(feat. Mac) [Mac] What, Mo B. Dick , Mr. Mac. All I Need, check it. From the start you was my heart Cuddle with you in the dark And at night we light
nigga (For sure, nigga) B.G. and the fam' If you gotta be a B.T. ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.) A H.B. ([B.] Ya understand) Ya understand Ya undersmell
block my mom did what she could always got what I need sometimes I got a lil mo but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up
, let me light my Phillie blunt Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want [Yo whassup J?] Man I quit selling weed [No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need
want it, touch this boy's a ton wearer Me the semi popper, SL shot ya Tell mo' deep call the copper 'Cause you wanna flip mo', Bucktown sicko Ask my nigga
police harass are regular days to us You say door, we say doe You say four, we say fo You say whore, we say ho You want more, but we want mo What else
go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'
fly in benzes on 22s, double back drop 26s under the H2, i'm a fool wit it hoes be like i want him, fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and
you so slick but I see through ya'll dats why I tell my man Cam to bring the U-Haul Who need ya, you don't need me, I don't need you either Dats why my
cleaner then cozi Burnin' mo' rubber than a pussy on fire See there ya go, 40 flashin' like blue light Man fuck his ho, that bitch ain't in check [B-
neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored,
plus your dick, drop your ones Baby need new shoes and a outfit I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick You see my set of twin-hitmen from
B:] Hello [D:] Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop. [B:] It's The Coup, and this is Boots. Speak [D:] Well my name is Dick
Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo' You best believe later on we headed to the mo'
money Make the way to the safe Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra" From the west side of chi' "t", Niggers want to ride with me Cause i'm the live
you still get your cap peeled The fuck back just like the banana And I'm comin' mo' G than Tony Montana I keep it slammin' like N-B-A jam Like N-W-A
', you want more beef You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace And when it comes to money my shit is obese Like delareece, I need celery Mo' money
you hear this shit you goin' feel like me [Hook: B.G. and Juvenile] Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you [x3] [B.G.:] You fucking with the B.G., you