U All N lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics U All N lyrics First Verse: Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line Do it I ma feel you ain t respectin my mind I gets loose, backed up, with long toys It s no truce fuckin with these hot boys Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth, Both cliques can t live, somebody gotta see dirt, What makes you think I ma let cha ride first? Try to hide out, that makes shit worse Believe I m comin , a hundred in the drum and, I don t spanked somethin , Got the set wonderin , Bitch niggas runnin , Cable is comin , That s what cha get THINK I ain t bout nothin , You done been showed, brains blowed, You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes Say what s up to Satan, B.G. ain t bout no fakin , I handle mine with no debatin stop underestimatin Chorus: You think I ain t gone split a wig?  Think again, You guessin and underestimatin "U" all "N" You think I ain t gone split a wig?  "U" all "N" You guessin and understimatin , think again You think I ain t gone split a wig?  Think again, You guessin and underestimatin "U" all "N" You think I ain t gone split a wig?  "U" all "N" You guessin and understimatin , think again Second Verse: I ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters, I ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers, I ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts, I ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first, I ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin over, I ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder, I ma roller nigga, you can t predict me, Thinkin I m fake, you can t know me, I come hard with tillery four deep, Remember I tear down both sides of the street, Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money B.G., Ain t no sleep if you beef with me, I ll let you know I m comin nigga I ain t gotta creep, I ll be in all black with reeboks on my feet, Say what s up to Satan, B.G. ain t bout no fakin , I handle mine with no debatin , stop underestimatin Chorus Third Verse: Don t think I m lame, don t judge me off your thoughts mane, Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne, You can t explain, you wanna be hard don t whine, I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine, Sendin messages, say I ma bitch you ll leave me wet I can t believe you believe I take death threats, You re wrong Wootay, you re absolutely wrong Now it s on Wootay, your seventeen damagin health, That s another spankin completed under my belt, Your Mom in black on the floor her seein that her son done been left, Brains cooked like a chef, too late for Doctors to help, It s All On U, you brought that issue on yourself, Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf, I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth, Nigga say what s up to Satan, B.G. ain t bout no fakin , I handle mine with no debatin , stop underestimatin Chorus Think....fore you get checkmated song lyrics