B.G. [Talking]. Don't fuck with me. Tellin' ya. Verse One: B.G.. Nigga better tighten up. Before my clique start lighten up. Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust. My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind. I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron. I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me. I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me. Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine. I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times. Put a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH. Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH. If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck. They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus. Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street. Everyday of the week fuckin' with the B.G.. (Chorus) B.G. 4x. Fuckin' with tha B.G.. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me. Verse Two: B.G.. I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat. Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet. I gotta protect me. I can't let cha doom check me. I stays on my Ps. I can't see wettin' the B.G.. Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga. Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga. I keep it real forever treal nigga. Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga. Gotta get my shine on. I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on. I gotta ride on crome. I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own. Ca$h Money off the hezzay. Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay. It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? gangsta. He keep the fire ass trick nack. Then you know bout the H.Beezay. Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you niggas can see me. Before you step to me thank nigga. I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga. (Chorus) 4x. Verse Three: Baby. Nigga I'm a veteran at this shit. Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit. Niggas gettin' crossed up. Tossed up. From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up. From millionaires plus. Diamonds bezzel crush. My lil B.G. plush. From his rolex to his Lexus truck. But we'll never get enough. Got this rap game fucked up. And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy. Off tha heezy. With this motherfuckin chessezy. My lil B.Geezy. Know if a nigga get outta line he gotta come see me. But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy. So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy. And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy. And send the video tape back to B.Geezy. And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy. And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy. Fuckin' with my B.Geezy. I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me. Verse Four: Manny Fresh. Check it out baby boy while I run this shit. The life you talkin' bout man I done done this shit. Rough rugged. Muthafuck it. If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it. Ready like the Marines. Nigga with infared beams. I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams. Mr. Betty Crocker. Does it even cock up. Nigga knocka. Juice and vodka. Represent a stocka. If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me. Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby.