all on u lyrics – b.g

fa sho
i got my gat
so you know what that means

it’s a bust back thang, i ain’t goin’ out like a hoe
when you comin’ to get me i got the four four
when you come to down me playa please don’t miss
cuz that don’t do nothin’ but get my trigga finga p*ssed
if i live i live, if i die it’s cool
cuz i know for sure when i was here that i was a fool
if you gone drill me come on and drill me
it’s all good cuz i got some people to see
while i’m here i’m gettin’ full all the time gettin’ blunted
my company on the move we bought the benz 500
a.k.’s and glocks, in the back the lexus jeeps
havin’ big baller parties every other week
this is the clique n*gg* 2-2-6
black connection n*gg* again the code is 2-2-6
droppin’ dope hits, takin’ a n*gg* b*tch
while you’re on that flight, i’m bustin’ nuts in your wife
all *ssault rifles, the weapons that’s on my team
s.k’s, a.k’s, m-1’s and car beams
fulfillin’ dreams, goin’ to the top n*gg*
don’t playa hate cuz we’ll still hit’cha block n*gg*
baby gangsta ain’t nothin’ nice
a young n*gg* trigga happy that’ll put it in your life
i ain’t right, represent uptown to the fullest
finger on the trigga and i’m ready to pull it

got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
what’cha gone do? n*gg* that’s all on u
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
what’cha gone do? n*gg* that’s all on u
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
uptown on the way, b*tch so let us through
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
downtown get out the way cuz that’s all on u

you could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel
my n*gg*s is conscienceless and we kill or be killed
f*ck doin’ drive-bys man we do a pull up
the n*gg* on the p*ssenger side automatically die
from several gunshot wounds to the head
on the scene he dead chopper city n*gg*s fled
won’t you listen to ziggy get your car doors bullet proof
it’s rainin’ choppers so get a bullet proof roof too
you got yay? i don’t know it n*gg*
nine-six you gettin’ nabbed so you best not show it n*gg*
cuz that’s when you blow it n*gg*
your door get kicked in, we want your yay
high powered ak, false move and your face no trace
beat the case, go to the weight
make sure it ain’t a fake
i want your nameplate, cash, and your versace shoes
if you stingy gettin’ plucked n*gg* that’s all on u


street sh*t is what i’m into
you got it i’m comin’ to get you
don’t hesitate n*gg* or the b.g. gone have to split you
i’m down for whatever i’m a *ss with that chopper
if you playin’ with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya
no bullsh*ttin’ n*gg* my dream is to make a mil
paper chasin’ ain’t no fakin’ playa haters get killed
young trill baby gangsta into pimpin’ them hoes
but before i trick the hoes my money goes to my nose
and fat opthimals, t-shirts and girbauds
solja reeboks straight stickin’ to the g-code
uptown is the home of the car-jackers
robbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappers
better than seed, is the way i shop for that d
not the 17th, the real n*gg*s in that 3
play wit em, hard head n*gg*s they split em
raw dope they sell it, i get it i can tell it
how it go, back up or get banged n*gg*
street smarts the game n*gg*
gotta let em hang n*gg*
p*ssy n*gg* got beef wit the night creepers
me, brotha and diesel ridin’ with them street sweepers
old n*gg* wanna slang, without a clique?
he don’t wanna share, so we gone ride on that b*tch
we bout to turn your block to a war zone
i’m warning you to bring the little kids in they home
cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit
i gave you fair warning so if you hit you hit
cuz i ain’t slackin’ when i do what i gotta do
stop bein’ nosey b*tch, but that’s all on u

chorus (2x)

/ b g lyrics