Текст песни: B.G. f Bullet, Turk - It`s All On U Vol. 1

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
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin` less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin` at five G`s
Oh, I`m the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in `dis black on black
Spillin` brains ain`t nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain`t nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G.
I run wit` all real niggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin` pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w`ere beachin` to make you squeel nigga
Don`t spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya` feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way `for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K `for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a nigger from uptown wit` a million
Actin` bad, buyin` motherfuckin` buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin` K`s like it ain`t nothin`
Uptown niggas buckin` like it ain`t nothin`
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin` over
Knockin` heads off shoulders
Think you boulder `cause you older, but I`m colder
With the trigger I`ll run all over ya`
Niggas talkin` yat and stuff
Wan` be rough, but I`ma see if you can back it up
Wan` be tough
Let`s take to a triller level
Let`s get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just fuck wit` me that`s all I`m wishin`
I`ma dust ya`
Because I know you`re softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin` clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I`ll leave `ya flat, nigga

(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
It`s like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
`For you get bust on....skip

Verse 2: (Turk)
I`m tryin` to be cool in this game
This shits nothin` nice
Play wit` niggas `dese days
They`ll leave yo` body cold as ice
But I say fuck `em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is fuck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin` skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try`na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that`s a fact
Leavin` niggas on they back
Bitches play goin` get smacked
Espicially if I don`t disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I`ma have to show `ya
That I`m out that fuckin` M-a-g(Magnolia)
I`m keepin` it real wit` my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil` dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin` five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to` down
Actin` wild, three young niggers
Don`t mind pullin` the fuckin trigger

Baby:That`s the return of the trill as niggers

Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin` uptown you got`s to flight
Get down and take it like

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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
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin` less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin` at five G`s
Oh, I`m the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in `dis black on black
Spillin` brains ain`t nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain`t nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G.
I run wit` all real niggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin` pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w`ere beachin` to make you squeel nigga
Don`t spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya` feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way `for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K `for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a nigger from uptown wit` a million
Actin` bad, buyin` motherfuckin` buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin` K`s like it ain`t nothin`
Uptown niggas buckin` like it ain`t nothin`
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin` over
Knockin` heads off shoulders
Think you boulder `cause you older, but I`m colder
With the trigger I`ll run all over ya`
Niggas talkin` yat and stuff
Wan` be rough, but I`ma see if you can back it up
Wan` be tough
Let`s take to a triller level
Let`s get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just fuck wit` me that`s all I`m wishin`
I`ma dust ya`
Because I know you`re softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin` clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I`ll leave `ya flat, nigga

(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
It`s like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
`For you get bust on....skip

Verse 2: (Turk)
I`m tryin` to be cool in this game
This shits nothin` nice
Play wit` niggas `dese days
They`ll leave yo` body cold as ice
But I say fuck `em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is fuck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin` skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try`na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that`s a fact
Leavin` niggas on they back
Bitches play goin` get smacked
Espicially if I don`t disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I`ma have to show `ya
That I`m out that fuckin` M-a-g(Magnolia)
I`m keepin` it real wit` my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil` dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin` five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to` down
Actin` wild, three young niggers
Don`t mind pullin` the fuckin trigger

Baby:That`s the return of the trill as niggers

Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin` uptown you got`s to flight
Get down and take it like

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