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• To My People - B.G
• To My People - Flipmode Squad

[B.G.]
Come on, man (buck with me)
Let's do this here (buck with me)
If you confused, I'm called B.G.
I fear no one - fade me
Step if you want - it's on you
Just keep in mind I warned you
Look here - I'm young, dog
Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers
Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real
And I live my life - kill or be killed
I hold it down no matter what
For my soldierettes and true thugs
Don't think for once 'cause I got change I changed
Geezy gon' be the same
Never gon' disrespect the game
Never will flip out 'cause I got fame
My dogs in the hood handlin' business
Then throw your sets up - come on, represent
Uh-huh
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To my thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
[B.G.]
I'm off the porch and for all the
hustlers, jackers, murderers, and ballers
I hold it down for my biznite - they ain't scared to give head
They gotta get this
My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop
My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks
My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things
My hot girls who bring work on a airplane
My street-smart thugs who know how to think
And throw the Feds off and put 'em on a train
Can't forget thugs who be shinin', doin' they thing
Ears, neck, wrists, and hand hollerin' *bling*bling*
That's the ones who the B.G. represent
Bustas, at all, can't feel this
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock 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 Cash Money brothers
My whole clique keep it real at all times
My whole clique rock platinum at all times
Bentley's, Benzes, and Hummers we stay pushin'
Comin' down the block if everybody just lookin'
You gotta respect how we came through the game twistin'
Left it rearranged and left 'em shoutin', "Bling bling!" (Bling)
You know now how we do
You know now that we fools
We all 'bout our bitches
If it mean goin' back to slingin' chickens
If it mean bein' gatted
If it mean slip on masks
Hustlers and thugs know what's up
So come on - throw your sets up
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
[B.G.]
I keep it real
I keep it real
And if you're real you feel what I feel
I keep it real
I keep it real
And if you're real you feel what I feel
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood all over and it's all good
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood all over and it's all good
This for the thugs (for the thugs)
This for the soldierettes (soldierettes)
This for everybody all over out the project
This for the thugs (for the thugs)
This for the soldierettes (soldierettes)
This for everybody all over out the project
Buck with me (Buck with me)
Bounce with me (Bounce)
Buck with me (Buck)
Bounce with me (Bounce)

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back
Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere
We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice
Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced
I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's
Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike
Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire
And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove
Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)
Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me
I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest
They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah
God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular
I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon
Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart
Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie
Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude
Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air