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    I take drama as far as it could go
    I ain't no ho
    That is something u would wanna know
    I get loose as a goose
    When beef in my presence
    i'm a hot boy fa'sho
    Nigga a living legend
    I straight creep if I get beef with ya
    They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture
    Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet
    Cause I was in the hospital
    Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it
    But I'm still a head busta
    Run with straight real niggas
    That's a fatigue nigga
    So this the deal with ya
    All about cash daddy
    Face behind the mask daddy
    Choppers with 50 in em'
    Ready to blast daddy
    Duck or get down nigga
    Bounce or get bounce nigga
    U on side of a milk carton
    Can't be found nigga
    Take it how u wanna
    Bring how u feel
    Take in blood nigga you get it how u live

    Chorus: ( Juve)
    Where the villian be
    That's where I'll stand
    I'm comming with autilary
    Up in my hand
    I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man
    I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand

    Verse 2: ( B.G)
    It don't stop
    It want stop
    My glock on safety
    Cock if you get shot
    Don't get shocked
    Cause you are aware of my actions
    U know I that U heard of me
    And that's a fact son
    I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday
    I'm 100% thug
    U wont't trigga play
    It's all gravy let's handle it
    I get scandalous
    I call baby it's confusion
    Army tool we using
    He beep me back
    We clicking up we set up
    A dangerous mob
    Once u wet up
    No getting up
    That's how it is
    I hustle for my G's
    Over hundred G's
    Stun'n with versace
    It's straight soldiers ree's
    And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,
    Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants
    We wanna go all the way out
    And thug?????
    Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down


    Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper
    I ain't fucking with ya
    U outta line
    I'm gon flip ya
    B.g toten big pistol
    U know I represent
    Full of that dope behind lime tint
    Mercedes what I'm in
    We steal is a lil hint
    That u murder if you flinch
    6feet in where u sent
    My occupation consist
    Putting momma on the front bench
    My click is often dangerous
    If they caught to hang with us thug with us
    Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us
    Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down
    And that's dat UPT
    U ain't gotta hide you get down
    But it all good
    U get dirty I get dirty
    We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin
    In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome
    I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home
    I aint' gone bone light
    On dat dope dick
    I know you heard that we go all night
    Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right

    Chorus til end

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