The Goddess of 1967 (2000)

Actors

• Fred Brophy (actor)
• Dominic Condon (actor)
• Nicholas Hope (actor)
• Masao Ishiguro (actor)
• Rikiya Kurokawa (actor)
• Harry Lawrence (actor)
• Tim McGarry (actor)
• Jean-Pierre Mignon (actor)
• Koji Miyashita (actor)
• Sean Read (actor)
• Tim Richards (actor)
• Masato Sakai (actor)
• Bree Beadman (actress)
• Tina Bursill (actress)
• John Boxer (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama
• Romance

Don Rotten (1996)

Actors

• Aki (actor)
• Reni Hoeek (actor)
• Tuomas Ilmainen (actor)
• Tommi Kemppinen (actor)
• Antti Morrissey (actor)
• Julia Dereoil (actress)
• Heidi Forss (actress)
• Emmi Nieminen (actress)
• Aura Noos (actress)
• Helmi Sirkiä (actress)
• Helmi Sirkiä (actress)
• Helmi Sirkiä (actress)
• Hanna Suvi (actress)

Genres

The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia (1981)

Actors

• Jerry Campbell (actor)
• Royce Clark (actor)
• Barry Corbin (actor)
• Fred Covington (actor)
• Robert 'Bubba' Dean (actor)
• John Edson (actor)
• J. Don Ferguson (actor)
• Charles Franzen (actor)
• Barrie Geisinger (actor)
• Bill Gribble (actor)
• Mark Hamill (actor)
• Kirk Johnson (actor)
• Bobby Leroux (actor)
• Scott MacLellan (actor)
• Keith Allison (actor)

Genres

• Drama
• Music

Taglines:

You're never too young to learn the score.
Sex, action, humour, suspense and great songs!

Quotes:

Travis: And I asked the Lord, "Lord, why have you forsaken me?". But there was silence. So , I asked again, "Lord, WHY have you forsaken me?", and there was silence. So I asked again, "LORD, WHY have you forsaken me?"... and this great booming voice said "Geez, I don't know Travis, I guess something about you just chaps at my ass."

Melody Bartlett: I'm not your prize, Seth. It's over.

Seems Like Old Times (1980)

Actors

• Herb Armstrong (actor)
• T.K. Carter (actor)
• Chevy Chase (actor)
• Harold Gould (actor)
• Ed Griffith (actor)
• George Grizzard (actor)
• Charles Grodin (actor)
• Robert Guillaume (actor)
• David Haskell (actor)
• Jerry Houser (actor)
• Chris Lemmon (actor)
• Judd Omen (actor)
• Joseph Runningfox (actor)
• Edmund Stoiber (actor)
• Marc Alaimo (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Romance

Taglines:

alone - at last . . . [UK]

Quotes:

Glenda Gardenia Parks: I hope they shoot you! I hope they shoot you in my kitchen! And when they drag your dead body out of here, I hope they shoot you again!

Aurora De La Hoya: Just keep saying to yourself, Aurora, only 12 more years to retirement.

Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: What's that on your face?::Glenda Gardenia Parks: What's what on my face?::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: This. [Wiping car grease off her cheek]::Glenda Gardenia Parks: Oh, that. That's barbecue sauce.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: Black barbecue sauce?::Glenda Gardenia Parks: Yes. It's mexican. Very hot. Don't eat it.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: I wasn't going to.

Glenda Gardenia Parks: Chester. You just went through a stop sign.::Chester: I can't help it. I don't like to read when I drive.

Glenda Gardenia Parks: I have a headache in my entire body.

Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: Your Honor, this is the kind of testimony that looks silly on the surface.::Judge John Channing: On the surface, in the middle, and on the bottom.

Judge John Channing: Can I ask you something, Mr. Gardenia?::Nick Gardenia: If I can be of any help in this matter, Judge, it's my pleasure.::Judge John Channing: Were you apprehended or did you surrender?::Nick Gardenia: I surrendered.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: He was apprehended.::Glenda Gardenia Parks: He was apprehended after he surrendered.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: He didn't surrender to me, therefore he was apprehended.::Glenda Gardenia Parks: He was going to surrender after dinner. I told him to wait in the kitchen.::Judge John Channing: [Drops pencil in disgust] And did you stay in the kitchen?::Nick Gardenia: No, I had to serve dinner.::Judge John Channing: You were serving dinner to the district attorney and his wife?::Nick Gardenia: Uh-huh... and the Governor.::Judge John Channing: The Governor? OUR Governor?::Nick Gardenia: I didn't ask him. He *looked* like our governor.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: Your Honor, if we're going to get into such trivialities like our guest list, we might as well discuss what was served.::Nick Gardenia: Chicken pepperoni, your Honor. The Governor seemed to like it if it has any bearing on the case.::Judge John Channing: Hold it hold it... would you just hold it? Are you trying to tell me that while every policeman in the state was looking for you, YOU were serving dinner to the district attorney, his wife and our governor? [Chuckles in disbelief] How is that possible?::Nick Gardenia: Well... you have to prepare everything in advance.

Fred: What should I do Ira?::Stanley: What should he do about what.::Glenda Gardenia Parks: The chicken, Fred is a vegetarian and doesn't know if he should eat it.::Dist. Atty. Ira J. Parks: Eat the chicken Fred.

Aurora De La Hoya: Mrs. Parks.::Glenda Gardenia Parks: WHAT!::Aurora De La Hoya: Don't snap at me.::Glenda Gardenia Parks: I'm sorry, I have a headache through my entire body.

B.G. Ramone: Know you remember where this gun is.::Nick Gardenia: Right side middle of the ribs::Gas station attendant #1: What will it be boys::B.G. Ramone: Fill it up::Nick Gardenia: Fill it up::Gas station attendant #1: Regular or Premium?::Nick Gardenia: Regular::B.G. Ramone: Premium!::Nick Gardenia: Premium will be fine::Gas station attendant #1: Do you want me to check the hood::Nick Gardenia: Yea::B.G. Ramone: No::Nick Gardenia: No its already been checked. Thanks.

B.G. Filmography

• Video Girl
  2011, role: actor , character name: Himself
• 4th Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors
  2007, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Mobb Deep: Life of the Infamous... The Videos
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Pimpalation: Return of the Trill
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Hardware: Uncensored Music Videos - Hip Hop Volume 1
  2003, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Baller Blockin'
  2000, role: actor , character name: Chopper
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards
  1999, role: actor , character name: Himself

B.G. Filmography

• In the Best Interests of the Children
  1977, role: actress , character name: Herself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hot Boys 226 - B.G
• Get Your Shine On - B.G
• Cash Money Niggaz - B.G
• Made Man - B.G
• What Ya Wanna Do? - B.G
• Dog Ass - B.G
• Play'n it Raw - B.G
• Ride Or Die - B.G
• Cash Money Roll - B.G
• Cash Money is an Army - B.G
• Hennessy & XTC - B.G
• With Tha B.G. - B.G
• 'N' My city - B.G
• Uptown My Home - B.G
• Livin' Legend - B.G
• Fuck These Hoez - B.G
• Round My Way - B.G
• Ride 2 Night - B.G
• Retaliation - B.G
• Plan Went Sour - B.G
• Clean Up Man - B.G
• Let's Get Funky - B.G
• I'm Tryin - B.G
• Thug'n - B.G
• Knock Out - B.G
• Bling Bling - B.G
• Doing Bad - B.G
• Uptown Thang (Wait'n on Your Picture) - B.G
• Bat a Bitch - B.G
• All On U - B.G
• You Know How We Do - B.G
• Wheel Chairs - B.G
• What's That Smell? - B.G
• So Much Death - B.G
• Represent - B.G
• Niggas In Trouble - B.G
• Niggas Don't Understand - B.G
• Bounce With Me - B.G
• Jungle - B.G
• Change the World - B.G
• This Nigga Die - B.G
• Run With My Chopper - B.G
• Problems - B.G
• He Used 2 Be a Man - B.G
• Ah Ha - B.G
• Get on My Feet - B.G
• True Story - B.G
• Fuck Big Boy - B.G
• Uptown Thang (Remix Hot) - B.G
• Trigga Play - B.G
• To My People - B.G
• Thugged Out - B.G
• Silent B.G. - B.G
• Rollin' Raw - B.G
• Real Niggaz - B.G
• Play'n and Laugh'n - B.G
• Order 20 Keys - B.G
• I Be Thinking - B.G
• Hard Times - B.G
• Gun Slinger - B.G
• Gangsta Shit - B.G
• 'U' All 'N' - B.G
• Knock Out (feat. Turk And Juvenile) - B.G
• Get Your Shine On (remix) - B.G
• Get Ya Game Up - B.G
• Ya Heard Me - B.G
• Let It Flow - B.G
• Work Dat Ass - B.G
• With Tha B.g. (feat. Big Tymers) - B.G
• Trill - B.G
• That's How We Get Down - B.G
• Stay 'N' Line Hoe - B.G
• Freestyle - B.G
• U See Why - B.G
• The Colour Of My Dream - B.G
• Soulja's 4 Lyfe (skit) Feat. Dee Money - B.G
• Reed Richards - B.G
• Press One - B.G
• Play'n It Raw (feat. Hot Boys) - B.G
• Same Ol' Shit - B.G
• Rollin' In My Cadillac - B.G
• R.I.P. - B.G
• My Son And Daughter - B.G
• Maldita Noche - B.G
• On Da Block (skit Feat Dee Money) - B.G
• My Bitches - B.G
• Mr. Fantastic - B.G
• My Hood - B.G
• Move Around - B.G
• Llega La Noche - B.G
• Just Like That - B.G
• Intro "Big Tymers" - B.G
• Keep It 100 - B.G
• Intro - B.G
• I Know - B.G
• Hustle - B.G
• Heart Of Tha Streetz - B.G
• Clean Up Man Remix Feat Hakizzle & Dee Money - B.G
• Hatin' On Me - B.G
• guapas - B.G

[B.G.]
Nigga you peepin, 'cause I'm peepin for niggas creepin
I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange
Ya fuckin brain
Carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin head bust
Wuz up, I freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin
Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles paper chasin
I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play
I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say
Like K.C., I don't play
Spin a nigga bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the K
Leave ya set a straight disaster
Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty
No clues, I can't be caught
I can't be found, it's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do
I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest
'Cause the best that he dressed
Couldn't fuck with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black Connection 226 start static
Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriage
I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch
And when I catch, I auto matic wet ya bitch
[Bullet]
It's that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the bitch fader
Bullets graze ya, nigga I tried to erase ya
Pick the casket, dump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown
UPTOWN!!!
That is my destination
And murderin motherfuckers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that wild TC
Good bye, better yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo bitch ass, then I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask
226 tattoed on my over my heart
This here mark means that I was down from the start
Releasin them cop killers and body peelers
I got ya, you bitch
Now it's time for me to drop ya
[Lil' Wayne]
Head shots stop, complete
50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the Hot Boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, 'bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin, slugs can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin this
'Bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center
[Juvenile]
Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G's, gimme the weed, gimme the mack-10
Let me see what's happenin, to me these niggas lackin
Some tellin me felonies was commited, some was acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college
You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up
I wish you niggas wit me, I would be sewin shit up
Look, hide out in the cut
Peep out Shot, Corey and Buck
In an Expedition truck
And brain fucked up from that dust
Nigga, who trippin?
I aint trippin, you trippin
When I slap that clip in
You shittin like stool pigeons
That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas
That's my yayyo, that's my scale
That's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, this my rocks
This my shop, this my Glock
This my connection with the mob
That's my partna black Saab
This my people, that's my people
That's hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal
That's my credit card from Segal's
This my cigar, this my weed
This my Newport, this my reefer
That's my old Alma Mater
That's my uncle drinkin that bottle
[Tec-9]
Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the fuck is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around that bend, I'm 'bout that drama
With the dirty 30, nose dirty
And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin
I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed
And now another that done came up, fuck
I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit
You up in ???, I got ya, I hurt ya
Now I'm up in ya rest area, finish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers
Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devour
And motherfuck anybody tryin to get yo back

[BG]
Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now,
Get'cha shine on Baby
This how we do it, it's all gravy
We layin' it down
That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it,
That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it,
We gone lay it down
[First Verse - BG]
Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin
Niggas on seventeen stuntin', the second line's comin'
The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out
We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out
For sixteen, I'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy
I play a different car everyday, ya Daddy in the caddy
The fuckin' feds snatched me,
Picture they thought they had me
The B.G. shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me
But they let me go, cause we way ahead and smarter
Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water
Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday
Ride the Benz Wednesday
Under the seat is the uzi
Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday,
50 shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me
Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes,
All week I gotta get my shine on
[Chorus - B.G.]
Get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long, I'ma get mine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long Baby get his shine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes
[Second Verse - Baby]
Now all these cars, and all these broads
Nigga, I'm bout to get my shine on
Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tab
Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh
I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch,
And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick
Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie
Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul
Plug hoes
And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold
I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece
And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets
Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5
If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly
B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five
Now me Baby, big body Benz
Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend
Now I could change a car for everyday of the week
And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat
Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son
So when he grow up he can have a lil fun
I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L.
I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L.
Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter
Ten Gs a show,
On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga
[Chorus]
[Third Verse - Mannie Fresh]
Can you fuck more bitches
Than the sea got fishes?
Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches?
I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand
Nigga's gone shine, what you see is mine
Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine
Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber,
Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters
I know you bitches can't stand me
Lexus wit da candy
Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy
Now that's a good call
Papa cleaner than ya ever saw
929 wit the mirror bro
Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up
To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up
Ball 'til I fall, that's the job nigga
Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure
[Chorus]
[Fourth Verse - BG]
I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on
Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on
But fuck that, I'ma get mine on,
Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on
I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on
It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome Holmes,
B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
So I could get my roll on
I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on
They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it
I cash it, I spend it
It's all good, we ride fly
Benz, Lex, Expedition
No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes
Payin all my college hoes tuition
If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin
Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that
Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that

Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G.
I run wit' all real niggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga
Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin' K's like it ain't nothin'
Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin'
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin' over
Knockin' heads off shoulders
Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder
With the trigger I'll run all over ya'
Niggas talkin' yat and stuff
Wan' be rough, but I'ma see if you can back it up
Wan' be tough
Let's take to a triller level
Let's get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin'
I'ma dust ya'
Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga
(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
It's like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
'For you get bust on....skip
Verse 2: (Turk)
I'm tryin' to be cool in this game
This shits nothin' nice
Play wit' niggas 'dese days
They'll leave yo' body cold as ice
But I say fuck 'em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is fuck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin' skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that's a fact
Leavin' niggas on they back
Bitches play goin' get smacked
Espicially if I don't disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I'ma have to show 'ya
That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia)
I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down
Actin' wild, three young niggers
Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger
Baby:That's the return of the trill as niggers
Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin' uptown you got's to flight
Get down and take it like
High School ?????
And I'll be finish over night
28 grams and it's on
The make me four g's strong
Young ballers stay shop
???? and ???
Hoes on my bones
I bust a nut and I quit
Lil' ?? be my click
Back to this gangsta shit
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where I lay my head at
Small baller beleive that
That's why I get paid at
Off some silver ??
Dressed in black
Wit' two gats a glock and mac
You got's to play it like that
??? ?? and 'dem sacs
Snatchin' grounds or get jacked
Now grab that thing and bust back
I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P.
Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B.
?? broke out a house ???????
??? ????? s-t tryna' get my nose dirty
(Chorus)2x

[Talking]
Verse:1 B.G.
I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh)
On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep)
Six years strong in this game
Been doing my thang (respect)
Eighteen
Livin' a millionaire dream (dream)
All my niggas worth ten Gs (off top)
Twenty on my rolex five on my pinky ring
In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary (fa sho)
I was packin' 22s back in elementary (i saved ya)
I done been through it all
A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall (off top)
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war (huh bruh)
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car (car)
Before the school bell ring I was smokin' a gar (gar)
Runnin' to my mama residence off the set (set)
Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that I regret (no mo)
But I done shaked that life cuz B.G. got plans (off top)
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man
(Chorus) 4x
I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga
Verse:2 Baby
Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog (what)
Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog (say dat)
But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls (fuck dem)
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy (alright)
Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog (actin')
Tru to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall (livin')
Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet
Muthafuckas creep
Nigga want war lets take it to the street
Me and my lil b.g. tag teamin' in 93
I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps (fuckin' right)
Nigga disrespect lets put the nigga to sleep (put'em ta sleep)
I'm discreet about the things that I do on the streets
Them niggas be sayin' baby put that fuckin' boy to sleep (baby done that?)
Them niggas be sayin' baby put that change on his feet (baby done that?)
I got these niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?)
I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook)
Lockin' down the whole project
For self-respect (lock it down)
And them police be sayin I know he on paper he got a tech (aint that cold)
Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man
Fuck with my lil B.G.s and nigga you a dead man
Helicopters and choppers is what I save man
I'm a paid man
'Til I'm a dead man
Nigga I'm a muthafuckin' made man
I'm mutha made man
(Chorus) 4x
Verse:3 B.G.
I'm on a level where I ride on dubbs now (on dubbs)
I'm on a level old timers give me love now (love)
I walk the street nigga respect the B.G. (fa shizzi)
Because I made it I'm a major part of CMB (off top)
Baby gave me the game at a young age
Handle yo businees bust a head if you feel played (fa shizzi)
And best believe I done took some niggas off the shelf
God forgive me I got a graveyard under my belt (forgive me lawd)
I done walked in the killer shoes
The drug dealer shoes
Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues
I been in the game for awhile I done graduated
I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded
You don't know what I done been through
To get to (not at all)
Where I'm at now cross me I'll flip you (fa sho)
I'm doin' hella good but I done done bad (millionaire dream)
I'm glad to say that i'm a made man (off top nigga)
(Chorus) 4x
[Talking] B.G.
My nigga Juve a muthafuckin made man nigga
My nigga Fresh a muthafuckin made man nigga
I know Baby a muthfuckin made man nigga
Suga slim a muthafuckin made man nigga

(Intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?
(no indeed no indeed)
Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it
(yes indeed yes indeed)
Check it out..
(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa
If I don't know ya don't trust ya
If I don't trust ya then fuck ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and money that's all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another like me
You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier
Gats I load, slip you don't value what's on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time
Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do
Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it
Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga
(Chorus)x2
What cha wan do nigga
How ya wan do it
When ya wan do it we could get straight to it
You could take it how ya wanna
Bring it how ya feel
Accept it in blood 'cause
Ya get it how ya live nigga
(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef
Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin
Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must
Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man
Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
Got a AR... 15 I mean
D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?
It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit
Bust open the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you can't quit
I'm rushin with a monster blitz
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga it's time to hanlde up
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King
All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
Don't mean nothin to the B.G
I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz
Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
Fade lil doogie slip nigga I'll down you
Me and my rounds come through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin
Scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
Puttin change on niggaz brains behind me

boy look at you wit yo big fine ass. what you need to do is let a nigga get behind that i'ma find that spot fa make grip once it get wet enough fa me i'ma let rip

[Talking] B.G.
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw
Verse:1 Lil' Turk
Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O.
Some people live some people get smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit even little kids
Niggas be lookin' like they at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin' they just do they thang
Bullets be coastin' like birds in a flock
Hit yo block
With camouflage nigga gone get got
A hundred shots flippin' you can get away
Gettin' chopped losin' they life by the A.K.
Everyday niggas at war niggas dyin'
Thats yo ass if you don't have it on yo waste line
Kickin' N.O.playin' by no rules realah
Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you realah
Verse:2 Juvenile
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
Only my dead niggas could of live to see this
I appreciate what the lord gave to me
But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me
What is it is it the car is it the jewels
Is it the shoes
Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do
I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me
Or nab me
Thats why when I ride on my lap be
The strap piece
Don't try ta jam one tha oneway dawg
Look cuz you aint gettin' away without no gunplay fall
You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close
In a morge with a tag on yo toe
Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go
I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo
I follow my first rhyme cuz at no second chance of life
Either niggas out cha bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit I aint for it so get cha business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
Verse:3 Lil' Wayne
What yall don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt and lets go (what)
What yall niggas thank Wayne aint bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside ya complex duckin' waitin' ta blast
I'll kick yo ass if too many questions
And I'll catch a nigga cut with two S.Ks.
Yall fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot head busts leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis
Buck, boys better lay it down when i'm spittin'
Put it like this in the primetime of the night you can try ta come in
But cha can't go and split it ha ha (laughing) get it
Better watch and ya mentionin' fluid ya mouth
Better rearrange ya system
Yall niggas want beef look and what
Me and Lil' Tolie in tha fire lettin' tha cash buck
So what ya scared now ha punk leave tha street
Beat cha meat
Do sumin get from 'round me
Lil shy you really thank its a game bruh
Let me show ya when them hotboys play tha game raw (what)
Verse:4 B.G.
Ya got some keys I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya
Stay low
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho
I gets low down and dirty for my cheese
Ya know B.G. roll with 'bout it H.Bs.
We strapped
Get flipped up around and get kidnapped
Where its at
Don't bring me to a bukah you'll get capped
Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn
I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn
Fuck a bitch
My money is way more important I'm behind tha tints
On a mission tryin' ta get it
And I won't stop 'til I got it all in one pile
The got a hit over a nigga head for fifteen thou
I'm goin' out
To tha house
Where he lay at
I'm goin' prawl around the club where he play at
I'm a get with him
Split him
Put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw nigga
(Chorus) Lil' Wayne
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Ya slip up when ya thank its a game
Cuz them
Cuz them Hot Boy$ nigga
They they play tha game raw nigga
What what
Huh huh
What
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boys play tha game raw nigga
Don't slip up play tha game raw nigga
Get flipped up play tha game raw nigga
Set split up play tha game raw nigga
What Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
What
What
Ha what
What what
What what
Talking:
Thats how it is uh huh
Its real what
Play tha game raw nigga

[B.G.]
Uptown is my home, that's where I do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt
It's me or you on that shirt
Cant let no nigga fix me
Cant let no nigga get me
I'ma draw and hit first, I can't let no nigga split me
Had my momma upset
Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start
Ready to unload at war
No witnesses
You can't get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin
Keep it shut or you dead
If you can't hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head
That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit you rown life
It aint right, disrespect you die on site
That aint no might, that's a fact
You can believe that
Instead disrespect, i promise to be back
And clear the corner, you can't run, don't try
I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch
[Lil Wayne]
Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin
And fake buster harassin
Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot
And chop up yo block
Lock all doors and keep windows closed
Cause we done rolled before
So stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black camaro
Sittin on mo's
And we rolls tokin on fat optimos
You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and can't get off
Lets all get a stolen car
And roll through they ward
When it's dark
We spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war
Got in a big brawl
Thought hard but you wrong
So you still get scarred
Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas
Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud
Puddles of blood flood
You can't swim so you done
Niggas start to look
And see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high
Some hot on one foot
Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock
When I hit they block
(Chorus)
So ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped ho
B.G., split or get split
Play the game how it go(4x)
[Juvenile]
Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why don't you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case
I'm a straight head bust ya
Seperate and destruct ya
Don't wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few
What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click
All that frownin and reppin shit
Gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, I be drivin niggas wit cleverness
Momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich
Pops used to say boy don't let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin yo teeth you don't speak
Stay on your side of the street, you can't be mobb'n with me
I can't have no bitches followin me
Gotta Mac-10 and you aint even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that
(Hook)
That's why I stay in all black
Get the Mac and go back
You done fucked wit C-M-R-ah
They'll be no tommorrow(2x)
(Chorus)
[B.G.]
Get you a chopper and tote it
Don't just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it
Better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true
Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, that's it
You might be thinkin like me, I think forgive and don't forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve
Ridin four deep wit artillary
Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve
It's an unsolved mystery
I'm a fly til I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery
Bein real to CMB, it's a part of me
Cross me I charge you wit some flamin hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest
Brain waves you dazed up
You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first

(Baby of BigTymer$)
Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics
Verse 1:
I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it
Lexus's, Benz's, & Truck MotorBikes you name it
Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on
Right here got the nine & in my left the PrimeCo Phone
Rap dues I done paid it
I'm on a level that these niggaz Can't fade it
Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it
Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beat$
He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
Million dollar contract a 150 pages, Not minimum
We makin maximum wages
Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it
We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong
Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome
We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall
But that hurt cause Cash Money go still ball
Until We Fall
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(Repeat twice)
Verse 2:
I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears
The dress code: t-shirts, Ree's (Reebok Soldiers) & Bauds (Girbauds)
It's 98, my money stack it don’t fold
I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions
Hide your bitch cause I will have in my possession
I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot
You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block
I don't talk shit if I ain't able to prove it
My wrist all bitch, Especially in the dark bitch
I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog
And play'n with a little change nigga, fog
Fuck with me I put a little over your brain
But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga
Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller
Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller
Chorus: x3
Verse 3:
Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby
It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga
You know I got a lil HotGirl to be
That's my world dawg she lookin just like me
I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats
I got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up
I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up
I need 10 G's a show for me to show up
And six weeks for me and my click to post up
We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding
Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming
Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin
Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(Repeat three)
I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control!

Shit's just to real, respect my mind
I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this
Verse 1:
Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat
My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot!
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet
I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3
I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to home Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga
Don't playa hate me nigga cause I'll leave your shit stale
Light You're A$$ up Real Good You'll Never Get Well.
Chorus:
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga (Repeat x1)
Verse 2:
I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw, and do my thing, Nigga Fuck The World!
Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides
I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know I'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed
I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill
Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil
It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up
The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a
Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill
Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real B.G.
Bout trigga play, trigga play
Chorus x2:
My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans)
If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th
Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T.
A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P
A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing I been keepin it real,
you lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal
I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg,
my rolex still winding like you left it fog
Me and my click still boss,
still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show
Room floor! Our Dawg Valle just touch down,
we just maintaining, represent draining,
Gone to Hotels Training, Training,
Fucking these hoes all day & all night!
Chorus x2:
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga

[Mannie]
"...sexual relations with that woman."
("Pour some of that.")
[Mannie]
Oh, oh, ohh, ohhh, whooo!
(Hook [Mannie])
I've been poppin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
I've been takin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
[Mannie]
I'm in the club seein' all kind of colors and shit
On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit
And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch
And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn HaVe ThAt TrIcK."
Hallucinatin', trippin' - freakin' out
Passin' out on the floor and I'm speakin' out
Who the motherfuck took my motherfuckin' lighter?
And look at that bitch over there - don't she look like a spider?
I guess a playa like me better sit down beside her
I know what you did last summer, bitch - slut - liar
(I sEe DeAd PeOpLe!)
[Mannie]
"Bartender, give me a Big Mac combo and a Jeri Curl kit."
You're a real party animal like that cat Rick James." >
[Mannie]
"Well, give me a Hennessy and one of them pills.
And point me to the strippers buck naked in high-heels."
What? What?
(EcStAsY!)
(Hook [Mannie])
I've been poppin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
I've been takin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
WE LOVE IT!!
[Baby]
I'm in the club sayin', "Who's that bitch…
Runnin' 'round the club, wanna suck my dick?"
Look like a nigga in here cookin' a brick
I must've been drinkin' too much of this shit
These hoes lookin' better than Lorenzo kits
It's hot as a motherfucker in this bitch
I'm 'bout to take my shirt off and drive a bitch
I bought the bar when I walked in this bitch
I should've put my car in front of this bitch
I still got that four-four in this bitch
Hennessy, X, Mo', Dos', and a trick
Rusty and Juvy, y'all can have that shit
The bitch couldn't dance right front of the clique
Now the ho sayin' we owe a hundred and six
I'll give this ho a stack if she suck my dick
Man, pull the car around and let me get out this bitch
("Help! H-Help! Help!")
(EcStAsY!)
(Hook-2x [Mannie])
I've been takin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
(BEOTCH!!!)
[B.G.]
I'm in the club - full of that Cris', I'm done
Just popped a pill, now I'm ready to fuck
I'm staggerin' through this motherfucker - I've had enough
I'm askin' every ho I pass, "Bitch, what's up?"
Somebody gon' leave with me and break bread
I'm so high right now I'll pay for some head
I spot one of my old freaks from uptown
Bingo - I know for sure it's goin' down
I still got a half a pill I let her pop
We blazed - by the time we hit the 'tel she hot
Ready to drop her drawers, ready to be freaked
Ready to suck on them balls, ready to chew that meat
On the slick, she scarin' me to somethin' I never seen
She wildin', clean the fuck out actin' like a beast
I wish I would've been knew 'cause how they act off Hennessy
I would've been feedin' all my hoes the XTC (EcStAsY!)
Uh-huh
I've been doin' this
(Hook-2x [Mannie])
I've been poppin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
I've been takin' XTC
Drinkin' Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?
[Mannie (talking)]
( IIIIIIII've been takin' ec-sta-cyyyy)
See, he like you for all the wrong reasons, ya know wh'I'm sayin'
(Ecstacy)
You know, I don't like you for that
I'm kinda (???) (Trippin')
Do you take that (??)
Take your clothes off

B.G. [Talking]
Don't fuck with me
Tellin' ya
Verse One: B.G.
Nigga better tighten up
Before my clique start lighten up
Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust
My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron
I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me
I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me
Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
Put a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH
Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH
If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck
They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus
Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street
Everyday of the week fuckin' with the B.G.
(Chorus) B.G. 4x
Fuckin' with tha B.G.
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
Verse Two: B.G.
I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat
Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet
I gotta protect me
I can't let cha doom check me
I stays on my Ps
I can't see wettin' the B.G.
Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga
Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga
I keep it real forever treal nigga
Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga
Gotta get my shine on
I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on
I gotta ride on crome
I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
Ca$h Money off the hezzay
Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay
It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? gangsta
He keep the fire ass trick nack
Then you know bout the H.Beezay
Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you niggas can see me
Before you step to me thank nigga
I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga
(Chorus) 4x
Verse Three: Baby
Nigga I'm a veteran at this shit
Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit
Niggas gettin' crossed up
Tossed up
From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up
From millionaires plus
Diamonds bezzel crush
My lil B.G. plush
From his rolex to his Lexus truck
But we'll never get enough
Got this rap game fucked up
And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
Off tha heezy
With this motherfuckin chessezy
My lil B.Geezy
Know if a nigga get outta line he gotta come see me
But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy
So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy
And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
And send the video tape back to B.Geezy
And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy
Fuckin' with my B.Geezy
I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me
Verse Four: Manny Fresh
Check it out baby boy while I run this shit
The life you talkin' bout man I done done this shit
Rough rugged
Muthafuck it
If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it
Ready like the Marines
Nigga with infared beams
I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams
Mr. Betty Crocker
Does it even cock up
Nigga knocka
Juice and vodka
Represent a stocka
If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby

[Intro]
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin nigga if you got five figgas
[Verse 1]
I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ??? murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga
I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas
Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin
Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin
I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya
Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs
I'm the definition of a thug
My whole click sellin drugs
Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB
We risin, drivin Lexus and big body
Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales
But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell
F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth
Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you
Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's
This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and what I see, it's amazin
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin
Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip
But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it
[Chorus]
In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x)
[Verse 2]
Nigga don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick
And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me
I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key
We got coke floatin through that U.P.T.
Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don't let the age fool ya
Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for manslaughter
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off
Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off
Load it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck
I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin
I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action
Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig
Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit
What's the reason, bein on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer
Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow
Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished
Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis
Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin
Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown
Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em
I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em
Take notes, bitches always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke
I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke
I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga
Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga
[Chorus]
[Talking: B.G.]
I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket
On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten
EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the Hummer

(B.G.)
It's still an uptown thing nigga
B.G. representin' to the fullest
It's still an uptown thing nigga
Check it out
Verse 1: (B.G.)
I reside in the same place, nigga UPT
Represent the same war, VL 13
Still carry mine tighter, niggas real B.G.
Still tote my chopper, and my 2-23
Now Cash Money is my home, til I'm dead and gone
Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong
Imma stand my ground, be all I can be
And shoot down everybody player hatin' me
I den been alot of places, I strapped around
But I never found a town like Uptown
Out, lounge all day, smoke weed by the pound
I cruise all day through the project bumpin' my sound
All these stunners hit it 6 under the ground
You were on the front row wearing that black gown
These rookies reppin' I done saw more, what ya'll den seen
Don't let me catch ya down bad, from the 3 to the 13
Chorus: (B.G.)
Uptowns my home, that's where I do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Watch that infra red on Sunday it's going down
Look, I never found a town like Uptown
Uptowns my home, that's where I do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Watch that infra red on Sunday it's going down
Look, I never found a town like uptown
Verse 2: (B.G.)
I represent off top, Uptowns the shit
B.G. rap hustling, nigga tryin' to get rich
Cash Money Records model, don't trust no bitch
Cause if she know when she got ya, jackers coming you all in
13-VL, the Hot Boys for sure
You get your wig split quick from the magnumcalio
Saint T got my tweeked out, but they got tortured
As I said it had me zzzed out, nigga zzzed out
For shit that Imma pull nigga
You fuck with me your swimming in a blood pool nigga
My AK-47, my main tool nigga
Spin off in the F150 with loud boom nigga
You want beef it's all on you nigga
I'm all ears, tell me what cha wanna do nigga
And we can get straight to it, don't move, I've got the red beem on ya
Bring how you feel, buster take it how you wanna
Chorus: (B.G.)
Repeat
Verse 3: (B.G.)
Second line Sunday Uptown thats the day bout stuntin'
Niggas in big bodies on chrome, got the trunk straight rumpin
You see them motorbike boys, niggas in z's
You see big trucks on 19's, shit with TV's
Nigga's who beefing dressed in black, I catch them off their P's
They play the game, very dirty in the UPT
Is iron slangin' all day is you ready for that
Nigga 9's ringing all day is you ready to bust back
If your not I think you're on the wrong side of the bridge
Niggas that south side the click, wootay guard your wig
In a second it could get split, I spin the Benz and the Rover
Ah, my chopper try to knock ya, yeah it should clean off your shoulder
You was a soilder, Imma tell ya, niggas stand your ground
Cause if you not paying attention, you 6 under the ground
13-VL is where I be, if I need to be found
You niggas streak and let of heat is how we do it Uptown
Chorus: (B.G.)
Repeat
(B.G.)
As I proceed to hit the motherfucking weed
I represent to the fullest, nigga the UPT
As I proceed to hit the motherfucking weed
I respresnt to the fullest, nigga the UPT
B.G., the UPT, 13-VL, Cash Money big balling
Shot calling, nigga back against the walling

I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool
Do what I gotta do
But playa haters all over
So I roll with my crew
I'm tryin' stay over
And just stay my ass in school
Ain't many choices to choose
And this rap game I can't refuse
I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose
My pistol my only friend
Cause busters try to bring the blues
Leavin brains with no clues
Spin the ben in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence
Heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the B.G.
Now tell me Alton
Ain't that cold
What can I do
Now what can I do to get out the game
What can I do
Now what can I do to make change
Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I'm tryin'
-Chorus- (Juvenile)
I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
Lord please let me go where I needs to be
Ball 'till I fall it's a poor family
Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me
Verse Two: B.G.
I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
Sell cd's and tapes
I don't want to be jail bait
Niggas want to kill me
And increase the hell rate
They almost got me
But I slip the spot it was too late
I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
Settle down wit' a silent hoe
And drop a tight seed
So I can raise another uptown B.G.
Just like me
I'ma give 'em but I wish had a dad
He goin' be smart and bad nigga
Throwin' up a solga rag
This world is kurupted
The police is crooked
My boy was runnin with a ??? gun
His young life they took it
This ??? is rotten
Everyday it get's colder
They throwin' away the key
Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
My round slangin' that yola
With they hand on that iron
To keep my mind right
Beleive nigga I'm tryin'
-Chorus-
Verse Three: Lil' Wayne
I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen
Choppin iron at fourteen'
Nigga that tells my only way
(B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen)
A lil' bity something
Whuckin, representin' partners
Ain't to good in my neighborhood
Uptowns my partner
I ain't lie i'm tryin
To go the right way
But the night flight way
Just ain't the right way
I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill
Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
Can't even see me I'm so lil'
And you expect me to give this
Just to switch to positive
As hard as I'm tryin' do it I just can't make a shape
School I'm tryin' go through it but I just can't make a shape
Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
Do good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'
I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me
Will I remain a B.G.
Or a A student
We'll see

[Mannie]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Run it like this
[Verse One]
I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick
I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo
Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you
Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready
The jelly heavy, greasy
Cause when it's tight it tease me
Cause I nut easy, bitch please me and suck
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin nut
Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
Bitch ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me
My old ho, I had to ex the bitch, she got grazed
When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
I aint no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin
Gots too much game to be slippin
No trickin, just dickin, pussy, I gots to have it
But before I get money, I supply my fuckin habit
B.G. jockin? Never, bitch you cant handle
Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke
That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced
I knock the pussy out, then I shoot straight for the mouth
It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga?
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin nigga
[Chorus]2x
I don't give a fuck about a ho, cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho
[Verse Two]
Nigga kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I fucked
She tryin to duck
But I fucked and nigga what
You trippin on my set and you disrespectin
Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and
You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet and
Knock yo shit loose in a second
Pussy protectin, I fuck baby mamas in this section
Concert reckin, Bill Board chartin wit Black Connection
In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in
Them niggas from China bringin it in on a boat and
I snort that dopeman, but I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that
I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat
Knock yo crew flat off the top, I get high and shoot back
Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why I do that
Tryin to get my loot fat, then I take it to the street
Interrupt my paper chasin then I'll take ya to the street
Ain't no fakin, nigga I'm erasin playa hatin
Rapin ya for ya life
Tryin to earn OG stripes
You hoes know you be feelin me
Trill nigga, real as can be
Yo ??? get spilled nigga
Cash Money Records representin to tha finish
Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and
No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullshittin
Respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin
I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin
Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and
I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and nigga try me
Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that's a hobby
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I ain't lovin no mans daughter, I fuck a ho and ride
I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps
I fuck white, black, Hispanic and japs
My dick is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on
Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home
BG and L.T. be teamin up and trainin
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed, and drainin
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right bitch
Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, nigga off in ya shit
That's how real niggaz play it
All these rookies can't take it
Ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
Hardest Hot comin, ho I represent the real
Bat a bitch up, Smack a bitch up
Get buck, try to rush me, I'll back a bitch up
Serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down
V.L. locked up, he'll touch down
My motherfuckin round
Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be
A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G.
Head bussin niggas, examples we settin
All these fake niggas threatin
Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em
But I'm checkin 'em
[Spoken: B.G.]
Fuck these bitches
Dick suckin hoes
These hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth
Off Top...
These bow-lows, ho
Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth
[Mannie]
What, What
What, What
What, What
Yeah
[the B.G.]
Some of these niggas is bitches too
[Mannie]
Don't love ya
Don't need ya
So why the fuck would I feed ya?
[the B.G.]
What's up?
My nigga K.C. got 10 year for doggin these hoes
76, William B. in this motherfucker
[Mannie]
Bet it, man

[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you can't even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you can't even duck
Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
You heard that I'll drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down
Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down
Uptown in '97, it's the place to be
They packin M-11's nigga and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be goin down around my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo mind
Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin
I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G
And when it come, proper
I'm louder, popper
Around my way
[Juvenile]
Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
[B.G.]
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin
Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
See my hood straight thugged out
You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out
Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill
You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill
You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers
Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin
If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K
If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way
[Juvenile]
Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
[B.G.]
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies
Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you ball then you hated on
If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on
Caveman, dats my nigga bitch
Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas
I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin house
He didn't diserve it
Joe Casey is an old G
I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down
Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He down wit me
My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive
But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy
Nigga gon' bring noise like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer
Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray
If not...
You gon' get bucked down nigga, around my way
[B.G.]
Aww, man

Verse One: Lil' Wayne
Head buster off top
Grab the chopper and chop
At the top is my spot
And nigger it's flip or get flopped
Let it drip or get dropped
I represent uptown
I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns
I from the place of places
I be the ace of aces
You can't beat the B.G.
I went the race of races
Solga box I lace it
Yo' spots in the world i takes it
Bulldog barrel I shakes it
Cashmoney boy paper chaser
Evil look in my eyes
Close shirts you die
Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die
I make all rules in the game
I break all rims to blame
I swang benz with that thang
Ready to let my nuts hang
Nigga duck or ya' stuck
When the choppers releasin
Lettin' out them optimo demons screamin' red demon
From the uptown region and I'm here to represent it
Benz I'm spittin all black with a camafaluge ??
Seven gold darts street smart smarter than Eurkel
Let's go fist to fist knuckles turn purple when I work you
I ride a night rounds be tight
I'll be light hotter than a candle, handle
Look, so shine the light
I just might catch you set so (Watch Out)
You topped get chopped ya get wet so watch out
Um, me and you two for two what you gon' do
You flex with two-two
Watch a soldier shoot how you do
(Chourus)1x
Niggas goin' die tonight
Heads goin' fly tonight
When we ride tonight
Verse Two: Turk
Pimp niggas
Fuck hoes
Split wigs if i have to be cool
Don't put a mask on ya' face just be yo' self
Try provin' ??? to yo niggas my get dealt
I got a click that's stronger that pneumonia bitch
Untamed Gorillas play wit' choppers ain't takin no shit
Don't underestimate nigga cause i'm young
Have you heard that age ain't nothin' but a num and nothin but a thang
So if you get banged that's all on u
I spits more bullets than Bone Thugs speak to you
Leavin' blood stains in the middle of the streets
Stank niggas can't let them fuckin niggas sprankle me
Gank niggas i'm always labeled at the top rank nigger
I gotta chopper named Frank and it hate niggas
Stank niggas it gets the J-O-B done
You better run cause when bust it's just like fun
Treat bitch niggas like a stepson
Unload reload bookah bookah the chopper come
The chest magaler
Neck strangeler
Uptown slanger
Brain untangeler, ya heard me
Verse Three: Bullet
Gotta uh chop with fifty shots
Ready for combat
Fifty shots in my gak leave a bitch nigga wet
Flat wit a bars head what you know about that
A hot boy hittin' yo' set like a bad wreck
Wear a vest you could do that
I got some bullets comin' through that
Two clips take ?? full off highly tips
The glock nine automatic ? speed ??
I fuck wit' ballers and killers ask Suga Slim and B-3
Fresh ordered twenty keys turned them over to me
Hot Boys and i'm gonna put in that UPT
For shittie, get wit' me, og's falls for halves
A-T's kicked in the lab twenty G's worth of slabs
A-hundred G's and snaps two crazy AK's
My people got kayed so i'll be home in two days
Suga slim and Baby got the charges threw away
Gave the judge a half a minute told 'dem have a nice day
Suga slim and Baby got the charges threw away
Gave the judge a half a minute told 'dem have a nice day
Now i'm back street i'm doin the same ol' thang
A young nigga bout my change so i'm lettin my nuts hang
I run with ten ward niggas
Bout it all real niggas
In the steel for real nigga
(Chorus)
Verse Four: B.G.
I be quick wit choppers
Splittin heads for nothing
Big Tyme hustlaz flow short and frontin
I'm bout money and power
Nigga birds and bitches
Collecting riches and eliminating snitches bodies in ditches
??? keep a price it can't no better
You know you ain't never got a deal like this ever
Baby Gangster uptown representer
Cuttin' shit up chop you down off top you'll remember
I be spinnin the binnin
No laughin no grinnin
Drop my nuts twerk it up bitch i'm all in in
I ain't cuttin no corner I come straight and direct
I'll put in a nigga chest you gotta give me respect
Fifty shots with an extra clip that's how i do
I gotta choosin menu and playa it's all on u
Baby drop it to me on the DL
And I drop to all my niggas on VL
Put that coke in they life
Let them shine and floss
Young boss get tossed
If caught up in the cross
Hot Boys, fourteens and sixteens thuggin
Put the icin on the cake get caught up catch a sluggin, nigga

First Verse: [Juvenile]
Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya
You try to frame me without the picture
Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out chea
And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the Ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand this is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life
Chorus: [Ms. Tee]
Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha
You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)
Second Verse: [B.G.]
Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass fonky
Full of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I come just sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
You done took mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper
Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to split cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if play I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get down
Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and distribute kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must
Chorus
Third Verse: [Bun B]
Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind him
Can't find him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up
And me all we had to do was boot em up
He got the buck now who the fuck want it?
I can't see it happen, clips be clappin'
Cappin' you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation also known as the sequel
It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back
Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not
That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the back got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a jumper cable
A Chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted
One time a hoed stunted
We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation nigga

[Talking]
Picture, I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me
[Verse One]
I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot
'Cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in
I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G
The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'
I push it wit ease
Nigga freeze
Get on yo knees
No keys, no G's
I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily
I'm leavin a made G
Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my hand
It's one way goin gettin money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour
[Chorus]2x
That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin on G's wit 30 keys of powder
[Verse Two]
I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home
I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Aint killin no kids, but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke
Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at
Look at this chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it
I'll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt
I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power
Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold
My plan went sour
[Chorus]2x
[Verse Three]
I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that?
I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin back
I have no paper and I'm sober I aint havin that
Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin that
All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G. hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot
We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride
Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle
Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck, but I'm tryin to bring up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin my dick, G's and a strap in my hand
[Chorus] 3x
[Talking]
Nigga, respect that
All these niggas puttin on they black mask
Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me
Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right
'Cause it aint gon' come out right
You aint gon' come out wit no mail
Make sure you got it down pat
I done been through it
And I aint bring nothin back
But I'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people
And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me
It's all gravy, Ca$h Money Records, Black Connection on the rise

Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black
Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off
Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me
First Verse:
Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there,
Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair
I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose,
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter,
I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter,
Hollows come out like blat-blatta
I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed,
Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room,
First thing flinch I go boom,
With the sweeper I sweep like a broom,
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound
When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out,
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought,
You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin',
So I can uh-abuse the bitch,
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand,
Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man
Chorus:
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man
Second Verse:
B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt,
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk,
Puttin' faces on shirts,
You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass,
Fifty shots, out each clip we blast,
Full of that trash, out the St. T,
We mash on the gas,
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head nigga,
And little bullets take red from yo head nigga,
Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga,
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga
It's All On U,
If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga?
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga?
If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a nigga bleed, or think it's cool and now you eatin' it?
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?
If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie,
If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga,
Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga
Chorus
Third Verse:
I come hard enough, ya feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy,
Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti
You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City,
In each and every K we tote, they got fifty,
So bring it on however you wanna bring it on,
Yo block explode like a bomb,
I'm dangerous and armed,
The B.G. did it, I live til' I'm gone,
I'ma H.B., and gotta get my shine on,
So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you,
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do,
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you,
Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot,
The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave,
If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave,
Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks,
That's how the U.P.T. play it if we got beef,
I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand,
I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man,

[B.G.]
Choppers with drums
Nigga that's how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where I'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control
It's your family I put on rows, front row
I'ma 223 grabber
Bust or block hitter
Project kidnapper
Rookie nigga wig splitter
Make copies for the rapture
It's all on you nigga
Oh, I'm comin for the capture
What you wan' do nigga
Mystikals who I'm after
Grab yo' steel and shoot
I'ma killer not a rapper
Lil' Wayne, he bout it too
I'ma snatch if you got it
Told ya before ta' hide it
Told ya if you hide it
It's a must that I find it
Ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped hoe
B.G. split or get split
Play tha game how it go
Shootin tha drop somethin'
Glock or pop somethin'
AK wit' fifty shots
I tote it too stop somethin'
Make it happen you's the punk
I'll put you in the trunk
??? ???? you dunk nigga I bring funk
Chorus: repeat 2X
[Wayne] Lets get funky wit' these niggas
[B.G.] Grab the triggas and blast
[Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these niggas
[B.G.] Take they figures and dash
[Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas
[B.G.] Grab the K's and bust, it's ten for one trust
[Wayne] Retaliation a must
[Lil' Wayne]
Ah ah
Don't run yo' mouth enough for you to get back in me
My gun clap ?? start spinnin' and take many
Plenty of slugs hit you
Can you picture a young rapper
Fourteen ?? black master million dollar flapper
Watch me set it off wit' my sawed off jumpin
As I be when I be pumpin
Frontin' gets you nothin'
Runtin' catch a slug from the M-what'n
You ain't bout natin'
Playa hater leave you bloody
It's money and rearer
Can't see clearly
But ya' still hear me
Four steps comin' quickly
Can you feel me
Better kill me before you get done in
It's real dog
But I got that red mark so when you come in
Slugs somethin', seventeen up in the clip
I keeps extra highly tips for the crum rip
Should of chop-chop stop yo' whole block
Let's get funky, you want me, I thinks not
So much black clothing ???? you black-out
All the lights go out
That's when all yo fight come out
Bloody streaks to the UPT where you lays on
I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone
The things you lay on
I can't even pay on
You got it, better hide it
If you wanna keep it safe on
I rome to the top
That's my spot, my place
Jumpin' out a suitcase
Slugs chase to yo' face, ah
Chorus 2X
[Lil' Wayne]
Ah, ah, ah, ha
Now as I re-enter this scent and get into you
These three dots, I plot and spot, then I shoot
I keep a chopper under the medium Hilfiger
I throw back punks, comin' out trunks to kill niggas
I spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty
??? ??? area ???? ???? dirty
I know you heard me
But you lied tonight
But you can't hide
It's written all over yo' face you easy to find
Niggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine
Like that Presidential Rolex reflex a million nine
Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that's my atire
A tru rider, gettin' higher off uptown fire
Remember me, tha little G never died
Took one to the chest but the little G never died
[B.G.]
I'ma certified killer, million dollar nigger
Any kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipper
Tangerie and juice sipper, disrespectin bitch flipper
I'm bout drama off the top
You know that's on the foreal-a
I get's loaded low down by a monkey
So call me donkey
Nigga think lame
He would want to know I gets funky
Beef kicked in a night parade
Uptown was deep
Nothin' ?? ?? bookoom be standin' on feet
Now you know I run with ignorant niggas
All of 'em wild
Thousand of people out
Fuck that sprayin' the crowd
Ain't no time for doin' backin down
From trigga play
Gotta closet of K's
Ready to do it anyday
Write grant after tenth
Black grant I was tenths
That's for Al and lil' Duga'
Four deep in each in spinnin' ??
So twerk it up
Handle yo' business
Shoot or get shot
I hit blocks wit' glocks
Nigga, get or get got
In school I was a fool a young funky
But on the streets I used 2's
Nigga, I gets funky

One: B.G.
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool
Do what I gotta do
But playa haters all over
So I roll with my crew
I'm tryin' stay over
And just stay my ass in school
Ain't many choices to choose
And this rap game I can't refuse
I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose
My pistol my only friend
Cause busters try to bring the blues
Leavin brains with no clues
Spin the ben in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence
Heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the B.G.
Now tell me Alton
Ain't that cold
What can I do
Now what can I do to get out the game
What can I do
Now what can I do to make change
Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I'm tryin'
-Chorus- (Juvenile)
I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
Lord please let me go where I needs to be
Ball 'till I fall it's a poor family
Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me
Verse Two: B.G.
I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
Sell cd's and tapes
I don't want to be jail bait
Niggas want to kill me
And increase the hell rate
They almost got me
But I slip the spot it was too late
I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
Settle down wit' a silent hoe
And drop a tight seed
So I can raise another uptown B.G.
Just like me
I'ma give 'em but I wish had a dad
He goin' be smart and bad nigga
Throwin' up a solga rag
This world is kurupted
The police is crooked
My boy was runnin with a ??? gun
His young life they took it
This ??? is rotten
Everyday it get's colder
They throwin' away the key
Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
My round slangin' that yola
With they hand on that iron
To keep my mind right
Beleive nigga I'm tryin'
-Chorus-
Verse Three: Lil' Wayne
I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen
Choppin iron at fourteen'
Nigga that tells my only way
(B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen)
A lil' bity something
Whuckin, representin' partners
Ain't to good in my neighborhood
Uptowns my partner
I ain't lie i'm tryin
To go the right way
But the night flight way
Just ain't the right way
I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill
Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
Can't even see me I'm so lil'
And you expect me to give this
Just to switch to positive
As hard as I'm tryin' do it I just can't make a shape
School I'm tryin' go through it but I just can't make a shape
Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
Do good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'
I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me
Will I remain a B.G.
Or a A student
We'll see

Chorus: repeat 2X
I be thugging and it aint no secret
I run game so when it rains on me I can peep it
I represent to the fullest what you bout I'm bout
Freedom or jail I'm always gonna be thugged out, thugged out
[B.G.]
Lil Geezy be thugging to the fullest
Stay strapped, so when drama kickin' ready to pull it
You want beef with my niggas, look here bring it on
I'm bout that dome checkin, and I'm gone let it be known
I'm a roam, through your hood when I see you duck
Whoevers on the block gets two cause I drop my nuts
Realism is in my nature thats how its gotta be
I'm a fire that cant be put out aint no stopping me
They dont call B.G. a Hot Boy for nothing
I'm bout gangster shit, and hoes know I'm working with something
I was chillin in Timbermen with my dogs thugging
Some niggas buckin
But alot of niggas button
The UPT is where I stunt, nigga thats my hometown
And everybody knows that on Sunday it be going down
So until I die I'ma be about that street shit
I'm bout mine
And I aint the one you wanna beef with
I'm thugged out
Chorus: repeat 2X
[B.G.]
Look my block hot the law sleep every other day
We beefin off top, we creep every other day
My dog Malcolm on a charge, he gets parole up in May
He told me where he left the glock, K ????
I run with niggas thats bout drama, well lets get funky
Slip I duct tape your momma, my dogs are donkeys
We bout are business, so you better act like you know
Play possum, so its a must we play you like a fuckin' hoe
I'm true to the game, play it exactly how it goes
I lay my rep down with the Benz off the showroom floor
I'm swimming in a pool of hundreds
Lil Dougie be thuggin, but Lil Dougie got beacoup money
Niggas know my click had the crowd buckin'
Niggas know my click is the click that be on T.V. stuntin'
Niggas know my click is the click, play with us and we bustin'
Niggas know my click is the click that be straight thuggin'
We thugged out
Chorus: repeat 2X
[B.G. Talking]
Off top
Its not a doubt that I gotta floss
The hater wanna see me ducked out for sho
I aint even much have'n that ya heard me
My whole click thugging
Thats just how we do it
Pants saggin' ya heard me
T-shirt hangin nigga
Fucking these niggas old ladys
And all ya heard me
We plays it raw
We aint taken no charge like that their
B.G.eezy's in the muthafuckin house nigga
Ten slugs and Im out nigga
Whta you bout nigga I'm bout nigga
Fuck that however
It dont matter

Verse One: Turk
In the Lex we gettin blunted
Fuckin hoes and countin money
Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin
Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga
Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas
Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin
Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin
Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin
Four karat choppers out the window start to firing
Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds
I catch one he catch one that's how it's goin down
Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that
While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back
We spend cash with each other
Toss ass with each other
And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other
Fuckin right
We click tight
Nothin come in between
Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green
Chorus: Juvenile
There once was a nigga and his name was Turk
He always shot balled and he put in his work
Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude
Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes
Verse Two: B.G.
B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s
In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds
Its a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse
Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe
Ca$h Money worth figuers and it aint no joke
We aint never been no hoe
So run up in ya smoke
I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat
Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep
On Sunday I'm out shinnin'
On the lake on crome straight blindin'
Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'
Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'
At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'
Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'
Chorus: Juvenile
There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)
He drove around town with a 223
Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude
So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes
Verse Three: Hot Boys
B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha
Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya
Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.
Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street
B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them
Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them
Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)
We love ta shine get down and dirty in black
B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi
Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready
Turk: We'll leave ya block shook
Fuck ya hoe and get a hook
Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took
B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it
Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'
Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set
Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject
Chorus: Juvenile
There once was some niggas out the CMB
Some out the mario some out that wild T.C.
Until one day they was bustin with some dudes
So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes
Uh knocked em outta they shoes
T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
They knocked em outta they shoes
Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes
B.G. knocked em outta they shoes
Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes
The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes
My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes
My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes
Knocked em outta they shoes

Verse One: Baby
Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut
Hit the club light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay I'm tattooed and barred up
Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up
And my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut
And my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up
Cause one day I'm a give this street life up
Beef I don't discuss
A nigga outta line gone get his motherfuckin head bust
Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck
Twenty inches with TV's is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus
Verse Two: Lil' Turk
A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see cash money you know you stay flossin
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin
I aint seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I aint seen a mariette that can run like mine
1999, and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind
Pourin vodka til I die drank til I faint
Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose
I'm the freak of the click
Keep it on the tuck so I creep on a bitch
And I play it raw never sleep with a bitch
Keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch
Never weep for a bitch nigga
(Chorus) Lil' Wayne 2#
Bling bling
Everytime I come around yo city
Bling bling
Pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling
Everytime I buy a new ride
Bling bling
Lorinsers on Yokahama tires
Bling bling
Verse Thre: Manny Fresh
It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga cause I don't love her
Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
Verse Four: Juvenile
I'm a 1999 driver
I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. rider
Ol ignorant ass always stunting
Big ballin ass nigga you can see him when he comin
Booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinnin' up
Muthafuckas be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin, "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin, "Juve got me again"
(Chorus) 2x
Verse Five: B.G.
I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.
I be fuckin niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my clique
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that
Man look at that
Niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy ya blindin me
All day my phone ringin bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

B.G. [talking]
Wassup
Ahh.... Wassup
Verse 1
Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at
I need a hit nigga
I can't quit nigga
Get in my way and your shit get split nigga
Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers
Got to be realah around all these guerrilas
But it's cool I'm a young thug nigga
Rough like a rug nigga ain't scared to plug nigga
I was turned out at an early age
On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge
Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage
On that dust ready bust
Plus blunts got a nigga don't give a fuck
I hope you got your vest on
If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on
Nigga now you get your rest on
Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone
Motherfucker
(Chorus)
What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 2
All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil
(million)
And I'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale
I'm gettin' tired of this all day block shit
Cock glock with this rock after rock shit
Could it be me servin' for twenty,
2-5, 11-5, or the muthafuckin' even 5
And I'm servin' 4 and a half to 28
And I might front it if you come straight it and not late
Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthafuckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because I ain't fake
But now all I got is the nikel piece now
Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now
I'm on a hunt for some A-K funk
Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk
Over this nigga they got a contract
I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black
Muthafucker
(Chorus)
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 3
My pockets empty and I'm loaded that just don't match
Two and two together that's why where the fuck I'm at
On my ass tryin' to make a power move
Servin niggaz two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool
I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive
How am I stay high stay shive and get mine
I can't do it so I gotta try to kick the habit
Or that million I want I might not never have it
So I got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose close
Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes
It's all about the fuckin' feddy, the mil
The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale
I can not fail to hit the top of the charts
Young with heart I survive off street smarts
Play with me clips slide in the K
Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day
I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump
I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
Busted heads clips thrown my way
Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play
I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get down
Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown
(Chorus)
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?
Talking
What the fuck is it
I don't know
Nigga

It's an uptown Thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th
As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
Music that's non-stoppin'
P-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit
I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
>From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
Bout green can't forget about Josephine
Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me
In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill
Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy!
Chorus:
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you experience
Commence upon the drama that I present clown
I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse
You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide
I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang
Chorus
It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes
So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter
Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
YOU'Z A HOE
So stay on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B.
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13
So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

I back the fuck out the bitch quick
cause these hoes ain't shit
they good for open mix shit
i put they mind on my dick
gotta put my ???, keep my hoes in check
if i let them disrespect then they always gone disrespect
always have these hoes in line, never whine or dine
break them off nine, kick them in they fucking behind
its necessary to pimp, gotta mac on these hoes
don't be paying for these hoes, put that bozack on these hoes
the B.G. don't give a mannie mutha fuck
bust a nut and I'm up I'm the type that fucking duck
you see the push come to rub
rub come to shove,
these hoes out for jingles so you can't show no love
pimping ain't easy but you do it cause you gotta
knock her and chia pop her, ignore her nigga drop her
i know my dick got power, leave a pussy sour
pump it hour after hour, stank bitches gone shower
I see bitches handeling niggas, hoe try to be hard
nigga don't let them pull your card, if they down be saw
i leave a pussy hole cheezy, greasy
once again nigga
pimpin' ain't easy
(Chorus)2x
Pimpin' ain't easy, gotta keep these hoes from talking back
Hoe I'm your daddy respect it or get batted
Ain't nothin' but a G thang baby
these stank ass hoes going crazy
(Baby)
I'm so down but still hard on these stank hoes
what the pimp of C.M.R do to them be so cold
i'm still taxing these wanna be bitch niggas
I sell the coke by the pound on these bitch niggas
(B.G.)
These hoes like mosquitoes, sucking dick and lickin nuts
ridin these '96 blue trucks
(Baby)
You want a pound of coke come with a hundred g's
half of pound of coke, selling them for 50 g's
you can't afford that find me on V.L street
and we front you niggas right before the ???
(B.G.)
Whole keys, half keys for 10 5
Four in a half for 16 25
(Baby)
I'm straight fronting my coke nigga uptown
no disrespect I don't sell to niggas downtown
stick where I'm from thats where I be
so I can see my muthafuckin money on the streets
we're the baddest bitches in this fucking city
(B.G.)
One short, one tall, and one a dog
(Baby)
But see that dog bitch nigga she gone catch hell
but she gone trick, suck dick and stack mail
I beat a bitch like Ike every chance I get
I beat a nigga like Joe beat Mike at ???
And I'm gone rep and stunt till I just can't quit
and I'm gone keep my diamonds to blind a bitch
(B.G.)
I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
ride camaros, sittin on momos
lexus with D's and Vos, pimpin ain't easy but it less???
(Chorus)
(Mannie Fresh)
Cash Money in the power, you bitches in the Eddy Bouwer
a whole city of niggas that follow, the thangs I do,
the way I walk, the way I talk, the shit I buy, the shit I bought
see I gets more pussy than cotex, I sport rolex,
purchase with bad checks
just to get with me, sit with me
get a pit for me, bitch you ain't shit to me
cause I done gave more dick that a calio got bricks
she used to be your hoe but thats my bitch
that hoe calls me realist, nigga you one of the realist
Ding dong, daddys home, to the break of dawn, lets get it on
so you can feel it, dick down your spine, I don't mine
takin it off, breaking it off, shakin it off, doing it again
stickin it in, bringin a friend, cause these niggas be laggin
about the bitches they pimpin straight braggin
but if your dog was preganent and all you couldn't be taggin
the bitches I fuck, the bitches I duck,
ask that hoe next to you, that bitch know my truck
Mannie Fresh, a.k.a Warning, warning city a big ballin ass pimp comin
through
(Chorus)

Fa sho
I got my gat
so you know what that means
It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe
When you comin' to get me I got the four four
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
Cuz I know for sure when I was here that I was a fool
If you gone drill me come on and drill me
It's all good cuz I got some people to see
While I'm here I'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted
My company on the move we bought the benz 500
A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps
Havin' big baller parties every other week
This is the clique nigga 2-2-6
Black Connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6
Droppin' dope hits, takin' a nigga bitch
While you're on that flight, I'm bustin' nuts in your wife
All assault rifles, the weapons that's on my team
S.K's, A.K's, M-1's and car beams
Fulfillin' dreams, goin' to the top nigga
Don't playa hate cuz we'll still hit'cha block nigga
Baby Gangsta ain't nothin' nice
A young nigga trigga happy that'll put it in your life
I ain't right, represent Uptown to the fullest
Finger on the trigga and I'm ready to pull it
Chorus:
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
Uptown on the way, Bitch so let us through
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
Downtown get out the way cuz that's All On U
You could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel
My niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed
Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up
The nigga on the passenger side automatically die
From several gunshot wounds to the head
On the scene he dead Chopper City niggas fled
Won't you listen to Ziggy get your car doors bullet proof
It's rainin' choppers so get a bullet proof roof too
You got yay? I don't know it nigga
Nine-six you gettin' nabbed so you best not show it nigga
Cuz that's when you blow it nigga
Your door get kicked in, we want your yay
High powered AK, false move and your face no trace
Beat the case, go to the weight
Make sure it ain't a fake
I want your nameplate, cash, and your Versace shoes
If you stingy gettin' plucked nigga that's All On U
Chorus
Street shit is what I'm into
You got it I'm comin' to get you
Don't hesitate nigga or the B.G. gone have to split you
I'm down for whatever I'm a ass with that chopper
If you playin' with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya
No bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil
Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed
Young trill Baby Gangsta into pimpin' them hoes
But before I trick the hoes my money goes to my nose
And fat opthimals, T-shirts and Girbauds
Solja Reeboks straight stickin' to the G-code
Uptown is the home of the car-jackers
Robbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappers
Better than seed, is the way I shop for that D
Not the 17th, the real niggas in that 3
Play wit em, hard head niggas they split em
Raw dope they sell it, I get it I can tell it
How it go, back up or get banged nigga
Street smarts the game nigga
Gotta let em hang nigga
Pussy nigga got beef wit the night creepers
Me, brotha and Diesel ridin' with them street sweepers
Old nigga wanna slang, without a clique?
He don't wanna share, so we gone ride on that bitch
We bout to turn your block to a war zone
I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home
Cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit
I gave you fair warning so if you hit you hit
Cuz I ain't slackin' when I do what I gotta do
Stop bein' nosey Bitch, but that's All On U

[Lil' Wayne]
(Gibberish noises)
Look, look, look
I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim
The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp
Do not introduce me to your chic, that'll get her flip
I'ma try not to mention that I'm rich, but it'll slip
I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty
Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion
Open mouth and it'll beam like the sun is emergin
When I'm out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin
Hummers be swervin like I'm passin y'all in speeding go-carts
She think she look like a basketball season score chart
Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin
When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin
Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction
Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson
BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg
That playas raw call'em "Lil' Wayne the Don"
[Chorus 2X: Lil' Wayne]
When we come through you know how we do, dog
(shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off
We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog
Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off
[B.G.]
Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good
[Lil' Wayne]
B.Geezy let them niggas know
[B.G.]
I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' "Look at him!"
That be the Hot Boy they call "Bling Bling Slim"
Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out
Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out"
The chain I got on costs more than your dream house
Presidential Roley, don't even want talk about
Say whodi look at your bitch - she drooling from the mouth
Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. and wildout
Don't trip, let her come dip wit me dawg
I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws
I'm a fool wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it
It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin
Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin
It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin
Until then I'm reppin, Stuntin flossed out
You see me if you up north and I'm down south
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good
Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood
Never forget where I come from, I'm too real
Never for get the days I had to get it how I live
But it's better now; I'm on another level now
I got cheddar now; I got my shit together now
I'm livin swell nigga, I'm givin hoes hell nigga
My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga
Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys
Man I'm ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G's
Lose it - laugh about it - nigga like me don't miss it
Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50
True that, it's all gravy, I get that there from Baby
When I struggle niggas love me - now they can't take me
But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em
But if they fuck wit me - you gone have to worry bout'em
[Chorus]
(Gibberish noises sounding like the chorus)

[Baby]
Too many playa hatin niggas in this world
[the B.G.]
That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl
[Baby]
Keep my nina for self protection
[the B.G.]
Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin
[Baby]
I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G.
Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep
4 deep in the black on black Caprice
[B.G.]
Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper
Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz
My people say it's a shame
They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game
I'm a ducht taper
I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez
I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose
And out your yay, I'll rape ya
But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya
Ain't that cold
If ya got it hide, on the real
Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill
Causin homicides, that's the deal
I'm bringin what a nigga feel
Caps get peeled
[Chorus]2x
[Ms. Tee]
Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is
[B.G.]
T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers
9 millimeters, glock, pump
Ride guns, all that start funk
[Mannie Fresh]
Look out you bitch, you
[B.G.]
Watch out for 2 twos
[Mannie]
Automatics, with the static that ya talkin
Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes
>From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me
Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars
With shit bags attached to they drawers
Take this time to pause
For the not so lucky
Weak like a sick puppy
Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it
Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake
Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake
Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint
Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin
If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin
Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin
Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer
Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer
[B.G.]
Nigga, A
[Mannie]
Are you faster than a gun?
[B.G.]
Nigga, B
[Mannie]
Will I shoot ya if ya run?
[B.G.
Nigga, C
[Mannie]
I ain't showin no love
[B.G.]
Nigga, D
[Mannie]
All tha motherfuckin above
[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect
Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set
Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin
When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin
Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away
But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play
V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies
All us night creepers, actin silly
Dirty 30's, AR-15's
Nose dirty, totin uzi machines
Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi
Real niggas off Valence street
Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P.
All them niggas down wit me
L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley
Popeye and my nigga Larry
So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys
I'll put your face on a fresh T
If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's
'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work
Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt
I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin
Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin
They doin, but Uptown doin that
Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back
Pussy, got rolled on round
I mean rolled on round

[B.G.]
Ohhh
Man, somethin' stank
Ooohh
You smell that?
I don't know what that is
Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun
It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum
When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play
When it come down to you or me, it won't be me
Got quick hands, call me "Quick Draw", I'll draw first
Hit ya, loosen up your head, watch your shit burst
Been about gun-play, puttin' bustas on T-shirts
Creepin' down the one-way lettin' that AK work
Ain't too many niggas I beef with still here
Might could count a few rollin' 'round in a wheelchair
Nigga know my background - so, cowards, stay your distance
Know if you get into it with me you get splitted
Know you could cause your momma or sister to come up missin'
It could be broad daylight - I'll walk up and twist 'em
I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know
If 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-done
Stand over the bitch - give it to him one by one
I gotcha down bad, I'ma leave ya, cousin
No matter what time it is, I'ma leave ya, cousin
A nigga won't go in that ocean for ya - bring it on
Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone
I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodie
Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie
Six under the dirt
Is where you'll be fuckin' with this nigga: Turk
I'll knock your head off, put your back in your chest
Play the same twitch straight to the project
Just chill - sit back and lay low
Stay on my p's and q's - keep the four-four
You know how it go: give bitch-niggas hell
And I'll make sure they'll never get well
(Hook [Turk & B.G.])
[B.G.] That's that nigga who will never get well
[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
[B.G.]
I got bad nerves - don't make me click if I do
What happen after I finish with you is on you
I warned you - you can't never say I didn't
Brains painted on the ground when I stop spittin'
"To society I'm a menace" is what the judge said to me
Trippin' 'cause I keep a automatic that's fully
Finger stay on the trigger - see my enemy, I'm pullin'
Bitch-nigga say he feel me, laughed at me, say I wouldn't
You know Geezy couldn't let that slide by
I do walk-up's, never drive-by's
Grab a nigga by his head, whisper to him 'fore I do him
"Why," I said, "you're here, wodie?" - execute him
That there raw, huh - I know, nigga
Geezy ain't no ho, nigga
Been cutthroat, been playin' the game how it go, nigga
So if you like livin', mind your own business
Or 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 well
He'll never get well (Damn, that stank!)
Never get well
Where that shit comin' from? Man, that stank!
Hell, you see, man, where that shit comin' from?
That shit stank
I think that's comin' from under the house over there
Oh no no, that shit comin from that trunk of that car we just walked by
I don't know where that shit comin' from

Verse 1
Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young
Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun
Teach me man to man things bout the game
Let me know always let em hang be bout my change
Never thought that come closee to home I was wrong
Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong
Him and my momma went through they little stages
Always fight threw em out and made him walk the streets
But it was alright
Cause I knew he would be back tommorrow with the sorrow
She would take the frown away let him stay
All he wanted me to do was to be cool stay in school
But the dude that I hanged with rearranged the whole attitude
When he died I start hustlin' to get paid
I did the opposite I know you turnin' in your grave
When I pray I know you hear me at night
It ain't right but I ain't white
And all I got is the street life
I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way
Don't be mad we'll talk about when I come one day
Untill we meet I'll keep your name on the streets
>From son to dad I love you rest in peace
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
Verse 2
I never understood life and how I got here
I just live and try to learn till it's my time to disappear
And see really where my homies at on the other side
Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie
Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see
Is there really a heaven for a true G'
If it is I know Sterling made it, Pimp made it,
My daddy made it, they was real but got player hated
Pimp your gone but your spirit ain't my nigga
You remembered as a legend couldn't nobody out rock it
You made that style that these rookies tryin' to imitate
They fake as fake I'm here to put them in they place
The one only pimp one gone stop tryin' to be him
And I got a glock with seventeen for that dog pimp
Ester did Hec cause she took Kin I'm took her
When you get that he gone stomp you
And when I get there we gone jump you
Otis from the thirteenth bit the dust
It's a must we strap up and retaliate in a rush
Bust flush that beef like shit
Spend that bin just hit and hit till start the click
Sterling lived a soldier died a soldier
Had respect for knockin' heads clean off the shoulder
>From the magnolia
All the players from that U.P.T.
1,2,3 that truth to the game rest in peace
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
Verse 3
Pay attention to this song
Once your gone your gone
It ain't no comin' back once your home your home
Every day I hit the door my momma preachin' to me
Doogie stop runin' the streets son do it for me
She know I'm bout money strictly about ballin'
The life your livin' I hope your daddy ain't callin'
That things I go throught I think restin' is best
I'm chillin' while I'm in flesh but I'll be happy when I rest
I got people to see, people to meet, people to greet
Just peep what the other world got for me
Is it joy like they see or nothing at all
I'm ball till I fall with my back against the wall
Chillin' on the block till the man come get me
Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
So much death up on the city streets

[B.G.](BulletProof)
(Team up)
(Team up, team up)
(Team up)
(Team up)
Verse 1: BulletProof
I'm full of that raw
???? a cop cho choo chop
I live and die 17 shots without a glock
Bought downtown
When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down
Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds
SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's
All you can do is put it on your fuckin back
Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope
I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes
Times are hard to explore I made my own fort
Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?
Doing this uptown behind a tint
Nigga chopper
Better watcha
You slip we gotcha
They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose
Hang it up your on the news
Partner sings the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah my fo-fo's
My niggaz in public run in the store bank froze
[B.G.](BulletProof)
(Team up)
(Team up, team up)
(Uptown)
(Oh Uptown)
Uptown
Verse 2: B.G.
Nigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys
Baby give it to me I front it all to B.G
Trying to live swell
Slang yale
Stack Mill
Doing my come up is living hell
But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind
On my block I got iron
Cause its do or die
A nigga best not fuck with me
Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me
We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me
Spray with me
I got that AK with me
Don't play with me
Because I spittin non stop
Anything within my target cho.. chop
Shoot to kill
On the real
Recognize me
From the U.P.T
Carry the title B.G.
You heard of me
I represent pimp niggaz
On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz
I'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz
Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz
I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah
Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular
I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors
I'm a pop em
It ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em
Drop em
Right where they stand
Sayin with their chest open
Believe me I ain't playin
I'm a leave that ass funky nigga
When it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga
Ain't no movin around
I'm a stand my ground
You gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown
My niggaz play with choppas and choppas only
Come up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony
If you decide to come check and you do
That's where I'm a leave you
Delete you
Mute You
Close your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin
I put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin
[B.G.](BulletProof)
I'm bout to go off
Go off
I'm bout to go off
Go off
Go off
(Team up)
Go off
Go off
(Team up, team up)
(Team up)
Uptown
(Team up)
Go off
Verse 3: B.G.
Bitch I gots to have it
Nigga up it
And if you don't release it
Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it
Fuck it
Its time to kill all you real niggaz feel me
Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me
Spill me
When on concrete
But I cannot let that happen
Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!
Loose clips go get that motherfucker something
50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump
I might pop that trunk
I'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.
Roll rollin with me
With that 223
Go and find this nigga
Bump this nigga
Stomp this nigga
Stank this nigga
I'm a have to bank this nigga
Gank this nigga
Pop this nigga
Stop this nigga
I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick
We hit to split the scene go and blow something
I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing
Nigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him
Check him
He wanted beef so I had to disrespect him
Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe
I split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!!!
V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!!
[B.G.](BulletProof)
(Team up)
(Team up, team up)
(Team up)
(Team up)
Valence Street in effect
Go off, go off
Go off, go off

[Mac]
Feel the pain of a soulja, a 3rd ward Soulja always known
2 pack a heater, got a army bout the size of leader
We hit em
Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime lives
Got the town locked with underground stock
Around the clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
I left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the police to assure my cousin's penatantry release
Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,
Don't pay when it's only death, and no this ain't a Tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But I'm always high 'cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' when the girls be swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
Crooked cops started buckin' at us
Made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
'cause I'd rather take half the force out before they cop a squat Dee Money
& B.G. The Heart Of Tha Streetz
[B.G.]
Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back
Plot it out, I put me an extra one in
That's eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge
That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard
Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front
They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt
Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya
I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more
You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall
I send death threats, and then I fulfill em
Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em
My nine milli is the nigga on side of me
Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me
Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park,
I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought
Take a ride
With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side
I'm so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die
Let's make it happen, think of an action
Fuck rappin' I'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'
Pull out the strapin' and start bustin',
Show me you bout buckin' or duckin'
'cause I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug
All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged
Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase
You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face
Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble
I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
[Mac]
Black T Blue Girbauds, on the grind my grandma called me Mack
But my Macanifient
I never thought the group of niggas would be behind me
They took a shot and nearly blind me
Eyes rolled back like a zombie, my life started seemin'shorter
I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in his daughter
I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I split his wig and he dropped like the twig
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet
They should have never said that
My life came back, like some gangsta boy
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' and looked up at the stars
Grab the glock out the holstermy pants rest of them and said niggas I'm a solja
You can't kill me
They said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?
I took my vest off, and threw it on the sidewalk
You never see Mac, back in the city park
[B.G.]
Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'
'cause the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin'
'cause I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop
I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob
That I'm married to, TRU to life real niggas
Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas
Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard
But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card
Representin' I war and die for this rap game
It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang
Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with
We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit
So give us respect because we comin' direct
Totin' Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
Then Blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta
Leavin' lifeless? No, never
I reverse the game in a double, I bubble

Big Tymers:
Fa sho...this for my homie K.C.
That just did ten in tha pen
Bout to spit this game for ya fool
Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers]
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
First Verse [Baby]
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?)
Movin' these fuckin' kees
(Where B?)
Run em' in that U.P.T.
(And who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my B.G.
[B.G.]
You gotta beat em
(That nigga is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out there baby
[Baby]
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigga?)
Orderin' for 20 kees
(Street value?)
Two hundred and fifty G's
(And what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred G's
[B.G.]
My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all night flight
Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's
Ziploc'em up and send em to that U.P.T.
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay
On his porch stairs, nothin' but mail
One hundred G's with ease now that's no big drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back
Chorus
Second Verse: [Baby]
Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T.
K.C. drop this load on my B.G.
(Tear da kee)
Bring me back nigga a hundred G's
Nigga get yo shit
(Nigga I got my shit)
Ready to cock yo shit?
(I'm ready to pop my shit)
[B.G.]
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map
Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's
So what's up wit Baby?
(Graduated from kees)
We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5
(Got the kees for 11-5)
Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5
Nigga I ball and people don't know it, 'cause I don't show it
The only way to find out is if you come and score it
'cause I don't stop with no hoe or no show
I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow
Chorus
Third Verse [Manny]:
Never out her, money and the powder
Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska
Bitch tryed to testify I straight blast her
K's and the ammo, modern-day Rambo
Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this shit locked up
Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts

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[B.G.]
I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers
If you're ballin', then ball - you're shinin', keep shinin'
You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G. - original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police
I keep it real with the real - that's all I know, nigga
Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga
Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga
They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
I do 'cause I wanna bling - I wanna bling bling
(Hook [B.G.])
I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga
[B.G.]
I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts
A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months
Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool
But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools
I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out
Go-and-drop-off-a-ki niggas, stackin'-that-cheese niggas
Straight-'bout-beef niggas
Dressin'-in-black-shootin'-up-the-whole-street niggas
This is for my niggas
I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug
Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs
So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit
Like if-I-can't-get-you-I-kidnap-your-mother shit
Or duct-tape-your-brother shit, and turn yourself in
Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my n's
I've been affiliated with killers all my life
That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so-
(-Hook [B.G.])
[B.G.]
It's on if it's on - I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck
Drama: I love it - I'm trigga happy, can't get enough
The streets is my home - that's all I know
I hustle to beat ya outshinin' - drive off the showroom floor
Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan, and Bubba
Taught me how to rep - taught me how to be a lil' stunna
He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on
Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on
Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring
It's the year 2G - a nigga like me gotta have things
Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made
No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling
If you really try me then I bring out my choppy
'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me
From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga
From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga
From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga
(Hook [B.G.])
I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga