What's That Smell

[B.G.]OhhhMan, somethin' stankOoohhYou smell that?I don't know what that isKillin' is like a hobby - somethin' that B.G. do for funIt don't help to run, I let them all out the drumWhen it come down to one-eight-seven I don't playWhen it come down to you or me, it won't be meGot quick hands, call me "Quick Draw", I'll draw firstHit ya, loosen up your head, watch your shit burstBeen about gun-play, puttin' bustas on T-shirtsCreepin' down the one-way lettin' that AK workAin't too many niggas I beef with still hereMight could count a few rollin' 'round in a wheelchairNigga know my background - so, cowards, stay your distanceKnow if you get into it with me you get splittedKnow you could cause your momma or sister to come up missin'It could be broad daylight - I'll walk up and twist 'emI don't give a motherfuck - act like ya knowIf not, then ask the police for my M.O.(Hook-4x [Turk & B.G.])[Turk] God damn!!! What's that smell?[B.G.]That's that nigga who will never get well[Turk]I'll make sure that a nigga is cooked and well-doneStand over the bitch - give it to him one by oneI gotcha down bad, I'ma leave ya, cousinNo matter what time it is, I'ma leave ya, cousinA nigga won't go in that ocean for ya, bring it onDo or die, nigga - you or me gon' be goneI ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodieTry sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodieSix under the dirtIs where you'll be fuckin' with this nigga: TurkI'll knock your head off, put your back in your chestPlay the same twitch straight to the projectsJust chill - sit back and lay lowStay on my p's and q's - keep the four-fourYou know how it go: give bitch-niggas hellAnd I'll make sure they'll never get well(Hook-4x [Turk & B.G.])[B.G.]I got bad nerves - don't make me click if I doWhat happen after I finish with you is on youI warned you - you can't never say I didn'tBrains painted on the ground when I stop spittin'"To society I'm a menace" is what the judge said to meTrippin' 'cause I keep a automatic that's fullyFinger stay on the trigger - see my enemy, I'm pullin'Bitch-nigga say he feel me, laughed at me, say I wouldn'tYou know Geezy couldn't let that slide byI do walk-up's, never drive-by'sGrab a nigga by his head, whisper to him 'fore I do him"Why," I said, "you're here, wodie?" - execute himThat there raw, huh - I know, niggaGeezy ain't no ho, niggaBeen cutthroat, been playin' the game how it go, niggaSo if you like livin', mind your own businessOr you gonna be traced in white chalk, ya here me(Hook [Turk & B.G.])[Turk] God damn!!! What's that smell?[B.G.]That's that nigga who will never get well[Turk] God damn!!! ([B.G.] They hollerin') What's that smell?[B.G.]That's that nigga who will never get well[Turk] God damn!!! ([B.G.] They hollerin') What's that smell?[B.G.]That's that nigga who will never get well[Turk] God damn!!! ([B.G.] They hollerin') What's that smell?[B.G.]That's that nigga who will never get well[B.G.]Never get wellHe'll never get well (Damn, that stank!)Never get wellWhere that shit comin' from? Man, that stank!Hell, you see, man, where that shit comin' from?That shit stankI think that's comin' from under the house over thereOh no no, that shit comin from that trunk of that car we just walked byI don't know where that shit comin' fromI know that shit stank