I'm bout that trigga play nigga I aint stuntin you bout two You can get busy you know the choices is on you I come through your areas to burry you I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too The B.G. a HB off VL Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell I armed nigga and backed up by click niggaz Thats trigga happy dont give a fuck bout killin niggaz We killin haters with tommy guns spillin haters The ghetto made us slangin is how we get our paper pull off capers an original thug taper Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya You want my troubles I dont believe you ready for it But I'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it You want beef I'm dramatized on paper You makin me sleep cause I'm bout that trigga play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. killin chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters *on the real* Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side Can't underestimate him so I'ma grab my shit and ride Wayne drive do a pull up and I'ma bust Wicked plus after that bussiness is a must My ????? know him he wanna fuck so she can get it She on the phone with him, nobody home with him Got it goin in right I know he keep his chrome with him I'm squeeky yeah I'ma hit him in his dome nigga His enemy aint with nobody stillin me Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemer Once the drama on I aint waitin to cap a p bra Snake for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it aint no love Anybody slip and they get slid I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I'm raised Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that trigga play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play, now woo thee B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. play with choppers Look in the sky flyin by it's helicopters *on the real* Its on again I gotta grab my chrome again Some nigga trippin I gotta upset a home again I'm spankin niggaz after a wait they momma be faintin I'm yankin niggaz in any given situation No mouthin off I bring the blues to the weak Nigga what you wan' do I'll tear down both sides of the streets In the U.P.T. on the up and up niggas get killed In the U.P.T. on the up and up shit really get real You slangin coke if anything be ready to accept it Cause you'll have those checks comin and B.G. will intercept it I like that I play the game raw nigga Lets take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga On the backstreet its me in a black ram truck Head huntin woo thee tryin to jam a nigga up I'm on a grind for mind to get it how you feel I'ma stunt nigga its all about that trigga play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight duckin feds On the real B.G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. towin chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters *on the real* (REPEAT CHORUS)