Intro)

This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?

(no indeed no indeed)

Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it

(yes indeed yes indeed)

Check it out..

(Verse 1)

Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa

If I don't know ya dont trust ya

If I don't trust ya then fuck ya

Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga

Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures

Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out

Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out

Birds and money that's all that excite me

Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me

President lover, undercover, ain't another like me

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

Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time

Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine

I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do

Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew

Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it

Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded

I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga

Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep

I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it

If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded 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

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What cha wan do nigga

How ya wan do it

When ya wan do it we could get straight to it

You could take it how ya wanna

Bring it how ya feel

Accept it in blood cuz

Ya get it how ya live nigga

(Verse 2)

Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef

Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'

Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin

Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin

Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate

Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late

Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust

Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must

Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer

Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger

I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man

Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man

Got a AR... 15 I mean

D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?

It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit

I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit

Bust open the 911, let me take my hit

Y'all done started, you can't quit

I'm rushin with a monster blitz

Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us

Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up

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(Verse 3)

All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me

Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King

All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --

Don't mean nothin to the B.G

I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz

Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit

I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a

Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders

That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to

Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you

Me and my rounds come through set trippin

Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given

50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin

scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin

Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke

puttin change on niggaz brains behind me

Chorus x3