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Текст (слова) песни: B.G. - `U` All `N`

First Verse:

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line
Do it I`ma feel you ain`t respectin` my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with long toys
It`s no truce fuckin` with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth,
Both cliques can`t live, somebody gotta see dirt,
What makes you think I`ma let`cha ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes shit worse
Believe I`m comin`, a hundred in the drum and,
I don`t spanked somethin`,
Got the set wonderin`,
Bitch niggas runnin`,
Cable is comin`,
That`s what`cha get THINK I ain`t bout nothin`,
You done been showed, brains blowed,
You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes
Say what`s up to Satan, B.G. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin` stop underestimatin`

Chorus:

You think I ain`t gone split a wig? Think again,
You guessin` and underestimatin` "U" all "N"
You think I ain`t gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin` and understimatin`, think again
You think I ain`t gone split a wig? Think again,
You guessin` and underestimatin` "U" all "N"
You think I ain`t gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin` and understimatin`, think again

Second Verse:

I`ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
I`ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
I`ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I`ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
I`ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin` over,
I`ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
I`ma roller nigga, you can`t predict me,
Thinkin` I`m fake, you can`t know me,
I come hard with `tillery four deep,
Remember I tear down both sides of the street,
Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money B.G.,
Ain`t no sleep if you beef with me,
I`ll let you know I`m comin` nigga I ain`t gotta creep,
I`ll be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
Say what`s up to Satan, B.G. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin`, stop underestimatin`

Chorus

Third Verse:

Don`t think I`m lame, don`t judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne,
You can`t explain, you wanna be hard don`t whine,
I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,
Sendin` messages, say I`ma bitch you`ll leave me wet
I can`t believe you believe I take death threats,
You`re wrong Wootay, you`re absolutely wrong
Now it`s on Wootay, your seventeen damagin` health,
That`s another spankin` completed under my belt,
Your Mom in black on the floor her seein` that her son done been left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for Doctors to help,
It`s All On U, you brought that issue on yourself,
Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say what`s up to Satan, B.G. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin`, stop underestimatin`

Chorus

Think....fore you get checkmated

 

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