(Intro)   This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?   (no indeed no indeed)   Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it   (yes indeed yes indeed)   Check it out..      (Verse 1)   Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa   If I don't know ya dont trust ya   If I don't trust ya then fuck ya   Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga   Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures   Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out   Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out   Birds and money that's all that excite me   Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me   President lover, undercover, ain't another like me   You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B   Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier   Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder   Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time   Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine   I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do   Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew   Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it   Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded   I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga   Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep   I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it   If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it   Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled   Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga      (Chorus)x2   What cha wan do nigga   How ya wan do it   When ya wan do it we could get straight to it   You could take it how ya wanna   Bring it how ya feel   Accept it in blood 'cause    Ya get it how ya live nigga      (Verse 2)   Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef   Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'   Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin   Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin   Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate   Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late   Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust   Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must   Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer   Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger   I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man   Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man   Got a AR... 15 I mean   D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?   It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit   I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit   Bust open the 911, let me take my hit   Y'all done started, you can't quit   I'm rushin with a monster blitz   Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us   Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up      (Chorus)x2      (Verse 3)   All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me   Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King   All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --   Don't mean nothin to the B.G   I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz   Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit   I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a   Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders   That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to   Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you   Me and my rounds come through set trippin   Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given   50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin   scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin   Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke    puttin change on niggaz brains behind me      Chorus x3