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B.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.G.
Composer
Mannie Fresh
Composer
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Mannie Fresh
Producer
Ray Seay
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Lyrics
Wassup ****, off top (Off top)
Man, B.G be hustlin', ya heard me (Hustlin')
I be grindin' and fuck the Police (Grindin', fuck 'em)
I don't give a fuck bout them, look
I'm a lil' **** that will down you, let off fifty rounds at you
And if you fake I don't want to be no where around you
I'ma head buster, true hustler, a real ****
And believe I'd never get caught without my steel ****
You want beef with me, I'ma do ya somethin' wrong
I'ma empty seventeenth bullets straight off in yo dome
I'ma Hot Boy, recognize or get chastised
Disrespect my mind, if ya want, ya gone die 'cause it's like that
Only way I know how to play it
I'm all ready wanted by a triple murder by the feds
So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all O's
Sell 'em for six, to let my cliental roll
Buy four more keys sell two, and sit on two
'Cause I heard, through the wind, they got a draught comin' through
I'ma hit me a lick off in that UPT
Tax them ****'s I want thirty a key
****, I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****, click I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****
All I know how to do is thug, hustle, and kill a **** if I gotta
If I don't know ya, don't trust ya, it's in me to be a rider
Assault riffles I got 'em, stacked up in the closet
Ya out of line I'ma stop ya, chka-chka, chop ya
You know me, I'm off the block, on my side keep a Glock
Find me in a corner house, runnin' a quarter shop
Police got my picture on they dash tryna catch me
But fuck, they can kiss my ass, I'm bout Feddi
Thugin' is all I remember that I've been doin'
Every since I came out the womb, I've been booin'
Runnin' with straight killers, guerillas, and real ****
It's kill or be killed with me, you know the deal ****
My price stay right, that's why my shop stay hot
Whatever ya spend, ya gonna double it off top
Ain't nothin' in this World, you bout I ain't bout
B.G. is gonna be forever thugged out
'Cause I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****, click I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****
Told you before, I'm bout trigger play, so you can come my way
If ya want, and get a clip emptied in yo face
I'ma donkey ****, you don't want me ****
To tie you up, and throw you off, in my trunk-e ****
Call yo woatie's let 'em know I'ma keep ya ****
To they cough up sixty G's my ****
That's how it go, 'cause if the shoes was on the other feet
**** wouldn't hesitate to snatch me, and call B, so fuck that
I gotta get it how I live
And in these bloody streets, that I live on it's real
So I gotta play it raw, 'cause only the strong survive
So it's a must I sell them first, and grab them thing's and ride
If I don't, **** gonna jump in they shit and smash out
Tryna catch me slippin' and leave Geezy ass out
But it ain't gone happen 'cause believe I know how to think
I'ma shoot a whole in yo boat first, before mine sank
'Cause I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****, click I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' in the drug house
If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love ****
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun ****
Click, ready to bust ****, click
Ya heard me, **** like me be thugged out, ya heard me?
Hustlin', grindin', try'na get mine
All these pussy ass **** baller blockin'
Ch-ch check mate, lay down partner
Ya heard me, I'ma put ya six feet off tiggedy
****, Cash Money **** for life, you know who I am
Ya heard me, you know Hot Boys my fam
Off tops, Big Tymers **** uhh
Thuged Out, hustlin, goin' to that corner house
Right up the street ya heard me, quarters, dope, weed
Whatever ya need, see B.G
Written by: B.G., Mannie Fresh