I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
makin' Gs ta makin' mills I'm a treal B.G. uptown hard hitter On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter 'Bout my paper, my chesse so before my eyes close I want my
shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
Übersetzung: BG. 'Bout My Paper.
s I've been affiliated with killers all my life That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so- (-Hook [B.G.]) [B.G.] It's on if it's on
hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds Its a must we
chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight duckin
field Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real My mama cryin' cuz she think
muthafuckin' split cha (3x) Second Verse: [B.G.] Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
I'm slippin, how you figure nigga It takes street smarts to be a young baller Chorus [B.G.] Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese Gotta bout be my
and make yo shit come through playa [B.G.] I gots to get mine I'm out for me Nobody worryin' bout dis little B.G. I'm gonna get my hustle on I'm in
' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed Young trill Baby Gangsta into pimpin' them hoes But before I trick the hoes my money goes to my
killed mo' niggas than cancer Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] Nigga, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie
'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock
back on the grind cause you know the B.G. coming Chorus: repeat 2X I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging I'm violent B.G. make my money
