Текст (слова) песни: B.G. f Bullet, Turk - It`s All On U Vol. 1

Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin` is my thing
A mill is what I`m tryin` to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin` less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin` at five G`s
Oh, I`m the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in `dis black on black
Spillin` brains ain`t nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain`t nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G.
I run wit` all real niggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin` pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w`ere beachin` to make you squeel nigga
Don`t spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya` feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way `for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K `for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a nigger from uptown wit` a million
Actin` bad, buyin` motherfuckin` buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin` K`s like it ain`t nothin`
Uptown niggas buckin` like it ain`t nothin`
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin` over
Knockin` heads off shoulders
Think you boulder `cause you older, but I`m colder
With the trigger I`ll run all over ya`
Niggas talkin` yat and stuff
Wan` be rough, but I`ma see if you can back it up
Wan` be tough
Let`s take to a triller level
Let`s get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just fuck wit` me that`s all I`m wishin`
I`ma dust ya`
Because I know you`re softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin` clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I`ll leave `ya flat, nigga

(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
It`s like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
`For you get bust on....skip

Verse 2: (Turk)
I`m tryin` to be cool in this game
This shits nothin` nice
Play wit` niggas `dese days
They`ll leave yo` body cold as ice
But I say fuck `em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is fuck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin` skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try`na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that`s a fact
Leavin` niggas on they back
Bitches play goin` get smacked
Espicially if I don`t disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I`ma have to show `ya
That I`m out that fuckin` M-a-g(Magnolia)
I`m keepin` it real wit` my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil` dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin` five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to` down
Actin` wild, three young niggers
Don`t mind pullin` the fuckin trigger

Baby:That`s the return of the trill as niggers

Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin` uptown you got`s to flight
Get down and take it like

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: B.G. f Bullet, Turk - It`s All On U Vol. 1 Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin` is my thing A mill is what I`m tryin` to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al Kapone is my idile To protect and serve I roll with my assault rifle Jack niggaz for nothin` less than a quarter key Take hits on buster niggas..... startin` at five G`s Oh, I`m the young nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in `dis black on black Spillin` brains ain`t nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain`t nothin but a thang to me When you see the B.G. I run wit` all real niggas Valence and Magnolias It list nothing but trill niggas And we get ill, tryin` pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w`ere beachin` to make you squeel nigga Don`t spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase Ya` feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase Go out the way `for my pockets to be nice and fat I tote that K `for my pockets to be nice and fat Picture a nigger from uptown wit` a million Actin` bad, buyin` motherfuckin` buildins Get out the way or give your cash to me You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G. Young niggas gettin busy Totin` K`s like it ain`t nothin` Uptown niggas buckin` like it ain`t nothin` Baby given coke to the young soldiers I told ya we takin` over Knockin` heads off shoulders Think you boulder `cause you older, but I`m colder With the trigger I`ll run all over ya` Niggas talkin` yat and stuff Wan` be rough, but I`ma see if you can back it up Wan` be tough Let`s take to a triller level Let`s get iller like a guerilla On the killer level Just fuck wit` me that`s all I`m wishin` I`ma dust ya` Because I know you`re softer than whoopie cushion I be dishin` clips in and out like a ??? cat Come from the back in black Ready t-t-to attack-tack I`ll leave `ya flat, nigga (Chorus) 1,2,3 3,2,1 Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns It`s like the hip to the hop The glock to the hip You best rush home `For you get bust on....skip Verse 2: (Turk) I`m tryin` to be cool in this game This shits nothin` nice Play wit` niggas `dese days They`ll leave yo` body cold as ice But I say fuck `em all My ball never fall Five feet eight inches tall My back against the wall All I do is fuck hoes I got dreams to make a mill Like them niggas in the nolia The hustlin` skills pays my bills But still keep my hand on my glock just in case Niggas try`na plot seventeen shots gonna stop The many tracks and that`s a fact Leavin` niggas on they back Bitches play goin` get smacked Espicially if I don`t disrespect you And you disrespect me I`ma have to show `ya That I`m out that fuckin` M-a-g(Magnolia) I`m keepin` it real wit` my click, 226 Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil` dizzy Take sips off daquiries Ridin` five-hundreds Benz across town Me, Duga, and B gettin to` down Actin` wild, three young niggers Don`t mind pullin` the fuckin trigger Baby:That`s the return of the trill as niggers Verse 3: (Bullet) Livin` uptown you got`s to flight Get down and take it like Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни It`s All On U Vol. 1: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/24221.html Все тексты песен: B.G. f Bullet, Turk » B.G. f Bullet, Turk - It`s All On U Vol. 1 » B.G. f Bullet, Turk - Cash Money Niggaz Рекомендуем скачать: » Цыганова Вика - Шофера » Цветы - Стучат колеса » Цыганова Вика - На заре вечерней » Цыганова Вика - Балалайка-зараза » Центр, Василий Шумов - Межгалактический воин » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе такой красивый » Центр, Василий Шумов - Среди белого огня » Цыганова Вика - Шарманщик » Центр, Василий Шумов - Голографический имидж » Цыганова Вика - Чудо пьяное » Цыганова Вика - Родимый край » Цветомузыка - Цветомузыка » Цыганова Вика - Золото » Цыганова Вика - Офицеры » Цыганова Вика - Тетя Роза » Цветы - Больше жизни » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе » Центр, Василий Шумов - Горизонтальные люди » Цыганова Вика - Колокол » Цыганова Вика - Еще не кончилось лето
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