U Need It lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics U Need It lyrics (*talking*) Whaaaaa, what s happ n (alright, alright) It s Lil B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear) It s from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City All the way to T-Town, you know what I m saying And you know how a nigga rocking, uh-huh It s real on this end, you heard me uh-huh It s real in the field, you know I m saying believe it [B.G.] I m off the block, niggaz love me cause I keep it real Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that they live I got a connect with the pills, and the good dro I get that coat soon as it hit Miami, off the boat I got a glock I keep it on me, I don t ever slip Seventeen ain t enough, I rock with that extended clip Thirty minus four, that s 26 so it don t jam Run up if you want, you run straight into that blam-blam Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, don t forget it nigga I live and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it nigga I don t be playing, when I tell you I be thugged out Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows, I be thugged out I ain t gon change, I don t give a fuck if I m Donald Trump I ll always represent Uptown, V.L. that s where I m from It s Chopper City in New Orleans, better ask around Niggaz ll tell you, that nigga B.Gizzle hold it down [Hook - 2x] You need it, rush up on him He hating, bust up on him He plotting, plot up on him Show mercy, to no opponent War better for it, guns this is what Shock him, without a cord Guerillas, not dinosaurs [Big Tuck] Get it how you live, be homeless or pay the bill Drill a nigga or get drilled, kill a nigga or get killed Niggaz be hating black, if you hate it you hating back Stomp feet like alley cats, be on guard for all attacks Always know what s up, the best set up s a yellow slut If you set up by a slut, don t be ashamed and chop her up That bitch was out of line, time to show naked spine Don t leave no blood behind, use barets and terpentine Say ain t tripping on shit, got teeth that shine and gliss Watching them watching this, make other teams forfeit Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I swear to God they all gorillas I swear to God they ll kill a nigga, they specialize in end a temper You simple you don t want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain t me You can t bite no mics like me, fa sho can t box like me War we done been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew Coming straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it ll happen to you [Hook - 2x] [50/50 Twin] It s like Jeeper the Creeper, my gorillas will eat ya The feature delete ya, then put you in a box like speakers Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box I ll beat ya My house or your house I ll meet ya, discombobulate your facial features They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you frauds like bleachers Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your OG s will prolly teach us When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to poo-poo Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of Yoo-hoo Babies oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo-boo Have control of what you do, or 50/50 will do you Press charges then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo Lick shots when I shoot through, you got that chump now flee-shoo [Hook - 2x] song lyrics