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Y'know it go down fuckin' with the B.G. ****
Don't act like you don't know
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown you off yo P's and Q's, off wit ya head
The clique I run with, most definitely bout dumb shit
Load the clips up and release, ta the fuckin' gun clip
I'm a made ****, so y'know when BGeezy got beef
It's drama time, ain't no way them bitch **** could see
Since '93 I been ridin' strapped up four deep
No bullshittin' ****, I blose the whole street
Sendin' hollows at that ass to make ya head leak
Got Frank in the gang, some can see him in white sheets
It ain't no stoppin', it ain't no chillin' when they k' with me
It ain't so squashin', it ain't nothing you could say to me
Since L.T got killed, murder it miss the way to be
My people say I need ta stop with that mentality
I know they right but fuck them ****, they don't love me (motherfucker)
Now watch how many **** ride if they touch me
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L., you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique ****
Don't you forget ****
You could, take us, for a, joke if you want
And, you could, end up, tied up, in the trunk
And, we ride with shit like AR-15's
And ready to whack, the first enemy that seen
And we don't play no games on no terms wodie
And we a, leave ya, pa-le pa-le, swell whole
We riders baby, dome checkers and wig splitters (splitters)
We 'bout it baby, all I fuck with is real **** (what)
You beef with me if you want a early death **** (uh-huh)
Your coward plead, if you don't wanna get wet **** (wet ****)
I'm runnin' dope shops, rock shops whatever (whatever)
I was taught do what I gotta do for the cheddar (cheddar)
Pledge ya last bitch first is how I play it my **** (for sure)
Dare me ta cock my k' and watch how I spray it my **** (what)
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
Please, don't, make me feel played
Cuz I guarantee that within the week you come up dead
B-Geezy, Juve, Turk and Weezy
A jump out a black van and I set the whole street (whole street)
I get excited, when I'm in beef
I gas up and strap up and ride all week (c'mon)
When, you, get, caught, down bad
It's ****blaka-blaka-blaka-ratta-tat-tat (****)
I do a **** something, his family gon' remember (what)
Find his body in July, head in September (what)
I'm a lil' raw ****, very low down **** (uh-huh)
Something you never saw straight from Uptown ****
Nut's hang low ta where they drag on tha flo' (yeah)
Got coke and I know, have ten locks on ya doo' (yeah)
Cuz I'm comin' in, without a warrant, don't break it off
Right there your head I'ma take it off ****
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia, you off ya P's and Q's, off wit ya head
Written by: Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Dwayne Carter, Tab Virgil, Terius Gray