then. i hate to say but it's true, i really don't wanna be with you, and i think that i wanna go home, so why won't you leave me alone?. [chorus] when
: (B.G. Talking) What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your #1 Hot Boy and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what I'm saying and we bout
you feel and vibe Yeah I used to get loaded, I got nothing to hide But look at me now, I'm focused, you can tell I try You can even tell the way I lean
"Do it you gon' make it" And I made It I wish you were here to see It's all gravy, I know you want me to let that be Man I hate it I know you don't want
one could fade you, sometimes I hate you I love you to death, but the way you act I know that's not the way, that Lil B.Gizzle raised you I'm on the
', jackin', and murderin' Pistols click clackin I'm blastin I know that you heard of me Call me lil' duga B.Geezy fore sheezy it's gravy Niggas they
If I live I live, if I die it's cool Cuz I know for sure when I was here that I was a fool If you gone drill me come on and drill me It's all good cuz
lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck
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
? Can I...maintain and do this rap thing? Yo, can I...kick it? [Mannie Fresh] Yes, you can [B.G.] Well, I'm gon' kick it ? You bitches understand? I
T to the I I to the X notify next of kin When's the next trend Who's the next Rakim Who's the next greatest mc of all time Who's the next overrated
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin
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-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail
I get bad b****es, now I even f*** Mya (I f***ed the first Game), 50 you a liar See that?s why I hate you, you think you know me I?m tell everybody, you
later you little haters Are too jealous of us to love us You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50
