What Ya Wanna Do? Lyrics - B.g.

(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 

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(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 

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(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