B.G. Lyrics
B.G. Lyrics
"True Story Lyrics"
The Long And Winding Road Lyrics
[Originally performed by The Beatles] The long and winding road, That lead to your door Will never disappear, I've see that road before. It's always leads me here - Leads me to your door. The while and windy night, That a rain washed a way, Has left a pool of tears, Crying for the day. Why leave me standing here, Let me know the way. Many time I've been along And many time I've cried, Anyway you'll never know The many ways I've tried. But still they lead me back, To the long winding road, Don't leave me standing here,
[Originally performed by The Beatles] The long and winding road, That lead to your door Will never disappear, I've see that road before. It's always leads me here - Leads me to your door. The while and windy night, That a rain washed a way, Has left a pool of tears, Crying for the day. Why leave me standing here, Let me know the way. Many time I've been along And many time I've cried, Anyway you'll never know The many ways I've tried. But still they lead me back, To the long winding road, Don't leave me standing here,
[Mr. Ivan]
Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do mane
Say what'cha gotta say Wayne
[Lil' Wayne]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true
[Mr. Ivan]
This some true shit.
[First Verse-B.G.]
Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' ,
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'
Pussy ass
You know you can't survive,
You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my list
A P-poppin' bitch no disresp
P-Poppin' bitch no disresp
P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth
But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play,
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk,
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
I Don't Mind Lyrics
Lover make her naked still but nothing shows No time no place one will be as one does fake No gift no need so you try to bring me down A promise a joke laughing on my suffering I don't mind I know why you hide I don't mind I know the why of your disguise I dont mind I know the why and I don't mind Choking sickness looking on as I am raped Bleeding crawling pointing out my every mistake So you go down and you think your lie won't show Breeding feeding taking in the enemy Chorus Is she gone all because I am all wrong Is she gone all bec
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax,Lover make her naked still but nothing shows No time no place one will be as one does fake No gift no need so you try to bring me down A promise a joke laughing on my suffering I don't mind I know why you hide I don't mind I know the why of your disguise I dont mind I know the why and I don't mind Choking sickness looking on as I am raped Bleeding crawling pointing out my every mistake So you go down and you think your lie won't show Breeding feeding taking in the enemy Chorus Is she gone all because I am all wrong Is she gone all bec
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,
Real pussies in the can
[Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.
[Verse Two-B.G.]
Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'!
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? Cuz oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha,
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them
In The Heat Of The Summer Lyrics
Intro: Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm In the heat of the summer F A When the pavements were burning Dm C Dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm Dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm Gm Dm Now no one knows how it started F A why the windows were shattered Dm C Dm But deep in the dark, someone set the spark Gm Dm And then it no longer mattered. Dm Gm
niggas be rappin', very much trippin'Intro: Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm In the heat of the summer F A When the pavements were burning Dm C Dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm Dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm Gm Dm Now no one knows how it started F A why the windows were shattered Dm C Dm But deep in the dark, someone set the spark Gm Dm And then it no longer mattered. Dm Gm
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up
[Third Verse-B.G.]
At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin',
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin', and pluckin'
Fuck it
Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch,
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM
When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em
And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it,
Hard rolled and fake it,
Niggas best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick
That's enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine
Don't whine, niggas can't h
I Hate To Eat Alone Lyrics
I picked myself up in a downtown bar You know the feelin' was lousy But as I'd come this far Well it's too easy to drink When nobody's home But I hate to eat alone 'N' frozen dinners don't do much for me When you've got T.V. on the table 'N' T.V. on T.V. All you do is chew your fingers Down to the bone I hate to eat alone Like the actor who's forgotten his words You stumble through the story line Another place another time When you were with me They say the city's rotten to the core There's no communication with each other anymoreandle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry,
This is another part of that fuckin' true story
[4th Verse-B.G.]
Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up
I picked myself up in a downtown bar You know the feelin' was lousy But as I'd come this far Well it's too easy to drink When nobody's home But I hate to eat alone 'N' frozen dinners don't do much for me When you've got T.V. on the table 'N' T.V. on T.V. All you do is chew your fingers Down to the bone I hate to eat alone Like the actor who's forgotten his words You stumble through the story line Another place another time When you were with me They say the city's rotten to the core There's no communication with each other anymore
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry,
This is another part of that fuckin' true story
[4th Verse-B.G.]
Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up