paroles de chanson U Need It - BG & Big Tuck
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
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
[-
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
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
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
1 What It Do
2 Party
3 Throwed Whips
4 Ride On Our Enemies
5 Thugs
6 Respect My Mind
7 Tryna Get a Job
8 U Need It
9 F*ck It
10 M.O.E.
11 What U Think About Me
12 When I Come Down
13 Swang to the Left
14 Playa K Mix
15 Stop That Will U
16 Boyz Steady Doin It
17 24hrs In a Day
18 Best U Done Seen
19 If U Want It
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