get buck dawg Where ya sets at, put em up dawg [B.G.] If ya down wit me, come on and let's get loose Anything goes, hair down, do whatcha do I ain't
killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' , All that muthafuckin' creepin' Pissin' on
day cause on the real B.G. Bout trigga play, trigga play Chorus x2: My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans) If you want me I can be found on
with the sharks In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart YOU'Z A HOE So stay on your side of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel
that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Uptown on
my shirt tucked in I'll pop a nigga in his mouth to show him I wasn't bluffin' But, things changed like a Barack Campaign ad Niggas on the sneak tip I
a helping hand (A helping hand is what you need) To show you that life goes on There's a brand new dawn When you're feeling down There's always a reason To hold on
And on the way home they heard it on the radio Gabriel Antonio, I love the way it goes (here it go) MTV to BET, and then award shows That's the life I
flies, it goes by and then you realize I'm not coming home, this is where I want to be First song, first show and then before you know We're on our
did it first Now watch me do me [Chorus:] How about I just cheat on you Can't you see what you're making me do I'm bout to cheat on you Just to show
to the back of the crowd 'Cause most bros that I know Be up in the show Up in the front row Too hard to say "Hoooo!" Screw face on Like we're 'bout to
the battle goes on while we're safe in our beds so don't turn away no don't turn away your doors are locked you switch on the box to take in a show you
I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling I get off on what you give to me
talk shows It't the best thing in years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good talk show 'Cause the hoochies
the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So
man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We
niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin