money on my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope nigga In my city it's
on my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G
Перевод: BG. 'N' Мой город.
Перевод: BG. -Н Мой город.
Another minute goes by I stand here yeh im living this lie Watching the clock as the angels rise I don't want this dirty money I wont take part in spreading
my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G
balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to
my soldiers down at Fair Ground on Monday My Lunatic fam, Keyjuan, Murphy Lee City Spud, T-Love and Big Lee Yellow Mack, Slow Down, Courtney B The rest of my niggas up in the N
name [La Chat] Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames My 45 be on my side and I be
' the cups, "C'mon" Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite
my city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
Rhyme Syndicate We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya Yeah [ Everlast ] Everlast Everlast in full effect Where's my gold record? Where's my record? Where's my
I'm grimey four hundred mill and I still can't chill call me G double barrel N doom, boom I do it like a natty n-gga do wassup, New York city's pharoah
New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff My
treat, nigga ain't no love. Ain't no way in hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5
die, Opposition, never survive, when I get done, bustin my rhyme, Imma criminal transformed to a lyrical bad storm, Did I mention my fast flowin, lately its got my
