B.G.

What Ya Wanna Do?

B.G.


(Intro) 
This ain't 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 motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa 
If I don't know ya dont trust ya 
If I don't trust ya then fuck ya 
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga 
Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures 
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out 
Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out 
Birds and money that's all that excite me 
Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me 
President lover, undercover, ain't another like me 
You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B 
Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier 
Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder 
Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time 
Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine 
I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do 
Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew 
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it 
Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded 
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga 
Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep 
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it 
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it 
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled 
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga 
(Chorus)x2 
What cha wan do nigga 
How ya wan do it 
When ya wan do it we could get straight to it 
You could take it how ya wanna 
Bring it how ya feel 
Accept it in blood cuz 
Ya get it how ya live nigga 
(Verse 2) 
Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef 
Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' 
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin 
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin 
Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate 
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late 
Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust 
Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must 
Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer 
Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger 
I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man 
Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man 
Got a AR... 15 I mean 
D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean? 
It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit 
I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit 
Bust open the 911, let me take my hit 
Y'all done started, you can't quit 
I'm rushin with a monster blitz 
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us 
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up 
(Chorus)x2 
(Verse 3) 
All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me 
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King 
All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- 
Don't mean nothin to the B.G 
I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz 
Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit 
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a 
Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders 
That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to 
Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you 
Me and my rounds come through set trippin 
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given 
50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin 
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin 
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke 
puttin change on niggaz brains behind me 
Chorus x3