B.G. [Talking]  
 Don't fuck with me  
 Tellin' ya  
  
 Verse One: B.G.  
  
 Nigga better tighten up  
 Before my clique start lighten up  
 Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust  
 My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind  
 I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron  
 I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me  
 I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me  
 Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine  
 I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times  
 Put a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH  
 Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH  
 If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck  
 They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus  
 Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street  
 Everyday of the week fuckin' with the B.G.  
  
 (Chorus) B.G. 4x  
 Fuckin' with tha B.G.  
 Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me  
  
 Verse Two: B.G.  
  
 I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat  
 Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet  
 I gotta protect me  
 I can't let cha doom check me  
 I stays on my Ps  
 I can't see wettin' the B.G.  
 Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga  
 Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga  
 I keep it real forever treal nigga  
 Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga  
 Gotta get my shine on  
 I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on  
 I gotta ride on crome  
 I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own  
 Ca$h Money off the hezzay  
 Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay  
 It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? gangsta  
 He keep the fire ass trick nack  
 Then you know bout the H.Beezay  
 Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you niggas can see me  
 Before you step to me thank nigga  
 I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga  
  
 (Chorus) 4x  
  
 Verse Three: Baby  
 Nigga I'm a veteran at this shit  
 Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit  
 Niggas gettin' crossed up  
 Tossed up  
 From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up  
 From millionaires plus  
 Diamonds bezzel crush  
 My lil B.G. plush  
 From his rolex to his Lexus truck  
 But we'll never get enough  
 Got this rap game fucked up  
 And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy  
 Off tha heezy  
 With this motherfuckin chessezy  
 My lil B.Geezy  
 Know if a nigga get outta line he gotta come see me  
 But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy  
 So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy  
 And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy  
 And send the video tape back to B.Geezy  
 And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy  
 And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy  
 Fuckin' with my B.Geezy  
 I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me  
  
 Verse Four: Manny Fresh  
  
 Check it out baby boy while I run this shit  
 The life you talkin' bout man I done done this shit  
 Rough rugged  
 Muthafuck it  
 If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it  
 Ready like the Marines  
 Nigga with infared beams  
 I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams  
 Mr. Betty Crocker  
 Does it even cock up  
 Nigga knocka  
 Juice and vodka  
 Represent a stocka  
 If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me  
 Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby