hide out, that makes shit worseBelieve Im comin, a hundred in the drum and,I dont spanked somethin,Got the set wonderin,***** niggas runnin,Cable is comin,Thats whatcha get think I aint bout nothin,You done been showed, brains blowed,You should have knowed, new orleans carry no hoesSay whats up to satan, b.g. aint bout no fakin,I handle mine with no debatin stop underestimatinChorus:You think I aint gone split a wig? think again,You guessin and underestimatin u all nYou think I aint gone split a wig? u all nYou guessin and understimatin, think againYou think I aint gone split a wig? think again,You guessin and underestimatin u all nYou think I aint gone split a wig? u all nYou guessin and understimatin, think againSecond verse:Ima silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,Ima rider nigga, riders tote choppers,Ima gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,Ima thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,Ima youngster nigga, youngsters takin over,Ima soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,Ima roller nigga, you cant predict me,Thinkin Im fake, you cant 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.,Aint no sleep if you beef with me,Ill let you know Im comin nigga I aint gotta creep,Ill be in all black with reeboks on my feet,Say whats up to satan, b.g. aint bout no fakin,I handle mine with no debatin, stop underestimatinChorusThird verse:Dont think Im lame, dont judge me off your thoughts mane,Come at me sideways I hook up with juv, turk, and wayne,You cant explain, you wanna be hard dont whine,I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,Sendin messages, say ima ***** youll leave me wetI cant believe you believe I take death threats,Youre wrong wootay, youre absolutely wrongNow its on wootay, your seventeen damagin health,Thats 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,Its 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 whats up to satan, b.g. aint bout no fakin,I handle mine with no debatin, stop underestimatinChorusThink....fore you get checkmated
