Gutta shit know what i'm saying
Do this for the
Beautiful new age you feel me?
This the golden age too
I'mma tell you something man
Westside shit shout out to
My eastside brothers
The wait is over
Let me tell you when I been that
I'm eating these niggas I started
Rapping with a chin strap
I'ont rap average, nigga I rap crizack
You hoes suck nizuts
My niggas love them rizacks
Get up in the bizack
I'm loaded like it's crizack
We'ont drink cristal we throw
That in the bizack
My niggas we the business
Push ups for the fitness
Never say anything and never be a witness
This shit is just a litmus
Rapping for the fitness
I don't freestyle so
Don't get on my hit-list
Unless you want to get this
'less you want to get rich
Turn a nigga blind like a
Girl with them big tit's
Rap shit easy my nigga i'm like a blue pit
Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
My nigga, whatchu wanna do?
Eating tracks for dinner
My nigga I will show you
That everything I say
Is nigga cause I own you
My nigga I will fold you
Roll you up and smoke you
This rap shit, i'm 24 that's it
Bring the beat back, Berkeley bitch
Yo, bring the motherf*cking beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back (scratch)
Bring the mother - (scratch)
Bring the motherf*cking -
(scratch) Bring the beat back
(scratch) bring the (scratch) the beat back
(scratch, scratch) bring the beat back
Bring the beat back, bring the beat
Bring the beat (scratch, scratch, scratch)
Bring the beat back
Let me holla'
Spend my money all day, and I make it back
Tell them bitches get racks you
Know i'm in the pack
I'm getting my sack licked, ya feel me?
I'mma rap nigga with a million stacks
She love me, my money double back
Drop the bitch off she never coming back
Around the corner, i'm bout that money stack
Real Berkeley boys got it up double that
Coming in like the flea market
Riding down whatchu wanna do with down market
Shouts out to Marcus
All my builders doing they
Thang' in the auction doing it to dark shit
We got to get the right way
The right way is the wrong way
But niggas know about the right way
To, get educated too
Love everybody, cause I love you lil B
Bring the beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back
(rare scratching noises)
Bring the beat back (scratch)
Bring the beat back
Lil B - Bring The Beat Back Lyrics
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Gutta shit know what i'm saying
Do this for the
Beautiful new age you feel me?
This the golden age too
I'mma tell you something man
Westside shit shout out to
My eastside brothers
The wait is over
Let me tell you when I been that
I'm eating these niggas I started
Rapping with a chin strap
I'ont rap average, nigga I rap crizack
You hoes suck nizuts
My niggas love them rizacks
Get up in the bizack
I'm loaded like it's crizack
We'ont drink cristal we throw
That in the bizack
My niggas we the business
Push ups for the fitness
Never say anything and never be a witness
This shit is just a litmus
Rapping for the fitness
I don't freestyle so
Don't get on my hit-list
Unless you want to get this
'less you want to get rich
Turn a nigga blind like a
Girl with them big tit's
Rap shit easy my nigga i'm like a blue pit
Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
My nigga, whatchu wanna do?
Eating tracks for dinner
My nigga I will show you
That everything I say
Is nigga cause I own you
My nigga I will fold you
Roll you up and smoke you
This rap shit, i'm 24 that's it
Bring the beat back, Berkeley bitch
Yo, bring the motherf*cking beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back (scratch)
Bring the mother - (scratch)
Bring the motherf*cking -
(scratch) Bring the beat back
(scratch) bring the (scratch) the beat back
(scratch, scratch) bring the beat back
Bring the beat back, bring the beat
Bring the beat (scratch, scratch, scratch)
Bring the beat back
Let me holla'
Spend my money all day, and I make it back
Tell them bitches get racks you
Know i'm in the pack
I'm getting my sack licked, ya feel me?
I'mma rap nigga with a million stacks
She love me, my money double back
Drop the bitch off she never coming back
Around the corner, i'm bout that money stack
Real Berkeley boys got it up double that
Coming in like the flea market
Riding down whatchu wanna do with down market
Shouts out to Marcus
All my builders doing they
Thang' in the auction doing it to dark shit
We got to get the right way
The right way is the wrong way
But niggas know about the right way
To, get educated too
Love everybody, cause I love you lil B
Bring the beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back
(rare scratching noises)
Bring the beat back (scratch)
Bring the beat back
Do this for the
Beautiful new age you feel me?
This the golden age too
I'mma tell you something man
Westside shit shout out to
My eastside brothers
The wait is over
Let me tell you when I been that
I'm eating these niggas I started
Rapping with a chin strap
I'ont rap average, nigga I rap crizack
You hoes suck nizuts
My niggas love them rizacks
Get up in the bizack
I'm loaded like it's crizack
We'ont drink cristal we throw
That in the bizack
My niggas we the business
Push ups for the fitness
Never say anything and never be a witness
This shit is just a litmus
Rapping for the fitness
I don't freestyle so
Don't get on my hit-list
Unless you want to get this
'less you want to get rich
Turn a nigga blind like a
Girl with them big tit's
Rap shit easy my nigga i'm like a blue pit
Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
My nigga, whatchu wanna do?
Eating tracks for dinner
My nigga I will show you
That everything I say
Is nigga cause I own you
My nigga I will fold you
Roll you up and smoke you
This rap shit, i'm 24 that's it
Bring the beat back, Berkeley bitch
Yo, bring the motherf*cking beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back (scratch)
Bring the mother - (scratch)
Bring the motherf*cking -
(scratch) Bring the beat back
(scratch) bring the (scratch) the beat back
(scratch, scratch) bring the beat back
Bring the beat back, bring the beat
Bring the beat (scratch, scratch, scratch)
Bring the beat back
Let me holla'
Spend my money all day, and I make it back
Tell them bitches get racks you
Know i'm in the pack
I'm getting my sack licked, ya feel me?
I'mma rap nigga with a million stacks
She love me, my money double back
Drop the bitch off she never coming back
Around the corner, i'm bout that money stack
Real Berkeley boys got it up double that
Coming in like the flea market
Riding down whatchu wanna do with down market
Shouts out to Marcus
All my builders doing they
Thang' in the auction doing it to dark shit
We got to get the right way
The right way is the wrong way
But niggas know about the right way
To, get educated too
Love everybody, cause I love you lil B
Bring the beat back
Bring the motherf*cking beat back
(rare scratching noises)
Bring the beat back (scratch)
Bring the beat back