Niggaz Get They Wig Split - B-Legit

[Featuring C-Bo, Celly Cel] 
B-Legit: 
Bitch I got beam like Scotty 
Leave you spotty 
When I point this aim at your brain 
And leave them hollow thangs in your body 
Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi 
Gets dick hard drunk 
When I'm off that skunk punk 
And you don't wanna dance tingo tango 
I let my left right mingle mangle 
To your jaw southpaw 
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw 
About to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo 
From the Garden Blocc 
Hillside got they Glock 
Mack 10's 
Mobb shit'll neva end 
I'm tryin' to have it all 
So I ball 'till I'm gold 
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control 
C-Bo: 
I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga 
That big nigga on the block 
With Glocks, Rag Tops 
Cut thangs on them gold knocks 
Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks 
Push up in a blue Lex' 
And dump caps to your neck 
Mobb shit 
Bustaz all die 
Leather trench 
Brim and two nines 
Costume of a killa 
At your bed side holdin' on two millas 
Uggh we bust them teks close range 
Livin' estranged 
Called insane 
'Cuz when it's on it's on site no matter night or day 
And you can't fuck wit these 
Get smothered with a half a key 
Bitch 
Celly Cel: 
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like 'Fenney 
Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny 
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla 
I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla 
Nigga realla than me 
Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads 
Sl