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B G To My People

your own cheddar [B.G.] Man, it's the B.G. (B.G.) (Uh-huh) Gotta represent the hood (Represent) (Gotta) The thugs, and the soldierettes Baby, busy Bubba: number-one stunna Wheezy, Juve, Turk: my

your own cheddar [B.G.] Man, it's the B.G. (B.G.) (Uh-huh) Gotta represent the hood (Represent) (Gotta) The thugs, and the soldierettes Baby, busy Bubba: number-one stunna Wheezy, Juve, Turk: my

' 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

, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda Woman of my dreams? I don't

to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches

sizes In his entourage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it Since B.I.G

a plate, anybody seen the scale? My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan

but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta kick

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