chillin' with my bitch today I'm chillin' with my bitch today Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend She the type to keep a nigga open I'm chillin' with my
Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols I'll flip you, straight switch you four nickel With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol Hoes jocking niggas hating, can't take us Can't
cool off [B.G.] Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good [Lil' Wayne] B.Geezy let them niggas know [B.G.] I come through in somethin
B.G.] I got bad nerves - don't make me click if I do What happen after I finish with you is on you I warned you - you can't never say I didn't Brains
t get outta line in my presence She still my shorty - gon' be my ho Can't forget she was there everyday of my (?) Uh-huh (Hook [Automated voice & Baby
told me, "Chill", I still should've rolled So now I'm in some beef with niggas I barely know I met 'em once, but I use to fuck one of they ho I hit her
it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper) I
Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up Verse Two: {E. Vicious} See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99 I want all my fuckin' money but
me killed I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil It ain't no secret I
I'm bout gangster shit, and hoes know I'm working with something I was chillin in Timbermen with my dogs thugging Some niggas buckin But alot of niggas button The UPT is where I stunt, nigga thats my
road I move fast my people say I need ta slow down Close ya nose or ya gonna go down I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks Playin
people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes
better yet I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through I ain't facing in my heart I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg I think with a pen and pad
set Made up my mind I'm a kill him when I see him no sweat Make a bet I ain't gon put his monkey ass on a shelf And I don't need nobody help cause I can
I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan
and bottom line couldn't rhyme Shining in the lime light but couldn't rhyme tight No originality Strictly sound bites Downright about the worst that I
