Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfuckin' good   You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods   If you a stranger, caught anywhere in my hood   How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"      I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka   Been stankin' baller blockers and duckin' coppers   Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion   An told me to meet him at LA X and its 'bout some business      I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta trippin'   Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit   Fuck wit' the O.G. and B.G. get busy   Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum      I speak this shit 'cause I mean it my nigga   I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga   A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it   But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it      Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We a dog nigga   We walks that walk and talk that talk, nigga      Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   I'm a dog nigga   And I'ma walk that walk and talk that talk, nigga      Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin'   And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'   Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it   Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about      I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo   That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love   Say B.G., you need a hundred stack from Mack   You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack      But firsts things first, find him, hit' em wit the tool   Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose   Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to Heaven   And if you fuck wit' Mack, then it's a 187      So if you do me, then I'll do you   But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew   So fill the church up and get the units you recite of   I'm a straight dog about it plus a Westside rider      Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We a dog, nigga   We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga      Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We some dogs, nigga   We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga      I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out   When I beef, slugs get bust at your house   All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town   You want peace, it's too late the water started to boil now      I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"   I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"   I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"   And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds      Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie   And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony   Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it's on   Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop 'em in his dome      Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano   Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel   Fluka-flames wit' nothing but red-dot aims   Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thang changed      When we in beef, we come, and dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We a dog, nigga   We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga      When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We some dogs, nigga   We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga      When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'   It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame   We a dog, nigga   We some hogs, nigga, whatever