B.G. - This Nigga Die Lyrics
[b.g.]Aint this a *****(hook-2x)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cry[b.g. {talking underneath hook}](? ? ? ? ? ) - ***** itSomeone gotta handle thatCheckmate, nigga[b.g.]Nigga done crept down and put ten in my dogHe the only son, so you know his moms goin offI wouldnt be a true nigga if I let this slideGotta saddle up - I gotta strap up and rideMy nigga momma gon cry, then your momma gon cryOne less in my clique, one in your clique gon dieIts the game - you forgot its eye for a eyeBody for body, so you gon respect my mindYou done started somethin ima take real farEveryday is shootouts - you done started guerrilla warIt got me hurtin to see my dog people in griefSo its law I bring the same pain to your peepsIm dressed to kill: black-hooded, black souljas and baudsWhen I spot ya ima let the stop on the sk unfoldWhen you hear that: chukah-blauw!! chukah-blauw!!Im tellin you its too late to run now(hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, theres gon be consequences and repercussions - believe that[b.g.]In the streets I gotta have that mind frame ***** itGotta keep my nuts dropped - cant be fearin nothinWhen youre thuggin, nigga always into somethinWhen youre hustlin, never know when nigga gon say, up it.My dog had a deal planned with some new connectBarely knew em, and trust em - aint wear his vestHe got there thinkin the deal was gon go sweetThey already had it planned to keep the money and kisThey hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neckAnd left him there to meet his deathI feel guilty lettin him go soloEven though he told me, chill, I still shouldve rolledSo now Im in some beef with niggas I barely knowI met em once, but I use to ***** one of they hoI hit her up for some info and broke her off properGo to they hideout and release that chopper(hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon die -Consequences and repercussions[b.g.]This stank ***** that I grew up with in the hoodMy nigga jocked her - I warned him that she was no goodBut ***** me - he heard the ***** was the shitHe went, got caught up, got *****-whippedEvery night he sleepin by this stank *****And I told him she threw crosses and shell set him up for shitBut he aint listen, he tell me mind my bizNow some niggas went there, took him out there and split his wigI aint know thats where he start to stash his yayHe knew better to keep work where his head gon layBut ***** that, I gotta put some iron on herGotta release all seventeen out the nine on herOne of my hoes saw her shakin ass in the clubShe hurried up, went to the phone and hit me upI spinned round, saw her, and straight cut looseJive ho, this from him through me straight to you(hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon die -Its gon be a eye for an eyeConsequences and repercussions
