Sangtekster:
B G Make Em Mad

's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em

Uhuh Uhuh Uh So what you sayin'? What you sayin'? Do we sound that bad? Nah, your just a little bit mad So what you sayin'? You wanna make a track? Lets make

Fact Don't Mind Asking Cooling On Em Moving On Em My Shooters On Em Show This Flow Off Like A Trophy And A New Diploma Graduation Crackers Say That I Wasn't Gon Make

with Angie Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G It's B.G

'm not sayin' this to put nobody down This is what I see at the playground, ya' know Aww yeah, another ABC smash gonna make ya mad Uh, come on, come

my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, make

give these weak dudes the blues And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused All spectators

T to the Feds gon' mess with me And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain't get me Ten

priest] First of all everybody cant mc Second of all, y'all all sound wack to me Third y'all sound like a group of wannabes Either it's tupac or another b.i.g