you what you get Just the truth, you can't lose, when I get to you All them fairytale stories That ya mama told you is what you get girl Is what you
you what you get Just the truth, you can't lose, when I get to you All the fairytale stories That ya mama told you Is what you get girl [VERSE 2 (Omarion
Übersetzung: B2k. What U Get.
Tell you what you get Just the truth, you can't lose, when I get to you All the fairytale stories That ya mama told you Is what you get girl [VERSE 2
to show on the real who i be tell you if u jus ask me (chorus) i tell you wat u get all me fantasy anything you need every chance i get shower you how
I just busted B on his 200 g's He called DC and order 20 more keys I got K-C and Sam running on his brother In pewee running in the U.P.T. 3 showed up
2-2-6 I keep it real for the real So the real could feel what I feel about my grill Them raps, is worth a mil You get killed if you get caught up with
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? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U
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
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 rap hustling [Verse 2]
: Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x) [Verse 2
offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u
tell me that the? [Refren] K.U.S.H. keeps us so high The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high The more I smoke, the high I get The better I feel, I can?t quit
Candy paint switchin colors in the light It's about like 11 p.m And we just rollin through the city Bumpin that screw B.m.o U.g.k Lil keke And I feel
feet Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak Just wrote
what I rep, S.I., dig it? Fifty cal' flow, get low Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your
