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PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
B.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.G.
B.G.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Spark it up, make it happen
Grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me
Oh, it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide
Battle me out there
Nothing in between but air
Bitch, I don't play fair
[Verse 2]
I come through like a Amtrak
What'cha gon' do?
Got a strap but it's on safety
Mine, ready to let loose
I hit ya spot, **** scatter
I ratta-tatta
Whatever, it don't matter
Hollows come out like blat-blatta
[Verse 3]
Got a shop across town
Applied it, so they doomed
Soon as it hit noon I'm blastin' off in the room
First thing flinch I go boom
With the sweeper I sweep like a broom
Creep like a Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound
[Verse 4]
When the moon come out, that's when the snakes come out
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought
You leave a gap open, I'm squeezin' it, 'cause I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a **** with some birds, just locin'
[Verse 5]
So I can abuse the bitch
Misuse the bitch
Refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice
I'm smoother than sand
Baby gangsta head buster, just a clean up man
[Verse 6]
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
[Verse 7]
B.G., hot boy, leave ya dick in the dirt
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk
Puttin' faces on shirts
You know to-uh-together we acts a ass
Fifty shots out each clip we blast
Full of that trash, out the Saint T
We mash on the gas
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head, ****
Them little bullets take red from yo head ****
[Verse 8]
Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said, ****
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that **** dead, ****
It's all on you
If you got beef would you freeze it?
Huh, ****?
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block, ****?
[Verse 9]
If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a **** bleed or think it's cool and now you eatin' it
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?
If it's with me you ain't thinkin' 'cause I creep, homie
If you got beef, better squeeze trigger ****
Kill it no matter what, even if it take four weeks, ****
[Verse 10]
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to put a blast, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to bust that ass, I'm a clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Ready to bust that ass, I'm a clean up man
[Verse 11]
I come hard enough, you feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy
Bitch **** gon' get they wiggadys, splitty-splitty
You done pissed these **** off from chopper city
In each and every K we tote, they got fifty
[Verse 12]
So bring it on however you want to bring it on
Your block explode like a bomb
I'm dangerous and armed
The B-G get it, I live 'till I'm gone
I'm a H-B and gotta get my shine on
[Verse 13]
So when the gangsta situation starin' at you
**** look the other way or do what'cha gotta do
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you
Got a trigger happy clique, ask questions after they shoot
[Verse 14]
The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave
If ten **** on the block, then ten **** I leave
Now Frank Minyard got work for three weeks
That's how the U-P-T play it if we got beef
[Verse 15]
I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand
I ain't 'bout playin', call me the clean up man
Call me the clean up man
On dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand
Written by: B.G.
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