'u' all 'n'

Singer:b.g.

stop it right there

i dare you to cross that line

do it i'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind

i gets loose

backed up

with long toys

it's no truce fuckin' with these hot boys

do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the earth

both cliques can't live

somebody gotta see dirt

what makes you think i'ma let'cha ride first?

try to hide out

that makes shit worse

believe i'm comin'

a hundred in the drum and

i don't spanked somethin'

got the set wonderin'

bitch niggas runnin'

cable is comin'

that's what'cha get think i ain't bout nothin'

you done been showed

brains blowed

you should have knowed

new orleans carry no hoes

say what's up to satan

b.g. ain't bout no fakin'

i handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'

you think i ain't gone split a wig? think again

you guessin' and underestimatin' u" all "n"