Testo Gangsta Shit
J Ax: "Sono diventato tutto quello che odiavo"
[B.G.]Nigga gonna respect my cliq, us chaosOnce it's on, nigga you can't duck usMotherfuckers, if you score from us,Don't trust usIf you think about itWe made niggaz you can touch usYou bustas will want cliq in a secWe need everything wetDon't give a fuck about what you saidIt's off the rilla my niggaContracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillasFrom George Washington to Ben FranklinI'm spankin with my motherfuckin bankinIf you thinkin I'm fuckin wit this top rankerAnd a murderYou a heavy drinker and I'll serve yaBitch niggaGetcha getcha getcha gettin cool niggaStrap up, and do what you gotta do niggaI know you know, it's all on you niggaWatch me I'm dirty and don't play by the rulesI respect it's do or die niggaAnd I'mma do it till I die, cuz I'm a ridaThat coc that girl, I tried herI can't deny her, cuz I like that fireBlack connection is the shitU.P.T. respect it bitch, it's the gangsta cliq[Chorus]Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shitDa magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shitNigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shitThat mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shitNigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shitThat calio bout some gangsta gangsta shitNigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shitThat same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit[B.G.]Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a representBe full of that dope and full tentI'm serving coc by the whole birdMy shit ain't water without 7 g's bout a birdPlay hard and get that serveYou know for sure that you heardI bring noise, hanging out back with big toysI give props to my worldWhat you want on your tombstoneYour pathetic boy, oh it's on in the dirty southYou can't afford hitting your dome in his ownHang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boyOf the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. it's B.G.Record company CMBThugs wanna come up and seeDa magnolia, the mel boysCP3, I warned you, we're outlawsYou can't see me I come without a stummerThe drivers think I'm doneI'm second to noneGet full of them bluntsMy cliq got glocs and macks with beams on emThe big man got jacket with my team on emYou get it, I'll get with em and split emYeah, I did em, we done em, I'mma go uptown and rum em[Chorus] w/ variations[B.G.]Bitch me, my whole town niggaGet that fake frown out your mouth or get pound niggaI'm a houndI hunt niggas down quietlyI smash a potatoe on my knee and pass outA young gangsta spank ya off the topLeft you to hang the crop without all propsDo you ever hearThat nigga is a foolOne with me, twos I use, you loseKillas I hang witWe feel smart nowYou ain't shitTrying to get wit me, you see meNo nigga can do itFuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do itI get low down a dirtyOff with ya head, ol dirtyAll my nuts anger, put it in the BenzTill elevated tangerI'mma switin west hangerCrack slanger, neck splittedKool Aid gripperI'm here to deal wit cha, I can't forget chaIf you beefin, then I'm creepin on yaWatch your back cuz, I'll put that streetsweeper on yaIf you gonna bust back, you better ask outI'll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp[Chorus] w/ variations
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