[B.G. Talking]
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Oh yeah
See real n***as I can fuck with them, ya heard me? Bitch n***as I can't fuck with them Hoe n***as, n***as who do all that talkin' I can't fuck with them I ain't lying man them n***as be, ohh they put salt in the game, you heard me I swear to Jesus, Lord forgive me for swearing but look, look...

[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout whatever I'm always ready to flip a n***a
When I'm in beef never hesitate to get a n***a
'95 was when I first attempted to kill a n***a
So much happened since then I can't even remember n***a
I'm off the block when at anytime it can happen
Come off in the street if you think that I'm just rappin'
And I guarantee when you leave it won't be in an ambulance, I guarantee you'll leave zipped up in a body bag
I fuck with n***as on parole and probation
I fuck with n***as that appealed and still waitin'
The game hurtin' I swear that the streets need y'all
When I get right I'ma do what I can to reach y'all
I ain't gone lie these new n***as fuckin' the game up
They get popped, and wanna bring a n***a name up
I can't rock like that, oh no, I hit these (??) eaters they can't keep they mouth closed

[Hook x2]
Now if you 'bout your business
(you can roll with me)
If you done been convicted
(you can roll with me)
If you 'bout them bitches
(you can roll with me)
If you bust back when n***as is spittin'
(you can roll with me, roll with me)
[Verse 2]
I surround myself with nothin' other than real n***as
If they beefin', you best believe they gone kill n***as
Fuck them people, code on the streets is "never squeal n***a"
I don't care if you got life and they up a deal n***a
I'ma take my lick like a man, I was taught that
I can't violate the street code, that's where my hearts at
So when they question me, there's nothin' they'll find out
I go head an cop out, so I can ride out
Get in there, post up, and hold it down like a G
Click-Clack with deputy's having 'em meeting my auntie
Bringin me grams of dro, and ounces of sticky green
A hustler gone hustle behind bars, like on the street
That's how its been with me, and that's how its gone be
That's why real n***as fuck with me, that's cause they feel me
And if you feel me, ain't got no hoe in ya
You got some gangsta in your blood, n***a I can roll with ya

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Half of my click been all charged with homicide
More than half done all been part of a drive by
The rest of 'em is tweakin' unless some shots fly
And I also keep a 10-piece hot girl by my side
I call her Bonnie and she be callin' me Mr. Clyde
She'll take my charge she know I'm on paper for 5
So if I go back again then that's a wrap homie
And promise you that's somethin' she ain't gone have homie
I'm too important right now to be state property
That's why I chill I ain't no duck, I know they watchin' me
But they can watch me all they want, they wasting pictures on me
I been cut them n***as loose that I thought was snitchin' on me
Fuck around and tell my P.O. he got a brick on 'em
And then I'll turn around on an have to put a hit on 'em
That's the type who don't respect who code, n***a
Under pressure they fold, so I can't roll with ya!
[Hook x2]
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