Fuck That Shit B.G.

(*talking*)
What's up (what's up) nigga
Act like you know who this is
If you don't know who this is nigga
It's Lil' B. Gizzle, it ain't B. Geezie no more
You understand, it's Chopper City Records nigga
You heard me, for 2002, and I'mma give it to you
Uncut and raw, look

[B.G.]
It's bout time I bring B. Gizzle, on the scene
Remind niggas, who forgot I'm still bout that beef
And I brings the heat, if it's daylight or night time
I bangs heat, from AK's, macks and nines
Now I ride, believe me when I stress that there
Or that round thang on your neck, I'mma wet that there
Split that there, splat that there, bust that there
And this ain't conversation lil one, trust that there
I hit your set with that K, and up that there
You can't duck from them 50 shots, or run nowhere
Right where you stand my nigga, you done right there
Mama hollin', don't let that be my son right there
Well mama I'm sorry, that's your son right there
His body, his brains, and his long wife there
Ain't bout to let no nigga play me, fuck that there
They find you smelling like a skunk, same time next year