B.G. - Trigga Play Lyrics
Im bout that trigga play niggaI aint stuntin you bout twoYou can get busy you know the choices is on youI come through your areas to burry youI slow you down take your rolex with the bezel tooThe b.g. a hb off vlTips on the creek rang choppers like a church bellI armed nigga and backed up by click niggazThats trigga happy dont give a ***** bout killin niggazWe killin haters with tommy guns spillin hatersThe ghetto made us slangin is how we get our paperPull off capers an original thug taperGot riches handed over nigga before I erase yaYou want my troubles I dont believe you ready for itBut Ill bring it to you if you insist you ready for itYou want beef Im dramatized on paperYou makin me sleep cause Im bout that trigga play(chorus)B.g. bout trigga playB.g. bout gettin funky anydayB.g. bout spittin 50 out a kOn the real b.g. bout trigga play now woo theB.g. straight duckin fedsOn the real b.g. bout bustin headsOn the real b.g. killin choptersLook in the sky flyin by its hellicopters*on the real*Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other sideCant underestimate him so ima grab my shit and rideWayne drive do a pull up and ima bustWicked plus after that bussiness is a mustMy ? ? ? ? ? know him he wanna ***** so she can get itShe on the phone with him, nobody home with himGot it goin in right I know he keep his chrome with himIm squeeky yeah ima hit him in his dome niggaHis enemy aint with nobody stillin meThats why you never catch me without my tilaryI keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemerOnce the drama on I aint waitin to cap a p braSnake for jake blood for blood Im with it aint no loveAnybody slip and they get slidI ride or die I play it raw thats the way Im raisedSpray for spray nigga Im bout that trigga play(chorus)B.g. bout trigga playB.g. bout gettin funky anydayB.g. bout spittin 50 out a kOn the real b.g. bout trigga play, now woo theeB.g. straight duckin fedsOn the real b.g. bout bustin headsOn the real b.g. play with choppersLook in the sky flyin by its helicopters*on the real*Its on again I gotta grab my chrome againSome nigga trippin I gotta upset a home againIm spankin niggaz after a wait they momma be faintinIm yankin niggaz in any given situationNo mouthin off I bring the blues to the weakNigga what you wan do Ill tear down both sides of the streetsIn the u.p.t. on the up and up niggas get killedIn the u.p.t. on the up and up shit really get realYou slangin coke if anything be ready to accept itCause youll have those checks comin and b.g. will intercept itI like that I play the game raw niggaLets take it far nigga you bout that warfare niggaOn the backstreet its me in a black ram truckHead huntin woo thee tryin to jam a nigga upIm on a grind for mind to get it how you feelIma stunt nigga its all about that trigga play(chorus)B.g. bout trigga playB.g. bout gettin funky anydayB.g. bout spittin 50 out a kOn the real b.g. bout trigga play now woo theB.g. straight duckin fedsOn the real b.g. bout bustin headsOn the real b.g. towin choptersLook in the sky flyin by its hellicopters*on the real*(repeat chorus)
