B.G. - All On U Lyrics
Fa shoI got my gatSo you know what that meansIts a bust back thang, I aint goin out like a hoeWhen you comin to get me I got the four fourWhen you come to down me playa please dont missCuz that dont do nothin but get my trigga finga pissedIf I live I live, if I die its coolCuz I know for sure when I was here that I was a foolIf you gone drill me come on and drill meIts all good cuz I got some people to seeWhile Im here Im gettin full all the time gettin bluntedMy company on the move we bought the benz 500A.k.s and glocks, in the back the lexus jeepsHavin big baller parties every other weekThis is the clique nigga 2-2-6Black connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6Droppin dope hits, takin a nigga *****While youre on that flight, Im bustin nuts in your wifeAll assault rifles, the weapons thats on my teamS.ks, a.ks, m-1s and car beamsFulfillin dreams, goin to the top niggaDont playa hate cuz well still hitcha block niggaBaby gangsta aint nothin niceA young nigga trigga happy thatll put it in your lifeI aint right, represent uptown to the fullestFinger on the trigga and Im ready to pull itChorus:Got my finger on the trigga, whatcha gone do?Whatcha gone do? nigga thats all on uGot my finger on the trigga, whatcha gone do?Whatcha gone do? nigga thats all on uGot my finger on the trigga, whatcha gone do?Uptown on the way, ***** so let us throughGot my finger on the trigga, whatcha gone do?Downtown get out the way cuz thats all on uYou could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feelMy niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed***** doin drive-bys man we do a pull upThe nigga on the passenger side automatically dieFrom several gunshot wounds to the headOn the scene he dead chopper city niggas fledWont you listen to ziggy get your car doors bullet proofIts rainin choppers so get a bullet proof roof tooYou got yay? I dont know it niggaNine-six you gettin nabbed so you best not show it niggaCuz thats when you blow it niggaYour door get kicked in, we want your yayHigh powered ak, false move and your face no traceBeat the case, go to the weightMake sure it aint a fakeI want your nameplate, cash, and your versace shoesIf you stingy gettin plucked nigga thats all on uChorusStreet shit is what Im intoYou got it Im comin to get youDont hesitate nigga or the b.g. gone have to split youIm down for whatever Im a ass with that chopperIf you playin with me then them fifty shots gone stop yaNo bullshittin nigga my dream is to make a milPaper chasin aint no fakin playa haters get killedYoung trill baby gangsta into pimpin them hoesBut before I trick the hoes my money goes to my noseAnd fat opthimals, t-shirts and girbaudsSolja reeboks straight stickin to the g-codeUptown is the home of the car-jackersRobbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappersBetter than seed, is the way I shop for that dNot the 17th, the real niggas in that 3Play wit em, hard head niggas they split emRaw dope they sell it, I get it I can tell itHow it go, back up or get banged niggaStreet smarts the game niggaGotta let em hang nigga***** nigga got beef wit the night creepersMe, brotha and diesel ridin with them street sweepersOld nigga wanna slang, without a clique?He dont wanna share, so we gone ride on that *****We bout to turn your block to a war zoneIm warning you to bring the little kids in they homeCuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spitI gave you fair warning so if you hit you hitCuz I aint slackin when I do what I gotta doStop bein nosey *****, but thats all on uChorus (2x)
