B.G. Filmography

• Video Girl (2011)
• 4th Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors (2007)
• Mobb Deep: Life of the Infamous... The Videos (2006)
• Hardware: Uncensored Music Videos - Hip Hop Volume 1 (2003)
• Baller Blockin' (2000)
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1999)

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• In the Best Interests of the Children (1977)

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karaoke

(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

[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. [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

(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

[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

[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

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

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

[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

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.]
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

[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

[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

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

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

[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

[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

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

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

(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

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

[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

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

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

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

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)

[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

* Please send all corrections to typist
[B.G.]
Ain't this a bitch
(Hook-2x)
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
[B.G. {talking underneath hook}]
(?????) - fuck it
Someone gotta handle that
Checkmate, nigga
[B.G.]
Nigga done crept down and put ten in my dog
He the only son, so you know his mom's goin' off
I wouldn't be a true nigga if I let this slide
Gotta saddle up - I gotta strap up and ride
My nigga momma gon' cry, then your momma gon' cry
One less in my clique, one in your clique gon' die
It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye
Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind
You done started somethin' I'ma take real far
Everyday is shootouts - you done started guerrilla war
It got me hurtin' to see my dog people in grief
So it's law I bring the same pain to your peeps
I'm dressed to kill: black-hooded, black souljas and 'Bauds
When I spot ya I'ma let the stop on the SK unfold
When you hear that: chukah-blauw!! chukah-blauw!!
I'm tellin' you it's too late to run now
(Hook)
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, there's gon' be consequences and repercussions - believe that
[B.G.]
In the streets I gotta have that mind frame "fuck it"
Gotta keep my nuts dropped - can't be fearin' nothin'
When you're thuggin', nigga always into somethin'
When you're hustlin', never know when nigga gon' say, "Up it."
My dog had a deal planned with some new connect
Barely knew 'em, and trust 'em - ain't wear his vest
He got there thinkin' the deal was gon' go sweet
They already had it planned to keep the money and ki's
They hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neck
And left him there to meet his death
I feel guilty lettin' him go solo
Even though he told me, "Chill", I still should've rolled
So now I'm in some beef with niggas I barely know
I met 'em once, but I use to fuck one of they ho
I hit her up for some info and broke her off proper
Go to they hideout and release that chopper
(Hook)
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die -
consequences and repercussions
[B.G.]
This stank bitch that I grew up with in the hood
My nigga jocked her - I warned him that she was no good
But fuck me - he heard the pussy was the shit
He went, got caught up, got pussy-whipped
Every night he sleepin' by this stank bitch
And I told him she threw crosses and she'll set him up for shit
But he ain't listen, he tell me mind my biz
Now some niggas went there, took him out there and split his wig
I ain't know that's where he start to stash his yay
He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay
But fuck that, I gotta put some iron on her
Gotta release all seventeen out the nine on her
One of my hoes saw her shakin' ass in the club
She hurried up, went to the phone and hit me up
I spinned 'round, saw her, and straight cut loose
Jive ho, this from him through me straight to you
(Hook)
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die -
it's gon' be a eye for an eye

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[B.G.]
You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga
Watch this
Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks
Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block
Get my clique, load them things up in the van
Don't matter - they in front the law we gon' blast
We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin'
Every hood we think they be in we dippin'
Even through people, all through people yard
Believe me - tonight they goin' to (??)
We ridin' all night, finally got lucky
We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin'
Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked
Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark
One of them niggas broke out, I broke out behind him
Went down the alley, went under the house, I went behind him
Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up
In the process my Reeboks got fucked up
(Hook [B.G.])
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
And bang at the law with my chopper
Look,
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
Then bang at the law with my chopper
[B.G.]
Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit
Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight madness
Sun down, moon out - you know them snakes comin'
Guerrillas on they way with them hundred-round drummins
Better get to runnin' - I'm killin' by the dozen
Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach
I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm bringin' trouble on your block
I ain't fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped
I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog
First time you're caught off your game, you drop, dog
I'm true to the game - ho, play for keeps
Pull up with the passenger drivin' way in the back seat
I don't give a fuck, never did, been real
Since I was young been seein' cats get killed
When it get dark better be able to run quick
'Cause after that, that chopper gonna talk shit
(Hook [B.G.])
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
Bang at the law with my chopper
Look,
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
Then bang at the law with my chopper
[B.G.]
If you don't know, I'm the B.G., all about beefin'
Catch ya bobbin' your head at the d.j. and leave you leakin'
I'm on a buck, fuck on the up, then squeeze it
(???), nigga - look, L.T. family grievin'
I'm on a mission to leave they family grievin'
Cut my dog life short, now I gotta teach 'em
I'ma (?) and send work to (??)
Keep niggas bust up goin' through his morgue
I'ma fool - Baby handed me my first tool
Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do
Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand
You don't know from last album, I'ma made man
Uptown where I'm from - V.L. my stumpin' ground
Get outta line, I empty a drum at ya, clown
I'm a dog, dog - I'm tellin' ya I'm raw, dog
Like Pac: ya ain't in my clique, fuck all y'all
(Hook [B.G.])
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
Bang at the law with my chopper
Look (look),
I'm runnin' with my chopper
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper
Knock a head off with my chopper
And bang at the law with my chopper
[B.G.]
Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper)
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper)
Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off with my chopper)
Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang at the law with my chopper)
I'm runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper)
I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper)
Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off)
Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang, bang at the law, nigga, huh?)
Ohhh, nigga, what you know 'bout that chopper?
Fuck
Ya heard - checkmate with that chopper!

Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain't shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 68 tour with my clique
She hit me while I'm on the floor and was like
Ain't shit bad cause moms finna unite
I say bad, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild she put out
Now dat ain't even the half of it
Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
Baby got comfortable in my shit
Showing off dust and trailings after they piss
Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flipping my TV like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bitch
I'm on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can't be how I live"
I jump out ready, to start fucking
I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It ain't nothing you can say or do
You ask the mind state, to do the bad
You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, it's fucked up
At least smell like a project cut
You ain't had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go raw
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You don showed me, you ain't shit
You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pissed (the whip) get out
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[Verse 2]
Here's another fucked up episode
My cousin came to visit from Chicago
I ain't saying since we was young bucks
I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence longer than a week
He don't put 100% in his hygenes
He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree
I'm almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him
Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers
Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
So happen that I'm finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers
Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please

[B.G.]
Uh-huh
Ah, Ah, Woah, Woah
I'm a guerilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake
The type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face
I'm a tiger, I'm a lion, I'm a bear, I'm a panther
If you ballin' I'ma be the one that's gonna snatch ya
I'm a fool, when I'm beefin I give niggaz the blues
Don't think twice, first mind tell me do what I gotta do
So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron
Gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride
When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya
I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha
I don't play, I don't asshole B.G. don't lollygag
I get these pussy niggaz ready for their body bag
I'ma a clown but I ain't the type that play with ya child
I'm the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe
Ya heard me, watch out when that thang in my hand
I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man
Chorus 2X: [Juvenile]
I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin to avoid the attack
[B.G.]
I ain't no rabbit, I ain't no rat
I'ma a soldier that will give you hell
I ain't cat, I ain't no turtle get in beef and hide in a shell
I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck
Believe me I can swim so come in that water, try your luck
You gonna drown, guarantee you go under you won't come up
I'm from Uptown and Uptown niggaz don't give a fuck
My hood is a jungle full of niggaz live that wild life
Picture a untamed guerilla with a K(AK) he nothing nice
So you know you get in his way, you lose your life
So reverse that, get in front of me, you lose your life
I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay
Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey
Take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing
Watch him fade into the other world, but one day I'll see him
But for now FUCK em', see ya when I see ya nigga
I know at this moment I wouldn't wanna be ya nigga
(Chorus)
I'm a lil' creeper, quick like a cheetah, so better (?????)
When I tell you freeze, when I was down for my heater
People say I'm dangerous, I need a leash and a collar
'cause I'm like a ROCK (rocwilder) but much more wilder
If You got it, and I want it, I'll duct tape ya
Gotta a lock like a pit bull, get a hold of you and shake ya
Ain't now way You gone stomp at me, I feel you trying to play me
I'm like Mike when I bite, I give ya bitch ass Rabies
From tree to tree, block to block I be hanging
Nuts swanging, thuggin, fuck it I'm looking mangy
I gives a fuck, I live wild life like jungle animals
Catch Us gettin how we live on Discovery Channel
You gotta be a snake that creep and know how to survive
Pussy cats got nine lives, dogs like me got one life
So we gotta manage it
We feel threatened by anything we gotta handle it
We living scandalous
(Chorus)

[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

Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga
[Verse 1]
When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas
Ran around the project toting the mac nigga
He had niggas tip had em breaking him off
He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark
Now everybody thought that this nigga was real
But anybody holding a gun can kill
If niggas was on the block they ran when he came
He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game
This nigga was a dog out here in that world
Now he got to the pen and turned the girl
He walking like a bitch this nigga here twistin'
The bitch even sittin' down now when he pissin'
He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin'
He family fucked up they don't even go visit
Now that's the difference between jail and the streets
With a gun you a killa
Without it you're a thrilla
[Chorus]
When you was on the streets you was a solja
And then you got fucked when you went to Angola
You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off
And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs
When you was on the streets you was a solja
And got turned out when you went to Angola
You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off
And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs
[Verse 2]
This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em
This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em
He used to serve niggas work out of town and tax em
He used to take his walk up on niggas and wack em
This nigga here name used to carry weight
Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face
This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4
Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go
I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe
Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe
Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip
They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip
Shit never changed doing the same thang
On the streets ya bout it
In that place you're a jing-a-ling
With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it
You needed to be bout it
Cause you soft than soap powder
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin'
When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin'
When ya standin' over a nigga with that k you a dog
When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad
you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets
now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week
nigga told ya that out that here doing that crime
take it like a man you get popped then you get that time
you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it
before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish
you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife
You had two charges whodi fuck a fight
You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak
Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease
You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block
Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block
[Chorus]
When you was on the streets you was a solja

(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)
[Juvenile]
Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path
'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had
Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog
But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad
Betta say somethin', and it betta be what I wanna hear
I'm listenin' - scary bitches started shittin' and pissin'
You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin'
Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin'
Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels
I know some nigga's got a package - I'ma run with the fool
Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong
But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong
They don't know what's happenin', and I ain't gonna say it to 'em
'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin'
And fuck up and give them people some bad information
(Hook [Juvenile])
Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)
[Juvenile]
You'se a certified clown in my eyes
That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side
You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride
Nigga don't have to look for you - they know you inside
You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south
[B.G.]
Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake,
ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga
Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga
Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips
Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped
It's a cold game, but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch -
I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree
(Hook [Juvenile])
[B.G.]
I'm a lil' man - stand my ground no matter what
Glock glued to my hand - there's no one you can trust
Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez
If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck
So I roll first - cock and shoot first
Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt
You want beef? You want war? You want me?
Nothin' between us but air and opportunity
Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do - do it, nigga
'Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigga
Shit's real - I ain't got time to fake
Time's money - I ain't got time to waste
But on the straight with me bein' real
To let others' niggas know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed
Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown
(Hook [Juvenile])
Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)
Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(";K-k-kick it!";)
Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
[Juvenile {talking}]
Step up!
Wherever the fuck you is, nigga
Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick
and hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga
(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)
Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is
You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face
Make it known you're beefin' with me
Know wh'I'm sayin'
Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide
Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigga
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., nigga, always on V.L.
We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin'
(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)
(";One! Two! Three! Kick it!";)

[Lil' Wayne]
What, what, what, what, what, what
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)
Look:
If I had the world, dog, I'd make hustlin' good
And if I could I'd put work every hustler's hood
[B.G.]
I can't lie - this world is scary to me
I carry two gats - you won't hear nobody buryin' me
[Juvenile]
None of my people would have to pay tax or bills
Even all the new niggas oughtta average a mill
[Mannie]
If I could change the score, we'd never hustle no more
And every bizite that I lizight 'll be like "whoa"
[Lil' Wayne]
And the police would be for here only for the old folks
So if we have a problem, we strap up and hold court
[B.G.]
If I could change it - man, if the world was mine
Nobody'd have to take nothin' 'cause we'd all shine
[Juvenile]
If I ruled the world, nigga wouldn't have no beef
It'll be a decline in the murder rate on the streets
[Baby]
If the world was mine we wouldn't need no killers
We'll put A/C in these project windows
[Lil' Wayne]
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)
Look - what, what, what, what, what
(Hook [Unplugged])
If I could change the world
I'd make it much better for you and me
I'd evince these hard times we've had, yeah
And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that?
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh
[Mannie]
Come on, let's do this shit - yo, my party don't quit
And every record Cash Money put out 'll be a hit
[Lil' Wayne]
I'd dig a ditch for the hatas, put 'em deeper with that
And I could murder a nigga and wouldn't spend a week in the pen
[B.G.]
Man, we'd all have houses, a half-a-block
We'd all be on chrome in a Benz drop-top
[Juvenile]
All the women would be big, fine with a cute face
And the children would be the kind that stay in they place
[Baby]
If the world was mine I'd unite my peeps
My mom and my dad would be in this world with me
[Lil' Wayne]
But if a nigga still trip, you can hit him with glock
And just to keep it real I'll bring back Biggie and Pac
[B.G.]
Man, we'd all get along - we'll be a family
That's just how it'll be if this world was for me
[Juvenile]
If I ruled the world, wouldn't be no politics
Blacks would have a lot of shit - that Bentley and that Prowler shit
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what, what, what, what, what
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)
Look - what, what, what, what, what
(Hook [Unplugged])
If I could change the world
I'd make it much better for you and me
I'd evince these hard times we've had, yeah
And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that?
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh
[Juvenile]
More blunts to smoke up on the streets with peace
Without a worry on our mind, not duckin' police
[Mannie]
If we could go back in time, you could have what's mine
That's for shig my nig - we ain't gotta slang that iron
[Lil' Wayne]
Play the block all day without runnin' and duckin'
And everybody drugs raw - they don't cut it with nothin'
[B.G.]
It ain't mine - I just gotta get it how I live
Can't question God on what He made a biz what it is
[Juvenile]
If I ruled the world, my family wouldn't fight
Everything in order - everybody all right
[Baby]
If the world was mine I'll still be grindin'
I'll flip big blocks for (?) and Bryan
[Lil' Wayne]
And if you move a hundred bricks, you get a Benz for free
Oh yeah, and Beyonce'll have twins for me
[B.G.]
Man, if this world was for the lil' B.G.
Everybody'd be straight, everybody'd live sweet - uh-huh
[Lil' Wayne]
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)
Look - what, what, what, what, what
(Hook-2x [Unplugged])
If I could change the world
I'd make it much better for you and me
I'd evince these hard times we've had, yeah
And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that?
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh
[Lil' Wayne]
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)

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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

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[B.G.]
Ah ha, look
You'll never see me hangin' from no tree
You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley
You'll never catch me broke on my ass
You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag
Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho
Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor
Never no more see me on a block with rocks
Stuffed in my 'Bauds: see two plastic glocks
You won't see me with this ride I rented or stole
Only when I'm in it if it's a two-triple-o
That's the new life for lil' B.G.
Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's
Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's
Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's
Change the paint on Excursions - drop her when we swervin'
Change the letter from Ford to Hot Boy, ya heard me
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next
[B.G.]
You'd see me pimpin' a Bentley, blunted out
In a Benz on my way to the line, stunted out
Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out
to the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth
You know it's very often you'd see
out in the streets, nigga flossin' like B.G.
When I do it, I do it like no one else
Chain fuck their vision up - got 'em hollerin' "help"
So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright
Nothin' less than ten karats 'll stop blue ice
Baguettes 'round the end - all in the middle: flooded
It's princess-cutted - can't do nothin' but love it
That's a example for "Hater, don't give me my props"
Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block
Fuck with me, your head missin' - the bitch gone
Body alone
Nigga, I'm tryin' to get my shine on
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
[B.G.]
Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten
But to me that ain't nothin' to spend
Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty
Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet
But the gear don't change: still wear Ree's, still wear 'Bauds
still wear T's - you know how it go
Now check this out: crib plushed out, worth about a mill
One on the water, one on the hill
Game don't change - still hustle to maintain
Ten stacks a month of bills to contain
Now, I'm "Bling Bling Slim" - you know him
Keep work stashed in all four of my rims
Two pearl glocks: one in my hand, one taped to the dash
'cause I gotta ride like that
Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper
'cause I wanna be - gotta be - number-one bling-blinger
(Hook [B.G.])
Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next
Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next
Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next
Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and timed Vettes
Uh-oh - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next
[B.G.]
Ah ha, ah ha
Ah ha
Ah ha, ah ha - didn't expect that (uh-uh)
Ah ha, ah ha - got your mind right (get it right and keep it right)
Nigga (What?)

[Mr. Ivan]
Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do mane
Say what'cha gotta say Wayne
[Lil' Wayne]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true
[Mr. Ivan]
This some true shit.
[First Verse-B.G.]
Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' ,
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'
Pussy ass
You know you can't survive,
You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my list
A P-poppin' bitch no disresp
P-Poppin' bitch no disresp
P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth
But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", 'cause a "G" not down wit jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play,
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
'cause I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk,
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax,
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,
Real pussies in the can
[Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.
[Verse Two-B.G.]
Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'!
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'cause oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha,
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad 'cause Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them niggas be rappin', very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up
[Third Verse-B.G.]
At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin',
'cause I'm comin', start duckin', 'cause I'm bustin', and pluckin'
Fuck it
Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch,
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM
When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em
And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it,
Hard rolled and fake it,
Niggas best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick
That's enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine
Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry,
This is another part of that fuckin' true story
[4th Verse-B.G.]
Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
'cause in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game 'cause you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on

[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to do me
This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya
[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some fuckin clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight
But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know I'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you fuckin heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin serve
A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash
When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on
So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet

[First Verse-Tec-9]
I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten
Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha
Went through the 17th and couldn't even find ya
Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you'z a hoe
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me
I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C
You bitches better keep my name out'cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't no blame on what I do ya
'cause I'ma fuck over you
Now what's up? 'cause I don't think you ready to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud
Them bitches P-N-C, I leave'em in a pool of blood
Partners-N-Crime, y'all some bitches, y'all some snitches
You stupid clown, Chuck got'cha riches
[2nd Verse-B.G.]
Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
'cause in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game 'cause you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
>From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope best believe it's on
[Chorus-Tec-9]
Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but bitches
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick
[Chorus-Lil Wayne]
Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes
[Chorus-B.G.]
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, BIATCH!
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse-Lil' Wayne]
Say "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah you thought it was funny
When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money
You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin'
Try to rep on that Local 580
You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded
They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that Local 580
Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil' Slim, and Baby
They put that whole CMR all up in they rap
They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat
So let's show them wannabes what we made of nigga
Try to knock a B.G., I'ma spray a nigga
Swear to God you was hard, but you don't want none of me
'cause I'm a little-bitty killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall, see I ain't with that boy
'cause all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off
Somethin' proper, I will make you droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it
It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?
While they was busy doin' the Hike and Eddie Bow'n
I'ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down
'cause I'ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and I'm bout it
Nigga you know you not bout it,
Come around my way I'ma have to get ROWDY
[4th Verse-B.G.]
Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin' shit
But when drama time come they scared to do it
Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic
Say it in my face, be a man, and let's fight
Take it to the street with a real baby G
I'ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet
I ain't bout none of that playin' or assholin'
Nigga I'm splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid
Light up through ya hoe, I'ma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, 'cause I heard about'cha
In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha
So let me get that out'cha bitch,
I'ma run in your shit, 'cause I'm a 13th nigga and I'm bout it

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

[B.G.]
Come on, man (buck with me)
Let's do this here (buck with me)
If you confused, I'm called B.G.
I fear no one - fade me
Step if you want - it's on you
Just keep in mind I warned you
Look here - I'm young, dog
Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers
Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real
And I live my life - kill or be killed
I hold it down no matter what
For my soldierettes and true thugs
Don't think for once 'cause I got change I changed
Geezy gon' be the same
Never gon' disrespect the game
Never will flip out 'cause I got fame
My dogs in the hood handlin' business
Then throw your sets up - come on, represent
Uh-huh
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To my thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
[B.G.]
I'm off the porch and for all the
hustlers, jackers, murderers, and ballers
I hold it down for my biznite - they ain't scared to give head
They gotta get this
My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop
My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks
My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things
My hot girls who bring work on a airplane
My street-smart thugs who know how to think
And throw the Feds off and put 'em on a train
Can't forget thugs who be shinin', doin' they thing
Ears, neck, wrists, and hand hollerin' *bling*bling*
That's the ones who the B.G. represent
Bustas, at all, can't feel this
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
[B.G.]
Man, it's the B.G. (B.G.) (Uh-huh)
Gotta represent the hood (Represent) (Gotta)
The thugs, and the soldierettes
Baby, busy Bubba: number-one stunna
Wheezy, Juve, Turk: my Cash Money brothers
My whole clique keep it real at all times
My whole clique rock platinum at all times
Bentley's, Benzes, and Hummers we stay pushin'
Comin' down the block if everybody just lookin'
You gotta respect how we came through the game twistin'
Left it rearranged and left 'em shoutin', "Bling bling!" (Bling)
You know now how we do
You know now that we fools
We all 'bout our bitches
If it mean goin' back to slingin' chickens
If it mean bein' gatted
If it mean slip on masks
Hustlers and thugs know what's up
So come on - throw your sets up
(Hook [B.G.])
This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin'
Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged
To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella
Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar
[B.G.]
I keep it real
I keep it real
And if you're real you feel what I feel
I keep it real
I keep it real
And if you're real you feel what I feel
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood all over and it's all good
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood all over and it's all good
This for the thugs (for the thugs)
This for the soldierettes (soldierettes)
This for everybody all over out the project
This for the thugs (for the thugs)
This for the soldierettes (soldierettes)
This for everybody all over out the project
Buck with me (Buck with me)
Bounce with me (Bounce)
Buck with me (Buck)
Bounce with me (Bounce)

[Talking]
Wusup, nigga off top (off top)
Man, B.G. be hustlin' ya heard me (Hustlin')
I be grindin' and fuck the Police (Grindin') (Fuck 'em)
I don't give a fuck bout them
Look
[B.G.]
I'ma lil' nigga that will down you
Let off fifty rounds at you and
If you fake I don't want to be no where around you
I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real nigga and
Believe I'd never get caught without my steel nigga
You want beef with me, I'ma do ya somethin' wrong
I'ma empty seventeenth bullets straight off in yo dome
I'ma Hot Boy, recognize or get chastised
Disrespect my mind, if ya want, ya gone die
Cause it's like that, only way I know
How to play it, I'm all ready
Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds
So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all O's
Sell 'em for six, to let my cliental roll
Buy four more ki's sell two, and sit on two
Cause I heard, through the wind, they got a draught comin' through
I'ma hit me a lick off in that UPT
Tax them nigga's I want thirty a ki
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Nigga I'm thugged out
You wanna find me, I'm hustlin'
In the drug house, If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love nigga
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun nigga
Click, ready to bust nigga, click I'm thugged out
[B.G.]
All I know how to do is thug , hustle, and kill a nigga
If I gotta, if I don't know ya, don't trust ya
Shit's in me to be a rider,
Assault Riffles I got 'em
Stacked up in the closet
If ya out of line I'ma stop ya
Ch-Ch-Ch Chop Ya!
You know me, I'm off the block,
On my side keep a Glock,
Find me in a corner house, runnin' a Quarter Shop
Police got my picture, on they dash try'na catch me
But fuck, they can kiss my ass, I'm bout Feddi
Thugin' is all I remember that I've been doin'
Every since I came out the womb, I've been booin'
Runnin' with straight killers, guerillas, and real niggas
It's kill or be killed with me, you know the deal nigga
My price stay right, that's why my shop stay hot
Whatever ya spend, ya gonna double it off top
Ain't nothin' in this World, you bout I ain't bout
B.G. is gonna be forever thugged out
[Chorus-2x]
[B.G.]
Told you before, I'm bout trigger play
So you can come my way,
If ya want, get a clip, emptied in yo face
I'ma donkey nigga, you don't want me nigga
To tie you up, and throw you off, in my trunk-e nigga
Call yo wootay's let 'em know I'ma keep ya nigga
To they cough up sixty gee's my nigga
That's how it go, cause if the shoes
Was on the other feet, nigga wouldn't hesitate
To snatch me, and call B, so fuck that
I gotta Get It How I Live and
In this bloody streets, that I live on it's real
So I gotta play it raw, cause only the strong survive
So it's a must I sell them first, and grab them thing's and ride
If I don't, nigga gonna jump in they shit and smash out
Try'na catch me slippin' and leave Geezy ass out
But it ain't gone happen cause believe I know how to think
I'ma shoot a whole in yo boat first, before mine sank
[Chorus-2x]
[Talking]
Click, click, nigga like me be thugged out
Ya heard me, hustlin' , grindin' , try'na get mine
All these pussy ass niggas Baller Blockin'
Ch-Ch Check Mate, lay down partner
Ya heard me, I'ma put ya six feet off tiggedy
Nigga, Ca$h Money nigga for life, you know who I am
Ya heard me, you know Hot Boy$ my fam
Off tops, Big Tymer$ nigga uhh
Thuged Out, hustlin, goin' to that corner house
Right up the street ya heard me, quarters, dope, weed

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling
[Verse 2]
Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping
swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank
we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches
buy some t-shit with pictures
for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga
bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga
Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga
I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke nigga
Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga
but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million
so I do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat
I ain't goin to stop that late better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't facing in my heart
I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that
Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
All 17 come up out the glock
Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese

Chorus
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
{B.G.}
I get that noise out these busters anything I ride
It's gonna have TV's in chrome on it wood inside
I got a variety of cars I can drive in
I'm B. G. whatever it is I'm gonna shine in
I don't be slipping' I'm on the issue believe me
Top of the line rollie on my wrist when ya see me
I want to be chauffeured in a Bentley
Haters can't take that so they plottin' to flip me
But I'm goon shake that a million dollars
I'm try's make that these baler blacken' rookies
They hate that i don't wear nothing' cheap
From my head to my feet
Twenty on my wrist ten on my cash money piece
You can't help but hear my name ringin' on the streets
From gettin' my ball on to Nelly and old lady
You can try to look through my grill and get blinded playa
All week long I like to shine playa
Chorus
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
{B. G. }
Juvenile gave me a ride to the drop top cut dog
Let's creep downtown I know some girls
Who gon twerk dog keep yo phone on
Round eight I'm a call we gon click up
Drop it off in these broads draws
They only want to see a hot boy
Break 'em down I'm a represent
Because I'm from that Uptown
Plug get iced up do what ya gon do den
Let's split because it's goin' down on
Infrared and Washington I follow you in the Suburb
With the fifth rim chrome grill wood range stern wheel
Baby Gangsta is worth six figures plus
I'm thinkin' about a Lexus Truck For Christmas
I'm a put TV's in both of the head rest's
Women live to please me I can't say I'm not blessed
Fresh look what rap got us
Look what rap don bought us
We followin' each other on two big body's
On boulders
Chorus
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
{B. G. }
I'm gettin' my ball on like I'm in the NBA
Hustle for a mil I do dat everyday
Me and my whole click we just shinnin'
House's and fancy car's all Big Tymers just buyin'
Lyin' to these broads because we got it like that
Black on black army truck we ridin' like that
None of us want beef black brother's gettin' rich
We always follow this model trick's ain't it
Baby don't like to brag but he just bout a Jag
Ferriah, and Lambergine with TV and stash
That thing there fast and it's off the hook
We don't carry cash we all tot a check book
Leavin' haters in the dust competition shook
Step aside on yo own or wootay ya get pushed
Chorus
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
Get yo shine on playa
Get Get Get yo shine on playa
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches
Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

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

[B.G.]
I try to maintain keep my head straight
But my surroundin' Niggas want half weight
So what the fuck all I see iz niggas heads peeled
I ain't got to many postive relatives people
Try to tell me right from wrong but man I think
I'm grown I ain't resepctin no nigga cuz my daddy gone
I'm on my own so let me be the B.G. I'm gonna be
Its an possiabilty I might see a key off Valence
Street all I want is green in my hand I ain't gonna
Say nothin' because shit doesn't always go as planned
I'm gonna do what I do wit my hustlin cuz I know
Somewhere out here they got a mill I'm gonna get it
I ain't waitin on the bitch to come to me
If that's the case I be waitin til eternity
I'ma struggle and strive drink some wine
Doin bad thas fine I got my hand on my nine
You bests believe I'm goin to get mine
You can take this to the bank nigga I'm gonna die tryin
Chorus: B.G.
Playa can't be played
Playa niggas sittin around waitin on shit to happen
but if ya want somethin do what ya got to do, Gee out chea
and make yo shit come through playa
[B.G.]
I gots to get mine I'm out for me
Nobody worryin' bout dis little B.G.
I'm gonna get my hustle on I'm in it to win it
I ain't my own Man sittin' round dependin'
I'm The next Nigga to take care of me
Thas weak I wouldn't be showin' responsibility
I'm gonna handle my own weight wit my own skills
Make my own mill backed up by The next nigga grill
Build me an hand hand I'm gonna play it right
To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight
One way or another success is in my future
If Ya talk stupid playa hatin' Im a mute ya
I'm gonna struggle till I make it sustle till I make it
I know I'm gonna make it because I'm Tru to the game
No fakin' niggas wonderin why they Can't stop dis B.G.
Standin 5'11 weighin 153 from the streets goin full speed
To the stars nigga layin down raw smokin big phat cigars
Nigga I got my hands on my nine I told ya
Take this to the bank nigga I'm gonna die tryin
Chorus
[B.G.]
Nigga I'm all bout da paper been a hustler for life
Always lay down and get mine even if I got to hang all night
It's like they got to wait for you, they got to wait for me
If I got to bust in disgust I'm gonna provide for the B.G.
I got this million dollar talent and it's all in my mind
I'm gonna work it overtime, I gots to get mine
I hit the block wit real niggas, block cock wit real niggas
Goin' to the top wit real niggas you get chopped from real niggas
I got skills for double platium I'm an habbit like dat
I pack my gat wit nine put my mac for nine niggas flat on dey back
Sellin crack for nine I'm tryin to make somethin
Shake get a big break I ain't fake
I got two choices rap or slang yay
It's cool because i'm a real nigga all about da mail
Get the scale weigh the yay got eleven for sale
Belive I don't mind dyin' make a million
I'm tryin stuck in the hood nigga out to get mine

[B.G.]
Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind
Trying to come up I need every single dime
5, 9, 6, 51, 09
Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance and a little g
Alfred, Onry and Billy
Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree
So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet
Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me
Run it through the one and only staller
It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller
4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you
And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew
I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas
Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger
I just busted B on his 200 g's
He called DC and order 20 more keys
I got K-C and Sam running on his brother
In pewee running in the U.P.T.
3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD
We got it all, so show us the 17
The B.G. is on top of Shacollars
Dream came true by becoming a young baller
Chorus:
Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me
I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T.
[B.G.]
Shits getting fleded, I got mine
A niggas trying to take it
It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb
It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it bust your shit
Now some rookies trying to show me up
Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me
I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me
Act to flack of the 3 OD
Clowns should've done what they did to me
Bust hollow tips slugs
And they nasty ass
Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash
100 g's, wit ease, nigga please
What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese
I learned from the best, had to pass the test
Ain't nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest
Fuck wit me and you gonna learn
And you gonna get snuck, motherfucker what's up
Ballers walk me out all night
And kibblers dogs with silly ass falls
I'm slippin, how you figure nigga
It takes street smarts to be a young baller
Chorus
[B.G.]
Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese
Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees
I'm coming through your house with the glocs
Do whatcha got, I got a chopper
I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters
I'm always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers
I'm hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta
I'm the nigga you can't trust, I'm a fuck ya
Seein niggas comin down from Cali
They say "yay" it's 4:00 friday
They come and serve some people a couple of keys
I gotta hits it, I don't know, they gotta leave
Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree
At the tele, they gonna get buried
I already got it, straight down flat
Run in and out, click clack of packs
4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play
I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways
I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping
It's open, so lets bust the town open
B.G. turns to stand taller
Picture all there is, is teenage ballers
Chorus

* [Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)]
[M.F.] Wuz up?
[B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin')
B.G. 'bout to run it
[M.F.] B.Geezy in here
[B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke--
([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) –-and loaded?

Who put this shit together
I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that
Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at
Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-shit
They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit
But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way
Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray
Mark Nell L.T. and me made niggas lay on they face
We was about that gunplay and on the grind
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from
Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from
Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous
They lock us up but the jail aint changin' us
You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dyin'
Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga
(Chorus) 2x
Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga
Its a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister spinnin'
Don't get caught in it
Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
Jackin' is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road
I move fast my people say I need ta slow down
Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks
Playin' my hoes close
They tied up like a rope
I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill
Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field
Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real
My mama cryin' cuz she think I'ma get my head bust
But I tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough
Welfare aint enough
And I wanna shine
So I'm goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa
(Chorus) 2x
Me and my niggas buyin' cars don't give a fuck what its costin'
Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin'
Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often
We ballin'
Shot callin'
Walkin' to the top
And when we get there believe we closin' shop
I'm lettin' my law down makin' Gs nigga
I done been through them hard times I'm makin' chesse nigga
Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
Fade me the B.G. pretty please nigga
I'm a six figure
Money go-getter
Drivin' expedition
Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position
Riches is what I'm chasin' everyday nigga
Killin' bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
Tryin' ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind nigga
Stackin' gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me

* Please send all corrections to typist
[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it
When it comes to guns, I'm one of the best
Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest
I've been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt
At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work
I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya
I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya
Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play
Have your family grievin', singin' "Amazin' Grace"
And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya
I'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga
Bustin' heads ain't nothin' to me - I've been doin' it
And if you're smart you don't want trouble with me
If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it
I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker
[B.G.]
Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off
'Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I'ma show off
Your head definitely gon' get blowed off
I have no conscience at all
I continue to get my roll on
Murder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I know
Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know
I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit
I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick
Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon
Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11
Ever since that, I fell in love with guns
Saved my allowance for a month and got me one
My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on
Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home
Now, if you want drama, I don't hesitate to bring it
I up that AK-47 and start to sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
[B.G.]
When it's on my mind, I'm ready for whatever, nigga
I'ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga
Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there to tear down the whole street
B.G. don't play no games, I'm 'bout sprayin'
When you see me, all you gon' see is "flucka-flucka-flame!!"
Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around
People sayin', "That had to be a nigga from uptown."
When I'm lose, I'm lose - when I'm strapped, I'ma use it
'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot it
I'ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows
I only put hollow tips in my barrel
You wanna battle - nigga, I'ma bring noise
I got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boy, and a-
(Hook [B.G.])
-gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker
[B.G. {talking}]
Nigga, checkmate
Nigga, checkmate!

[B.G.]
Nigga gonna respect my cliq, us chaos
Once it's on, nigga you can't duck us
Motherfuckers, if you score from us,
Don't trust us
If you think about it
We made niggaz you can touch us
You bustas will want cliq in a sec
We need everything wet
Don't give a fuck about what you said
It's off the rilla my nigga
Contracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillas
From George Washington to Ben Franklin
I'm spankin with my motherfuckin bankin
If you thinkin I'm fuckin wit this top ranker
And a murder
You a heavy drinker and I'll serve ya
Bitch nigga
Getcha getcha getcha gettin cool nigga
Strap up, and do what you gotta do nigga
I know you know, it's all on you nigga
Watch me I'm dirty and don't play by the rules
I respect it's do or die nigga
And I'mma do it till I die, cuz I'm a rida
That coc that girl, I tried her
I can't deny her, cuz I like that fire
Black connection is the shit
U.P.T. respect it bitch, it's the gangsta cliq
[Chorus]
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That calio bout some gangsta gangsta shit
Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit
[B.G.]
Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent
Be full of that dope and full tent
I'm serving coc by the whole bird
My shit ain't water without 7 g's bout a bird
Play hard and get that serve
You know for sure that you heard
I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys
I give props to my world
What you want on your tombstone
Your pathetic boy, oh it's on in the dirty south
You can't afford hitting your dome in his own
Hang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boy
Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. it's B.G.
Record company CMB
Thugs wanna come up and see
Da magnolia, the mel boys
CP3, I warned you, we're outlaws
You can't see me
I come without a stummer
The drivers think I'm done
I'm second to none
Get full of them blunts
My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em
The big man got jacket with my team on em
You get it, I'll get with em and split em
Yeah, I did em, we done em, I'mma go uptown and rum em
[Chorus] w/ variations
[B.G.]
Bitch me, my whole town nigga
Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound nigga
I'm a hound
I hunt niggas down quietly
I smash a potatoe on my knee and pass out
A young gangsta spank ya off the top
Left you to hang the crop without all props
Do you ever hear
That nigga is a fool
One with me, twos I use, you lose
Killas I hang wit
We feel smart now
You ain't shit
Trying to get wit me, you see me
No nigga can do it
Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it
I get low down a dirty
Off with ya head, ol dirty
All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz
Till elevated tanger
I'mma switin west hanger
Crack slanger, neck splitted
Kool Aid gripper
I'm here to deal wit cha, I can't forget cha
If you beefin, then I'm creepin on ya
Watch your back cuz, I'll put that streetsweeper on ya
If you gonna bust back, you better ask out
I'll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp

First Verse:
Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line
Do it I'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth,
Both cliques can't live, somebody gotta see dirt,
What makes you think I'ma let'cha ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes shit worse
Believe I'm comin', a hundred in the drum and,
I don't spanked somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
Bitch niggas runnin',
Cable is comin',
That's what'cha get THINK I ain't bout nothin',
You done been showed, brains blowed,
You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'
Chorus:
You think I ain't gone split a wig? Think again,
You guessin' and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin', think again
You think I ain't gone split a wig? Think again,
You guessin' and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin', think again
Second Verse:
I'ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
I'ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
I'ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I'ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
I'ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin' over,
I'ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
I'ma roller nigga, you can't predict me,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you can't know me,
I come hard with 'tillery four deep,
Remember I tear down both sides of the street,
Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money B.G.,
Ain't no sleep if you beef with me,
I'll let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep,
I'll be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'
Chorus
Third Verse:
Don't think I'm lame, don't judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne,
You can't explain, you wanna be hard don't whine,
I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say I'ma bitch you'll leave me wet
I can't believe you believe I take death threats,
You're wrong Wootay, you're absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootay, your seventeen damagin' health,
That's another spankin' completed under my belt,
Your Mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son done been left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for Doctors to help,
It's All On U, you brought that issue on yourself,
Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'
Chorus

featuring Juvenile, Turk
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 thats how its 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 cuz 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

[Spoken: BG]
Oh it's on now, still on now
Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy
And in the same place
[BG]
Washington and Ferret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin
We on 17's stun'n, the second lines comin
The hot girls ow, the Hot Boy$ loud
We in top of the line cars uptown boys, wow
For 17, ridin flier than ya daddy
Play a differentcar everyday, ya daddy in the Caddy
The F-E-Ds smashed me
Picture they thought they had me
BG shinin so hard that they tryin to harrass me
But they let me go, cause we way ahead, 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, F150 Friday, Saturday
50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me
Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home
All week I gotta get my shine on
[Chorus]
Get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long, I'ma get mine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
The haters need to know the world is my own (2x)
[Baby]
Now all these cars and all these broads
Playa, I'm bout to get my shine on
Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tap
Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap
I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here
And take another broad on V.L. to do this year
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 independently than a major nigga done went gold
I got a million dollar gang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece
And quick to lil freak on these satin silk sheets
Now playa, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5
If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly
BG got a F-1-5-Oh, Mannie Fresh got a Suburban on mo-moes
Now me Baby, a big body Benz
Expedition, my black cat and my Hummer my friend
Now I could change a car for everyday of the week
And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat
Eleven 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.
Now I ain't no rapper
Playa, I'm a game spitter
Ten Gs a show
That's the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Now do ya have more riches
Than the sea got fishes
Can you do more broads, than the Feds got snitches
See, I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
Gettin head, shake a Fed with a phone in my hand
See a playa 'gon shine, what you see, it's mines
Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine
Woodgrain, Hummer, hoodrat dumber
Hot Boys got toys, number one stunners
I know you piss-ants 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 syrup wit the lean, bend it up
Ball 'til I fall, that's the job playa
Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one rhyme sayer
[Chorus]
[BG]
I like to look good, be shy, on my side keep my nine on
Playa haters wanna spill ya when ya get your shine on
But none of 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 homes
B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
So I could get my roll on
I know my rounds 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 girls school tuition
If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin
Face the ballistics, we got it like dat, we earned it liked dat
Worked for it like dat, so we could shine like dat
Get my shine on 7 days a week
After the click blew, I just pooped up in the F150
Cash Money brothas, we brothas like no other
Click thicker than peanut-butter

[Intro: B.G. Talking]
What's hapnin mayne ( what's hapnin )
Say, I got my game up
You know what I'm sayin so
I need ya'll to get ya'll game up
You know what I'm sayin
If you ridin 20s I want you to go on do 24s
You know what I'm sayin
If you got a pinky ring on one pinky
You know what I'm sayin
Go head slap a pinky on the other pinky
You know what I'm sayin
If you got 5 karats in your watch
Go on head on and put 10 karats in there, mayne
Help me to get ya game up
Get ya game up
Ya heard me
[Verse 1: B.G.]
If you know me than you know I'm a beast
If you know me than you know I don't be lyin when I tell ya I gotta cheat
If you know me than you know I'm a G
If you don't want your ol lady to get fucked don't bring her around me
Man, I'm hotter than you ever will be
Dawg I'm realer, just cooler, so smoother than you ever could be
I always put the hood in my rap
Cause I ride through the trap, no strap, hoe face in my lap
I'm a man I be holdin my own
Disrespect me if you want and I could promise you a whole in ya dome
I'm off the block when they play for keeps
And I was taught don't ride wit a nigga who ain't solid wit me
You got somethin to say then say it to me
Don't talk behind my back, be a man homie brang it to me
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up
[Chorus: B.G]
Get ya game up
Nigga get ya game up
If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up
Get ya game up
Nigga get ya game up
If it cost less than 10 then put ya chain up
Get ya weight up
Nigga get ya weight up
You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up
Get ya weight up
Nigga get ya weight up
You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I went from broke to rich
Rich to back do'
Broke then back to gettin 20 thousand a show
I went from weed to dope
Dope to speed ballin'
Cleaned myself for me I'm a fuckin moneyholic
Hoes just love how I carry myself
I look in the mirror sometimes and wanna marry myself
I be lookin when a nine got this swag to myself
Most of it came from my daddy, a lil' Slim left
I'm a fool from the UPT
When I ask Hot Girls, What it do
They say do it to me
I'm official anywhere on the globe
I could travel around the world in 30 days with 30 different hoes
Man, I'm back and I'm outta control
Man, I'm floodin the bank until they see they can't hold no mo'
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: B.G.]
I ain't a mobbster, but Gizzle is made
I'm a tell ya, real niggas respect the game
Bustas feel played
Real niggas can go in hood
Cause real niggas do what they want, bustas do what they could
On the real, I'm like the law of the streets
I could pull up, hop out, and leave my keys in the car on the streets
Nigga know what come behind fuckin wit me
Mo' murder, mo' kill, mo' headbussin' fuckin wit me
So I advise you to stay on your level
Niggas stay in your place
Be smart just stay out the way
Dawg, just stay in your league
Cause it's a lot of lions, tigers, and bears
Runnin through these trees
And believe, I'm the king of the jungle
I'm the coach of the team
I can't mess wit the scope and a beam
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin', start paper chasin' and get ya game up

[Intro:]
Wisha, wisha, wisha wannnn
It's B Gizzle (Heard me)
(Cut the music up, Ya that's good)
Too Hood 2 Be Hollywood (Bet something, shoot something)
One of the realest niggas ever don't it, right chyea, live and in living color
(I know you ain't gon do nothing, get em)
[Verse 1: B.G.]
It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto pass
I'm reppin nigga, take a flight to them other land
I fear God only, never fear another man
It's never one hustle, I always got a backup plan
It ain't no secret I can tell ya bout the gutta man
I'm a write a book on how to come out the struggle man
Now come through, you know what's in them dufflebags
A lot of gats, a lot of cash, and some ski masks
You know my street pass, it been certified
Stop lying I'm a g you been hear about
Stop repping, you a pussy I been a heard of you
You playin with a gangsta homie then murder you
Oh you lookin for me, but the homie lookin for you
Have yo people wearing a rest in peace shirt of you
My reputation on the block been A-1
I'm the same in, nigga I been since day
[Chorus: Lil Wayne (Trey Songz)]
I said bet somethin, shoot somethin
You just talking I know you ain't gon do nothin
Pussy nigga (ya heard me?)
If you got something to lose, you gon lose something unless you do something
So (ya heard me?)
Gotta use what you've learned, to receive what you've earned
Make sure (ya heard me)
Real niggas do real things and there's a lot of real niggas in the game
I know you heard me
You say (ya heard me), I say (ya heard me), He say (ya heard me),
I know you heard me, she say (ya heard me), everybody like it when I say (ya heard me)
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
You got a lot of nerve
They talkin a lot of hurt
Only round yo homies, when I'm round you know, not a word
I'm a heathen that fights for what he believes in, and I ain't got no plans on leaving till I get even
Salt and pepper, nigga I'm seasoned for any reason
The day you want something with Juve, come on and see him
My G ain't gon allow me to lose, I'm busting shots back as soon as you niggas move
Eww, I'm not a fan of fools that's why I got attitude
Runnin your mouth to me, I'm a try to get at a dude
Don't even have a tool, what is you tryna prove
Gon head and choose ya [? ], cause I'm a shoot
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
N.O. On my fitted, I'm commited to my city
Anything I will commit it just to show that I'm commited
Commit it then get aquitted
Aye Gizzle let me get em, Gizzle let me get em
Eat em up and shit em (ha)
And ain't no explanation for this damn insanity
I'm a monster like I'm part of the Adams Family
And some say I am old, but I'm new to a few
And I'm blessed... esh you
I came to get me and I got you
And I'm so me and I'm not you
And even if you get married you could'nt do what I do
Now let me get high off my drug scandals
Lifes a gamble...

(feat. 5th Ward Weebie)
[Intro]
Unh yeah
Waaaaaaaaaaannnhh (Come on)
Yaaaaaaay (oh)
It's B. Gizzle (Yaaaaay)
5th Ward Wizzle
Uh huh (Yeah)
We gon make these hoes break a sweat with this one here, ya know what I'm
talking bout look (Yaaaaay)
Say, whoa this one here was meant to be, come on, come on, let's roll
[Chorus: 5th Ward Weebie]
I need a, need a, need a big fine woman who can work dat ass
She pretty in the face but she can work dat ass
A do it baby, stick girl, move that ass
Girl you know all the thangs I can do that ass (Yaaaaay)
'Cause I'm rollin
Before I hit you from the back, I need a trojan
Uh she rollin, uh I'm rollin
Before I hit you from the back, I need a trojan (Oh)
[B.G.]
Look at that girl right there, she got some back on her
How can she walk around with all that ass on her
Damn, she got me tweakin for real
I don't rover tonight, I might pop a half of a pill, on the low
I'm hot (hot hot), Man I'm flaming for real
I love pussy, but I love to put this thang in ya grill
Chopper City like 'em short, Chopper City like 'em tall
Chopper City'll line them hoes up and fuck 'em all
My dog Weebie make them hoes catch the wall with it
And walkdy, walk, walk, walkdy walk with it
Say girl, get loose, back it up, break it down
Let me see if you can impress a nigga from uptown
Bitch stop stuntin, won't ya break a nigga off
Bitch stop stuntin, gon take it all off
Bitch stop stuntin, let me open up them walls
And if ya period down, go head and jack a nigga off
[Chorus]
[5th Ward Weebie]
Won't ya pop that booty girl, shake dat ass
Do what ya do, I see ya moving
Pop it for Weebie and Doogie
She wobble like a model, but she probably be a juvie
I told her I can't holla, we too busy shootin movies (Yaaaaaay)
'Cause I'm rollin, rollin
Got a blue naked lady I'm holdin, holdin
Put ya thumbs in the air, representin for Soulja
I see a fine model, yeah she out that Nolia
She shake it like a dog
Wobble on the wall
Twurk it how she twurk it
While she work it, girl ya body picture perfect
Uh bend it over fa me, let me tickle ya middle
Girl, I'm rollin up a half so I love you a little
Bring it back fa me baby, bring it back baby
That round thang ya movin, gimme dat baby
Bring it back fa me baby, bring it back baby
That round thang ya movin, gimme dat baby
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
You don't know, ask somebody, they'll tell ya I'm the truth
I can't get pussy-whipped, my dick is pussy-proof
I see ya lookin at me, ya see me lookin at you
Fuck mind-fuckin each other, hot girl what it do
Break bread or fake dead, I ain't with horse-playin
I'm tryna fuck ya till when you get up ya can't stand
Damn, where ya learn to do it like that
I ain't neva seen a bitch make dat ass Nolia Clap
[5th Ward Weebie]
If a bitch in da club we fuckin
Me and Gizzle got money, bitch a hundred ain't nothin
I'm lookin at for that good joog, good mouth big ol' titties
So I can been ya ass over for dat Cocoa Crispy
Sets 4-5 got 'em rollin on the floor
While 6th Ward Crooked keep it rollin in that throat
I'm 5th Ward Weebie, not Webbie
The motherfuckin bounce king bitch, don't forget it, Ya heard me

featuring Big Tymers
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

There is a chance I could be losing you
Gotta let my love surround you
Can't go down without a fight
And I won't hurt you girl, I promise you
It's the pain , I'm living for you
It's a broken dream but I still adore you
Why , why ,when the feelings gone
(you can't explain, we live in sun, we live in rain)
Free me or leave me
I will always forgive you
For you are my moments and you are my hours
Forever I live you
Love me or lose me
You will be my desire
There ain't nobody taking this heart that you're breaking
And no one can take me no higher
There is a reason why this world is round
There's a fire all around you
I'm just following the light
I'll never be the one to make you cry
It's the tears I'm crying for you
I'm a broken man but I still adore you
Why , why when the women's gone
(you can't explain, we live in sun, we live in rain)
Free me or leave me
I will always forgive you
For you are my moments and you are my hours
Forever I live you
Love me or lose me
You will be my desire
There ain't nobody taking this heart that you're breaking
And no one can take me much higher
Free me or leave me
I will always forgive you
For you are my moments and you are my hours
Forever I live you
Love me or lose me
You will be my desire
There ain't nobody taking this heart that you're breaking
And no one can take me much higher

Trill is when you're hustlin', trill is when you're grindin'
Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin'
Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team, run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin' after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
Yeah, I'm all about the cheese baby, all about the cheddar
When it come to ghetto grindin' can't nobody do it better
A real go-getter, never hesitate to hit a lick
I don't have to even make a phone call to get a brick
Ya find lieutenant on ya Sidewalk Two
At code fo'-twenty-fo', he know just what to do
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep to keep them haters, one step behind me
Ain't nothin' changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out
'Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty
Commandin' respect and demandin' click loyalty
If you ain't down with freein' Pimp C, then fuck all y'all
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall
Trill is when you're hustlin', trill is when you're grindin'
Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin'
Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team, run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin' after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code
In the city where greed and envy make ya heart turn cold
At 17 years old, I was ahead of my time
I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper
I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters
I trained for chess moves, I'm five steps ahead
I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread
I'm rollin' 5 9, it's the home of the crack sales
That South Lee block got more cookies than Snackwells
I snatch you up like eatin' shrimp, don't contest do not attempt
You crossed the line, no turnin' back
We'll leave you naked like Larry Flynt
With young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars
Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin' barre
Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy thangs
We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings
Trill is when you're hustlin', trill is when you're grindin'
Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin'
Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team, run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin' after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
If you know me, then you know I'm a G
If you know me, then you know
I'm gon' run through a hundred bricks a week
If you know me, then you know I'm a dawg
If you know me, then you know I get a package and I fly 'til it's gone
If you know me, then you know I'm a fool
If you know me, then you know I'll punish you if you fuck with the dude
If you know me, then you know I'm a man
If you know me, then you know I keep a plan
To keep some money in my hand
If you know me, then you know I'll bleed
You don't know me, ask somebody
They'll tell you wodie mean what he said
If I huff it, ain't no doubt I'ma spread
I'ma cock and bust, since 13 I been droppin' my nuts
I'm online for new artists in Florida
Got a bitch that'll drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas
You ain't know, better ask your bitch
Paul Wall, Bun B, B.G. is as trill as it get
Trill is when you're hustlin', trill is when you're grindin'
Trill is when you punch in that clock overtimin'
Trill is when you keep it real one hundred percent
And hold it down for your team, run your game full sprint
Trill is when you never fake, trill is when you real
Chasin' after dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it

CHORUS:
AND IF DO DREAM I DREAM YOUR LIKE
PINK AND GREEN AND WHITE
BLUE AND GRAY AND LIGHT
AND IF I DO WISH
I WISH YOUR RIGHT
RIGHT HERE BY MY SIDE
LIKE THE PINK AND GREEN AND WHITE
THE COLOUR OF MY DREAMS TONIGHT
THE COLOUR OF MY DREAMS TONIGHT
THE COLOUR OF MY DREAMS
THE COLOUR OF MY DREAMS
WHEN YOU FALL IN A DEEP SLEEP
LET ME BE THE ONE THAT YOU SEEK
MAKE YOU DREAM PLEASANT THINGS
THOUGHTS OF LOVE AS ANGELS SING
MAKE YOU SEE A CLEAR BLUE DAY
WATCH THE SUN SHINE OUR WAY
AS I HOLD YOU NEAR
MAKE YOU FEEL NO SIGNS OF FEAR
BUT ONLY TREASURE THE PLEASURE
WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER
NOW WE'LL NEVER BE APART
BUT SHARE ONE HEART
I WANNA BE YOUR GUIDING LIGHT
BE THE ONE YOU FEEL IS RIGHT
WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR ALL
GIRL
I'LL BE THE ONE TO CALL
CHORUS
FLY YOU TO A PLACE RARELY SEEN
BREATHE THE AIR SMELL OF SPRING
AS YOU TAKE MY HAND
WE'LL TAKE A WALK
THROUGH MILES OF WHITE SAND
TAKE A LOOK OUT AT HE SEA
ENJOY THE VIEW OF HARMONY
ROLL IN TALL GREEN GRASS
AND MAKE THE MOMENT LAST FOREVER
AND ONE MORE DAY
AS WE KISS AND WE PLAY
SHOWING COLOURS OF LOVE
THAT KIND OF LOVE YOUR DREAMING OF
WATCH THE SUN
SHINE BRIGHT AS FLOWERS
BLOOM FROM THE LIGHT
BUT WHEN IT CLEARS
I HOPE TO BE NEAR
MY DEAR

[B.G.]
Weakness nigga...
...I hit the block +Thugged Out+, straight holdin' it down
I'ma hustla, 'bout my money, That's How I Get Down
Nigga betta +Clear Da Set+, when I come 'round
It sho'nuff be a killin, That's How I Get Down
I keep a AK, or with fifty-rounds
I'ma rida' nigga, yea That's How I Get Down
Be thuggin' like a mothafucka 'bout, wat'chu 'bout?
I stand my ground, That's How I Get Down
Now look nigga, and bad hoez, straighten they mouth
Don't give a motherfuck nigga, That's How I Get Down
I ride dubs, tv's...wit' sound
I be shinnin' like a mothafucka, That's How I Get Down
Rolex, presidential iced out'll week out
It'z +Bling Bling+ Baby, That's How I Get Down
Bitch-niggaz get found...smellin' foul
Itz Blaow, chck, chck, Blaow, That's How I Get Down...
[Baby]
Look, come here Liven', walk over here, come on
'Lacs don't say that Liven', wordie...
[Hook*Baby-n-'Lac*]
['Lac] I be thuggin'-n-hustlin'
[Baby] Niggazhowwegetdown
['Lac] It'z wat'eva fo' tha chedda'
[Baby] Thatzhowwegetdown
['Lac] I be thuggin' in public
[Baby] Thatzhowwe Roll
['Lac] It'z wat'eva fo' tha chedda'
[Baby] Thatzhowwe Roll
['Lac] I be stuntin'-n-shinnin'
[Baby] Niggazhowwegetdown
['Lac] It'z wat'eva fo' tha chedda'
[Baby] Thatzhowwegetdown
['Lac] I be flyin'-n-grindin'
[Baby] Thatzhowwe Roll
['Lac] It'z wat'eva fo' tha chedda'
[Baby] Thatzhowwe Roll
[B.G.]
Niggaz be petrified, out in the streetz, it'z do or die
You Want Beef, grab yo' strap, saddle up and ride
When itz time to bang, my nigga I bang mine
Never leave a witness alive to testify
I-Identify, point the finger at me
Never get the chance to tell the judge, it was me
Man I threw him off, each and every civilian off that I shoot 'em all
Don't even fuck and pull it off
I'm Mr.Raw, Mr.Pull It, I'm cut, niggaz act like they don't know
Bet they know, wat's up, garanteed to know the outcome of drama
Wit'dis Hot Boy, just might lose yo' mama
Runnin' shop, +I'm Com'n+ in, you lose your prada
Don't up it, brains gets remove out'cha
I'ma ink a same nigga, we causin' them problems
Same nigga if you want'em, I got 'em-Come Holla
[Hook*Baby-n-'Lac*]
[B.G.]
Real is the only way I know how to keep it
Anything else have no idea how to be it
I been thuggin'-n-hustlin', That's How I Get Down
It'z wat'eva nigga fuck it, That's How I Get Down
But fo' the money, benz, carz and all
Niggaz on the block paper-chasin'+Play'n It Raw+
I'ain gangsta, thatz just gangsta in the studio
I'ma gangsta, that shitz gangsta everywhere I go
We yo' homeboy, research, study 'bout me
Fo' you call yourself sauckin' up to Lil' B.G.
You could get yourself +Checkmated+
Brains in the streetz, tracin' white chalk coppa'
But of couse white sheets, think itza game
Think itza joke, think I'm playin',
Watch how some playin' wit' you get smoked
Trust wat' I'm sayin'
You wanna be a man, go pound for pound
Round for round, I'ma show you, How I Get Down
[Hook*Baby-n-'Lac*2x]
[Baby-Game Spittin']
Believe 'Dat homie, (look)nigga don't come through this cut nigga
If you ain't frontin' or stuntin', don't come through here
But we gon' show How We Get Down homie, ya understand?
We +Ridin'+ 25'z now-a-dayz playboy
Come 'round on dub dueces or dubs-we jack'em
Fake niggaz-we slap'em(Motherfuck'em)

[Spoken: B.G.]
Stay in line hoe
Off top get ya mind right bitch (2x)
[B.G.]
Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent
They don't understand English, hoes gotta be smacked
Nigga beat 'em and stomp 'em
Barely feed 'em and fuck 'em
Don't get jammed, if ya got 'em
Better leave 'em don't love 'em
I be fuckin and duckin
Straight thug'n and plugg'n
I like pussy but I get turned on more if ya suckin
I ain't trustin no doubt
I goes all the way out
I'm bout hustlin, disrespectin, bustin you in yo mouth
Cause I'm bout real as they come, totally choppers and nines
Uptown's where I'm from keepin hoes in line
Believe I'm bout mine
Never wine and dine
Give me the grease and I'ma shove nine in ya behind
I ain't likes a kind, and I ain't tryin
Don't mind dyin
And when I do I'm dyin slangin that iron
I like 'em sexy and fine, I toss 'em, that's how it go
I ain't flossin but you gon' listenin, better stay in line hoe
[Chorus]
Pimpin ain't easy, better stay in line hoe
Off top, you gon' respect a nigga mind hoe
[Baby]
Nigga I stay shy, keep my hoes in check
Keep a pocket full of money, bank roll on fat
These hoes stay in line or get they grill straight knocked out
Stay in line or get put out your own house
I be hard on these hoes cause a bitch ain't shit
Every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick
Me and my B.G. we toss bitches
You don't believe me, ask Danielle and T.C., we ain't savin bitches
I got the game
He got the fame
Plus I got the change
Disrespect and puttin change on ya brain
Three of the finest bitches in the city on my team
Big body Expedition wit the gangsta lean
I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
For L.T., a G, throwin a gangsta a key
So I can see all my homies ball in the U.P.T.
[B.G.]
Bat a bitch quick, that's the modo I follow
Toss a bitch through the click, that's the modo i follow
If you real, hold a hoe life in the palm of ya hand
If you can't control a hoe to me ya ain't no man
Bitch, stay in line like the vice grip in the middle of the street
Any little thing I make ya taste, any little thing ya get beat
You gon' respect the B.G., or I'll punch ya in your nose
You gon' respect the B.G., or I'll whip ya out your clothes
C-M-R-ah gon' ride
No other thing gon' fly
Expedition and Mercedes cause a nigga like to shine
We in front and not behind, not on bottom, on top
Not on the side of nothin, hoes get flipped and flopped
My nigga ??? pimp a bitch, he a soldier for real
My nigga ??? whip a bitch, yeah he hard to kill
Uptown bout theirs', nigga I'm bout mine
Dogg hoes I share and I make 'em stay in line
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Never let these hoes take you away from yo ends
Drive high, ride fly, buy the big body Benz
And pass by they house, blow yo horn and laugh
When she come to the door say you hoe and stare
To the next muthafucka that hated on you
Your baby mama full of drama, tell that bitch it's through
Cause when ya ain't got nothin these hoes don't want you around
And when you work to get paid, these hoes act like clowns
So what could you do to satisfy ungrate
Buy a car, treat her like a star, yet the hoe still hate
Cause it's yo skills to pay the bills, nigga ride
Respect or eject, cause these hoes are tired
I'm on a mission to make a million plus
Have platinum on the wall and ride the toll bus
Money over bitches, believin that for sho
Cash Money and the power, stay in line hoe
[Chorus]
[Spoken: B.G.]
Beat these bitches, stomp these hoes

(Dee Money Talking)
Wat's Up Gezzy
(BG)
Bout ready 2 do dis thang let's go
(Dee Money Verse 1)
I'm a soulja 4 life me and gezzy do dis each and evry night got da game on lock bust niggaz poppin collars pullin triggaz bout dat money bmy nigga get it ready and pop a nigga like me u just can't stop
(BG Verse 2)
It's ya boy geezy bout dat money i stay straped known gettin paper and keepin that kay on my lap i'm bout mine chopper city is a army all ya gotta do is be real and put cut on it i'm reel 2 da streetz den u know where we can meet cause i'm know 4 gettin money evry day of the week.
(Dee Money Verse 3)
I ain't wit dat sleep walkin a soulja 4 lyfe i just thug talkin 2 da streetz evry day i do it keep da block den i do it blow up da city i'm from new orleans ya heard me my and geezy do it from dat nine 2 dat nolia
(BG)
And remember 2 but cut on r.i.p. soulja 2 da slim
And ya'll i like 2 introduce yall 2 da new chopper city

I only buy shit when its less a price
you dont never get cake unless I gets a slice
yeah these boyz already know what I like
when I hit niggas with two then I just go down they pipe
never get hoes that always be annoyin
I say shake that ass when I throw them a coin and
sometimes I bust low in the dark
and sometimes I kep p my baby-boy below in my car
yeah Bam-Bam yo ass gone be ditching
how can you get sea-sick when we need hooks to go fishing
you see my doe so you think I robbed a bank
I make these hoes suck my dick then I give them a rank
whoever said slobs can wup crips you a liar boy
we make are own rules call us the biker boyz
you see a nigga come up and then you say its basic
I don't fuck with lames or them butter-faces
see me and my boyz we a run threw the mob
rocking black white and grey
you know its the Hit Squad
so nigga respect my job

[Intro: B.G.]
What's happening (what's happening)
You know it's real in the field (real, really real)
You know it's real in the hood (all the way)
It's just real in the ghetto
From my block to your block (my block to your block)
From my set to your set (my set to your set)
It be the same ol' shit
Nation wide
Look
[B.G.]
Everyday seems like the same ol' shit
Eight years waking up to the same ol' bitch
Only thing, hang with the same ol' clique
Chopper City and we bought to train till the end
Slim got killed, you gone see him in the bricks
Nigga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch
Every morning dope fiends looking for a fix
They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit
Everywhere a nigga breaking the same ol' laws
All ending up behind the same ol' bars
If they third time getting caught for the same charge
It's they second time getting popped by Serge
Me and mah niggaz making' the same ol' wish
To be like Pac, and fuck with Smith bitch
Nigga mouth always be the reason the Feds hit
Them soft niggaz always be the first ones to snitch
[Chorus: Hakizzle & B.G. 2x]
Everywhere a nigga go
They do the same ol' shit
Everybody a nigga know
They do the same ol' shit
Every time I'm holding mah eyes
I see the same ol' shit
What's going to happen when nigga dies
The same ol' shit
[Hakizzle]
Look
The same ol' that
Same ol' this
Everywhere in America, the same ol' shit
Brains get bust
Corpse get left in a ditch
Them laws role up, but nigga don't know shit
Mah neck of the woods, I was taught to never snitch
I swore to the Lord, I'll never stand on a bench
You want that work
I know who got the cheap price
When them killas move they be under the street lights
My lil' dog got shot
I'd been in a tight spots
Situations when I ain't know if I am die or not
So you don't gotta ask me why I act like I act
But if you hating' on me I'd be forced to react
I had shot glock 9's
Been through hard times
Did enough shit in my life to make the headlines
Niggaz mah age in the under ? line dog
Only way you could stop me if you press charges
[Chorus: 2x]
[Gar]
It's the same ol' shit
Ounces for dro over six
But in the drought bought some 15 grams or 500 tech shit
Make her stack up a zip quick
Hits me with that jack shit
You bought going to war for yours I'm bought the same ol' shit
You takes one of mine we doing' the same ol' shit
Eye for eye and its ride or die and it's as real as its gone get
The dope game and the rap game, it's the same ol' shit
You closest daughter get cut though trying' to hit mah lick
Jail ain't going to stop a nigga from doing the same ol' shit
We get probation, come home and its back to the same shit
Get a strap and I'ma bang it
Get a package and slang it
When it's gone you going to replace it
And do the same ol' shit
No disrespect to the West, but we ain't on that gang shit
It'll be one nigga, one key in broad day to come bang shit
It'll be the same ol' hit
The same nigga that sent
When they try to get you before for killing his brother he ain't forget
[Sniper]
Lot of niggaz be bitches, talking the same ol' shit
How they reeling' when they going down, brain getting split
Grabbing, crying and dragging it be the same ol' lick
Trying to get lifted for chips, but it'll change so quick
Lot of hoes I be dicking and kicking, it'll be the same ol' shit
They only sucking and fucking me, but they name on the strip
Saying they pregnant after I hit, but the condom getting ripped
Swear to God I'm the father, get it all and get to come harder
When I was born my mother taught me bought the same ol' shit
Don't let know body step on your toes, your ain't know bitch
Hoes getting niggaz caught up for the same ol' shit
Thinking what u you think is smarter and you ain't gone slip
Every nigga that's working, doing the same ol' shit
Flying with the same switch ? just in , same ol' bitch
Respect the code till I go, I'ma do the same ol' shit
Smoke weed and get high till I die, and it ain't gone quit
[Chorus: 2x]
[VL Mike]
My niggaz holla, but it's the same ol' shit
VL look out for me, nigga front me a brick
That's why I'm still riding with the same ol' clip
That's why I never left with the same ol' clique
Mah nigga get outta line, make me hang yo bitch
The only nigga that get ignorant and bring this shit
Since '95 I been rocking like this
Black bandanas, and taking them hits
Dog get at me still the same ol' nigga
My rap sheets, they just got a lil' bigger
An NOPD still harassing a nigga
And them Haitians still taxing a nigga
Them Chopper City Boyz running this year
Which one of you clowns would come in this hear
Every time I look around it's the same ol' Vic
Ain't nothing change in the hood, it's the same ol' shit

What's happening nigga
If you in a club right now
I want you to hold your car keys in one hand
I don't care which hand and hold your bottle up in the other hand
We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, come on
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
When I pull up, I'm in something real wide
Five hundred in sealer, 745
Niggaz be booting up, Hoes they wanna ride
Only way if thats gonna happen is you jack me off while I drive
I'm G'd up, a soldier now, that's gonna be 'til I die
Feety gonna hold me down with the tracks you feel and vibe
Yeah, I used to get loaded, I got nothing to hide
But look at me now, I'm focused, you can tell I try
You can even tell the way I lean when I drive
It's a new day, new time, I got money on my mind
Best cup your hoe, I take it she fine
You know she fuck, cum one of a kind
I'm a gangsta, I keep it peed on my side
I'm a gangsta, if I see it and want it, I buy it
Cowards be ego-driven, swallow their pride
Either way it go, I'm do me and get mine, I'ma roll
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
I got money now, I ain't hurt nigga
You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you
If you got street money, then the price different
You in the major league, you know you gonna taxed quickly
B Gizzle back nigga, the hood still love me
Go to the club, me and my dawgs still pop up late
Go the mall and these hoes still wanna touch me
Can't help it, I'm thuggin', it's just the streets love me
It's too late for baby to try to reach out and touch me
Judge had to make that bust up my fucking money
I was druggin' hard, nigga thought it was funny
Now I think it's funny, I just say I did it, done it
Now I'm up and running, Geezy don't forget
Nothing fuckin' with Chopper City, this is our year
Dawg we settin' rules and we breaking grounds
If you real, then you know how we getting down, better roll with me
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
When I was 17, I was considered a grown man
Single mom did that, shit ain't turn out bad
I was 15 in 95, with a '94 Grand AM
Shoulda seen when I got that 19 9 and hit the ave
I was sixteen by the time I was 18
Had a fire bird, a lex and some bling bling
Doing my thing, living my dream by 19
Came through, Benz Jeep on dubs with TVs
Niggaz hated on me, hail these nuts wished that I fall
I'm a hell of a hustler, it's in my nature to ball
It's a trade I got to get money and stand tall
Niggaz who hated yesterday, make 'em hate more tomorrow
Fuck all y'all, I'ma do me, do you
You want beef, fake beef, fake I'ma be true
Every year I'm bustin' heads, pullin' out something new
Fucking the game up every time I come through, better roll
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin' in my Cadillac
Rollin', rollin'

Wassup man
Look, this for my people
You heard me my dog
Man I miss my dog
My dog know I miss him to
But I feel it man
I feel them all in my heart
I know you right here, right with me
Man just riding on with his niggas
You heard me, I miss a lot of people
They know I miss them to
Look
[Verse One]
Nigga took care for my heart
When they killed my dog
Ruined every last dream that we had to ball
Me and this nigga was like brothers
Since we was small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real and representing
Via-13 got a little girl
I treat like it's for me
and a lot of hoes conversation
It's B.G and L.T.
Never had a friend like him
He never had a friend like me
Snorted half a grand of dope
On the flight together
Broke trying to make all night together
Now Lil' Ten gon' be a part
Of my life forever
Wish Lord wouldn't of took you to rest you
Look me and my dog broke bread together
Hot, fucking hoes in the same bed together
[Chorus]
Of top, it's all gravy, you in six feet
Just remember I love you, so Rest In Peace
I still can't believe you left out here solo
I'm doing the damn thing for me and you both
Off top, it's all gravy, you in six fett
But remember I love you, so Rest In Peace
I still can't believe you left me out here solo
But I'm fucking hoes for me and you both
[Verse Two]
1997, November I had bad days in my life
It looked like that was the worst
Niggas shot my round like a dog
Left him for dead
Chest bust wide open
Non-stop he blead
Just the day before we talked about gettin sober
In the blink of an eye
My whodi life is over
I know there's a good reason
Why the good Lord chose you
I know when your at your real
Cause down here you was a soldier
Always said "Do it, it can't be faded"
Always said "Do it you gon' make it"
And I made It
I wish you were here to see
It's all gravy, I know you want me to let that be
Man I hate it
I know you don't want me to be weak
So when I sheine, you shine
It's off the T-O-P
You was the Livin' Legend in the UPT
Do me a favor you and my daddy look down on me
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
You should see I'm balling out of control
I just got a deal with Cotsh for six zeros
And I had to be heavenly baby and niggas was hoes
They wasn't playin the game
Hot Gold, it's over, it's cool
I'm a gangsta in the game I know the street rules
And I miss all my people that's resting in peace
And I miss all my people that's six feet deep
You heard me
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Believe that
You know I'm holding it down ya heard me
Man I miss you with a passion dog
But I know where you at
You know what I'm sayin, that you holding down
And I know you got a place for me
And I know you done met my daddy ya heard me
And y'all done got the fahotion y'all know what I'm sayin
Ya'll just looking down and sayin
"Man that little nigga doing hid thing"
'Cause I am doing my thing
And kiss my grandma for me ya heard me
Man do that for me dog
Kiss both of them for me ya heard me
I'm sayin man I'll see you when I get there
And I got to say Rest In Peace to all my dogs uptown ya heard me
I mean I can't say all them names
Because if I forget some body
You know how that go
So it's a bunch of y'all man

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[ANSWERING MACHINE]
"Today: six fifty-six PM Central Time."
[AUTOMATED VOICE]
"You have a COLLECT call from a Louisiana inmate.
Press 'one' to accept."
[B.G.]
Greetings, hot girl - what's happenin' on your end?
As for me over here, you know a nigga chillin'
Besides that, sweetie, I'm just keepin' it real
Puttin' up with these crackers in this hot-ass field
But you know I'm a soldier - nigga try me, I'll spank him
But fuck all I said, it feel good to be the Baby Gangsta
Tell Miles I asked about her since she say I don't holla
And when I touch down, me and her gonna get us some powder
Shorty, I've been hearin' that you've been wilin' out
Everyday of the week, until the club close down
What's happenin' with you, wodie? You doin' that 'cause we bound?
You doin' that 'cause for this lil' time I'm not around?
Don't get the game twisted - girl, better not try your luck
You know I ain't the one, you know quickly I'll fuck ya up
I'll be home next week - but I'ma keep it on the low
Nigga think I got six more months left on this (?)
Uh-huh
(Hook [Automated voice & Baby])
[AV] "Press 'one' to accept."
[Baby] I'm in a messed up situation
[AV] "Press 'one' to accept."
[Baby] I'm in a fucked up location
[AV] "Press 'one' to accept."
[Baby] The whole world can relate
[AV] "Press 'one' to accept."
[Baby] You know somebody upstate
[B.G.]
That minute that I had had done turned into a second
Got a day and a wake-up left, and I'll be steppin'
Straight through them iron gates - puttin' all this behind me
Come in the hood on V.L. - that's where you'll find me
Hoppin' out the limo, poppin' bottles - it's gravy
I know what it mean when I get that phone call from Baby
Let's go to the Mercedes, lock and cop somethin'
A hard-top six, or a drop six, that'll be lovely
My shorty think she got six more months to play
Can't wait to see that dick-look on her face
Right now I'm with the fellas, I'll go and see her later
'cause she tried to be a slick playa
But I ain't trippin' - it's cool, gotta respect me
Long as she don't get outta line in my presence
She still my shorty - gon' be my ho
Can't forget she was there everyday of my (?)
Uh-huh
(Hook [Automated voice & Baby])
[B.G.]
Now it's about that time I go fuck up her dome
'cause she have no idea that this hot boy home
It ain't been a day, and I'm already on chrome
I'm tryin' to imagin' her face, and how long
That it's gonna be when I hit the porch
And put my soulja Ree's through her front door
When she still think that she can have fun
And run with her girls for six more months
I'm cruisin' down the block slowly, I pull up
Jumped out, said, "What's up?" She laid up there and threw up
"What's wrong? Don't act like you don't miss your nigga."
She said, "I do - I'm shocked."
"Come here and kiss your nigga.
I had to surprise ya because you piss your nigga off.
You don't respect me pussy-poppin' on nobody wall.
You my main bitch - my travel-with-cocaine bitch.
Set-a-nigga-up-you-gon'-disposition-then-maintain bitch."
(Hook-2x [Automated voice & Baby])
[AUTOMATED VOICE]
"Press 'one' "
"Press 'one' "
"Press 'one' " - "Press 'one' to accept."
"Press 'one' "

featuring Hot Boys
[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

(Dee Money)
Yo Gezzy where u at?
(BG)
Right here thuggin public nigga let's
Get ready 2 do dis
(Dee Money)
Mayne Ya'll Ain't ready mayne Ya'll
Ain't ready dis dat chopper city mixtape lets do it big niggaz

[B.G.] (talking)
Wassup, Uh Huh
This one here for my lil' queen
And my lil' king, ya heard me
Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know
Look man (mumbling)
My two fa-shiggity, ya understand
And everything else is like
They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me
I love my children ya heard me
My children love me, yes they do
I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand
Never be no part time, never, never, believe that
Look
[Verse 1]
Now my Son
He aint three years yet
Ooo he could walk and he could talk a lil' bit
But I bet when he get to that stage I'll tell him
Don’t be like daddy, fuck up, become a young convicted felon
Go to school, get an education, say no to drugs
Still be a smart hot boy and lil' thug
Fuck bitches, be 'bout money and duck snitches
Don't let nothing come between you and your riches
Respect momma, listen to everything that she says
It's guaranteed to pay off on judgement day
Believe as long as I breathe, uh, I'm here for you
To tell the truth I dont want you to go through what I went through
My daddy got killed, on me when I was twelve
Fell victim to the game and gave grandma hell
Back forth in jail, stealing cars and shit
Smoking 'gars and shit, bothering by the laws and shit
But uh, believe I'll teach you another route
Watch how good everything turn out
[Chorus]
For lil' Christopher, I'll go out my way
And for Christiane, I'll go out my way
For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way
I'll give my life for 'em both any time, any day
For my lil' nigga, I'll go out my way
And for my lil' princess, I'll go out my way
For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way
I'll give my life for 'em both, any time, any day
[Verse 2]
Now my daughter
She so pretty and so smart
I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car
She say daddy I love ya
I say I love you too
I miss my lil' angel, tell me whatcha wanna do
We can go see a movie, go to Chucky E. Cheese
Anything and anywhere ya wanna go, that's on me
Always count on me, if not, then wait for it
Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya skirt for it
Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya shirt for it
Don't do nothing you'll end up getting your feelings hurt for it
This just game
And it's coming from me to you
I'll never tell you nothing wrong
This here from me to you
It ain't nothing you can't have in this world
I'mma protect ya till i'm gone, you're daddy's lil girl
[Chorus]

Me preparo para caminar
luna llena y tu sonrisa por encontrar
es temprano, el mismo bar, amor
y no estás... esta noche se pone mal
Me preparo para caminar
luna llena y tu sonrisa por encontrar
es temprano, el mismo bar, amor
y no estás... esta noche se pone mal
Yo no renuncio nunca,
pero no vas a venir
hoy mis besos te van a extrañar
¿Por qué este amor es así?
Maldita noche, quisiera olvidar
maldita noche, ¿dónde estarás?
maldita noche, no quiero esperar
quizás aprenda a estar en soledad
Vuelvo a casa sin querer pensar
en los miedos, las heridas, la soledad
hace frio y te recuerdo más, mucho más
esta noche me trata mal
Yo no renuncio nunca,
pero no hay nada que hablar
hoy mi sueño se muere en un bar,
debo empezar a olvidar
Maldita noche, quisiera olvidar
maldita noche, ¿dónde estarás?
maldita noche, no quiero esperar
quizás aprenda a estar en soledad
Maldita noche, quisiera olvidar
maldita noche, ¿dónde estarás?
maldita noche, no quiero esperar
quizás aprenda a estar en soledad
Yo no renuncio nunca,
pero no vas a venir
hoy mis besos te van a extrañar
¿Por qué este amor es así?
Maldita noche, quisiera olvidar
maldita noche, ¿dónde estarás?
maldita noche, no quiero esperar
quizás aprenda a estar en soledad
Maldita noche, quisiera olvidar
maldita noche, ¿dónde estarás?
maldita noche, no quiero esperar

(Feat. Mannie Fresh)
Intro:
Whats happenin New Orleans, It's ya favorite boy my man kickin it Fresh, ya heard everything has cleared up, including your ulgy baby mommas face, just a little weather man humor. Were standing right here on Uptown BG Avene. where BG has brought the hood to Hollywood. Pay attention to the story, some weather guy is walkin, eyes ready!
Hey world, Oh Im back! Im back and better than ever! What up Fresh? This one here feel good homie! This reminds me of the old days, yah heard me?!
Hook:
It feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
I said it feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause Im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
Verse 1:
BG still the same ole same ole nothin change play the game how the game go. pants sagg white tee and a kango. I aint gotta hustle but I still hang low. A few hate thats what I ride wit that thing for, its going down if they run up on that range rov, its going down if they test a ni**a man hood. Every ghetto in New Orleans I done ran thru it. I done seen a lot and I done done alot, when I was young I had dreams I run the block. When I was young yeah my momma used to fuss alot, but now she cry cause her son is livin on the block.
Hook:
It feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
I said it feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause Im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
Verse 2:
It feels good to be fortunate and give back. See the old lady walkin, stop and help her wit her bags. Forget where I come from dog, neva that! Everytime I leave they askin me "when ya comin back?" I say F**k it and I let the whole hood come and now I got the whole hood on my tour bus. Uptown represent it till the end of time, uptown I done lost alot a friends of mine. Im on the grind so ya know Im out here gettin mine. Like Curtis Imma get rich or die tryin. I fell a few times, I never gave up, got up, got a pat, get the hood, made up.
Hook:
It feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
I said it feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause Im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
Verse 3:
You know me, I be everywhere tha thugs be. Convicted felon but be everywhere them guns be. Im a gangsta, the whole hood love me, yous a busta I know you wish you was me. Man this life that Im livin dog is lovely. Im like him but you know you cant touch me. I appreciate what the hood done me, it made me a man, made me a ole G, it made me a man, made me a go getta, it showed me how to neva be a broke n***a, I'll never be a quitter, always be a winner, Im in the hood growin like a rainforest.
Hook:
It feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
I said it feels good, I still get love in my hood, haters still wishin they could, but they cant cause Im still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne.
Outro:

(feat. Bullet, Juvenile)
[Verse One: Bullet]
No bitch is a bitch until she suck my dick
When she do that that makes her a dirty bitch {you hesrd}
I love bitches who such my dick
and make me scream do it good while they sucking my wood
and eating my cum while saying yum, yum, yum
Feel me yet? {hit them with something Juvy}
[Verse Two: Juvenile]
Bitch you suck dick back that ass up
You do it real real good why don't you back that ass up
Damn I cum in your mouth why don't you back that ass up
You like that's girl you ain't no paper chaser
You a dick chaser
Just the way I like y'all bitches
[Chorus:]
All you hoes up south licking balls in your mouth
All you hoes up north you can suck it back and forth
All you hoes up west with my dick between your chest
And all you hoes up east put my dick between your teeth
[Verse Three: Juvenile]
You'se a ugly bitch Ha
You went from eating coochie to sucking dick Ha
Y'all on my nigga Lu jock Ha
Y'all hated him but now can't live with out him Ha
Me and Lu hate bitches like y'all Ha
Y'all will suck us all night long Ha
We got one thing to say get away from me you dirty
and back that stankin ass up
[Verse Four: Bullet]
Y'all bitches wanna hate me then hate me what can I do
But keep having suck my dick
It's funny I ain't never seen a bitch as worse as you
Now y'all saying I'm a clever nigga, nothing to play with
but I say something to suck with, Hu!
Then the pigeon starts buggin
and I tell her bitch-ass to shut the fuck up
and to get back on her knees and finish her deeds
[Chorus]
All you hoes up south licking balls in your mouth
All you hoes up north you can suck it back and forth
All you hoes up west with my dick between your chest

METHOD MAN IS Dr.doom PETEY PABLO is da SliverSurfer WonderWoman Knows
MightyMouse Bugs Bunny & Daffy Duck battle Donald Duck,Marvin Martian blew
Up tha Earth no one misses it dat much music Cd wrapped my brain
Mandy Moore Sings garbage music i Can't stand hearing her voice is
So loud it hurts my ears . To speak in public her producers stink
Her lyrics are unsound they make no sence stop selling records they

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a special guest gangsta
Back for the first time ya heard, along with Fresh
If you's a gangsta homie, bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, go on girl, do ya thang
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing
I'm from the ghetto homie
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Dudes, you gotta leave but you can stay shawty
Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time
And I'ma tell ya homie, it wasn't a easy grind
Been through this, been through that, been through everything
But I'm real, so I still manage to do my thing
I held it down every since I came through the dough
Representin' 504 'til the meat show
You know the underdog always do it big
Waah, it's the comeback kid
I'm gettin' money, lookin' good, just look at the watch
Matter of fact, take a look in the parkin' lot
I'm representin' the blocks from the East to the West
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked
But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us
All my gangstas, put ya hands up
All my hot girls, back dat ass up
I'm from the ghetto homie
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Dudes, you gotta leave but you can stay shawty
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block
But I'm known by name by every cop
But I don't care, that's nothin', grind don't stop
I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot
I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot
Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot
And we again 'bout to go back to the top
We gon' have the rap game back on lock
I'm a real G, career ain't near over
Got flooded, still representin' VL and Magnolia
Still representin' the whole New Orleans
Get it right and keep it right, I'm the heart of tha streetz
My reputation speak for itself, it's all good
Any state, any block, dawg I'm all good
All my gangstas, gon' put ya hands up
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up
I'm from the ghetto homie
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Dudes, you gotta leave but you can stay shawty
It ain't easy livin' where the young die fast
It's either rap or take a penitentiary chance
This rap shit too easy for me to go back
Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track
But I ain't lyin', the streets call sometime
I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound
And get 'em for 'bout two-hundred in H-town
Forget it, I ain't even goin' that route
I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it
I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin'
I don't be trippin' when the haters go to mean-muggin'
I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin'
Now, it's known by the whole world who a joke
He ain't a man, he got dreads you already know
All my gangstas, gon' put ya hands up
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up
I'm from the ghetto homie
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Now keep it movin', move around, get off me
Dudes, you gotta leave but you can stay shawty
This is what you wanted and this what you get
[Incomprehensible] Mannie Fresh hit
We had to do it again and we gon' do it again
And again and again, we don't stop
Yeah, put yo hands up
If you messin' with [incomprehensible], put yo hands up
If you messin' with B.G., put yo hands up
If you messin' with Mannie Fresh, put yo hands up
If you're a real hot girl, then you know wassup

CUANDO TODO ESTA AL REVES
EN MI CABEZA
Y LAS COSAS NO SON COMO LAS VES
Y EL MUNDO PESA
YO SOLO QUIERO IRME DE AQUI
ENTONCES LLEGA LA NOCHE
NO HAY TIEMPO PARA REPROCHES
(HEY, HEY NO SIGAS MAS)
YO NO ME PIERDO ESTA NOCHE
LA VIDA SE EMPIEZA A CELEBRAR
HEY, HEY,
HAY UNA LUZ A TU ALREDEDOR
HEY, HEY,
QUE ENCIENDE TU ALMA Y TU CORAZON
HEY, HEY,
QUE VA MARCANDO TU DIRECCIÓN
HEY, HEY, NENE, HEY
NO ME DEJO CONVENCER POR LA TRISTEZA
SI LO QUE ME HIZO MAL UNA VEZ NO ME INTERESA
NO SÉ QUE ESPERAS PARA VENIR
ENTONCES LLEGA LA NOCHE
NO HAY TIEMPO PARA REPROCHES
(HEY, HEY NO SIGAS MAS)
YO NO ME PIERDO ESTA NOCHE
LA VIDA SE EMPIEZA A CELEBRAR
HEY, HEY,
HAY UNA LUZ A TU ALREDEDOR
HEY, HEY,
QUE ENCIENDE TU ALMA Y TU CORAZON
HEY, HEY,
QUE VA MARCANDO TU DIRECCIÓN
HEY, HEY, NENE, HEY
UH! YA LLEGA, LA NOCHE LLEGA, LLEGA
UH! YA LLEGA, ME VOY DE ACA
UH! YA LLEGA, LA NOCHE LLEGA, LLEGA

(*talking*)
Uh-oh (uh-oh), uh-oh (uh-oh)
What's happ'n (what's up), ha look out
(look out) come on (come on) let's do this here
(let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands up
Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on)
It's going down up in here (going down up in here)
Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi
[Gar]
This is the club scene, where them ballas at
Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting
We taking care of the whole section, with liquor
Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at
Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens
Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair
And getting naked full of Cristal, that's the lifestyle
So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles
Ooh shorty getting wild, now put your hands in the air
While you do that dance, and let me get behind you
While you in front of my man, in front of your man
Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand
We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round
That's how the Chopper City mob, get down
Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper
And you playas better, hold your broads
Cause these boys, will snatch her
[Hook: Wyndi - 2x]
Party's gon be bumping
Playas gon be stomping
Get your ass on the dance floor
And let Moet, and Cristal flow
[Sniper]
I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby
I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown, it make the kid move
Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad
I'm popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad
I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag
You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted fags
I rock the house like it's church, yeah I love the Lord
Play with my team, Chopper City it's gon be murder mass you heard me
Know you love the way that gangstas play it, we drank and blazing
Till ancient ages, this ain't for babies
So ease your nerves, play your girl like she easing surf
Cause chill what's beneath my shirt, have you bleeding syrup
I ain't tripping if you need that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper
With a rifle, that'll mean your smirk
Flows make my people lean, and twerk
I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner, it's Chopper City man
[Hook - 2x]
[Hakim]
Now y'all already know, Uptown in here
I got my seventeen rounds in ya, we blowing pounds in ya
And you know, where I'm found in here
Last week they had a body, left found in here
And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping
We ain't even make it to the party, and girls jocking
It's Hakizzle, you know the name girl
Just write your number down, and I'll give you a ring girl
I don't mean, to snatch your chicks playa
But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa
The hood call me, Young Neno
Cause I'm quick to snatch your senorita, or hit the block with a kilo
Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove
Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool
We stunt round year, ride in convertibles
Them Chopper City dudes'll murder you, holla back Kizzle
[Hook - 2x]
[B.G.]
Me and my click at the scene, straight tearing it down
Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down
The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive
Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise
It's going down, it's going dizzle, it's going diggity
We from Uptown, off the hizzle off the higgity
I know you feeling me fa shiggity, Baby Gizzle
Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols
I'll flip you, straight switch you four nickel
With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol
Hoes jocking niggas hating, can't take us
Can't fade us, we ball just like the Lakers
I'm off the hinges, off the chain respect the game
The number one Hot Boy, ain't nothing changed
I'm thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard
Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard
[Hook - 2x]
(*talking*)
Now there you have it, it's Chopper City's finest
You heard me, T. Smooth on the track

Pounds of weed.
Listen buddy imma true definition of a G.
Imma legend of the block what you know bout' me.
Imma keep it 100. imma keep it 100.
In the hood wit a big chain fallin' from my neck.
Money fallin' from my pocket wit a chopper on deck.
Imma keep it 100. Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100 baby that's no lie.
Throwin' up the finger every time I ride by.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
Hold up, look, now i'm the definition of what they call hot.
I started at the bottom, I'm finishin' at the top.
You know who it is, just walk the block.
Where I'm from you should never get caught without the glock.
If you do then you slippin'.
If you slippin' you got em.
If you slippin' you stupid you need to be shot.
I roll with real niggas, If we said we done it.
I can't fuck with you at all if you cant keep it a hundred.
I can't fuck with you at all if you aint about gettin' money.
I be thuggin' in public and them hoes love it.
Imma hustler, triple OG.
I never let the money or the fame change me.
Listen buddy Imma true definition of a G.
Imma legend on the block what you know about me.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100. In the hood with a big chain fallin' from my neck.
Money fallin' out my pocket with a chopper on deck.
Imma keep it 100.
Imaa keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100 baby that's no lie.
So I'm throwin' up the finger everytime I ride by.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
Hold up, now, just cause you blinged up, don't mean you changed up.
That just certifies a nigga that came up.
I fill the bank up, and fill the safe up.
[ B.G. Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] Them k's on deck in case you niggas play dumb.
You know I'm g'd up.
You know I'm soulja'd down.
Rest in peace soulja slim, he told me to hold it down.
So I'mma hold it down, and I'mma keep it real.
I ever whatever I'mma keep it all the way real.
I get it how I live.
Man, I don't give a fuck.
Four ounces in the drank, hundred dollar cup.
I smoke real good kush, hundred dollar blunts.
Look in the parking lot, hundred dollar not a truck.
Listen here buddy Imma true definition of a G,
Imma legend on the block what you know about me.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
In the hood with a big chain fallin' from my neck.
Money fallin' out my pocket with a chopper on deck.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100 baby that's no lie.
So i'm throwin up the finger every time I ride by.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
These other dudes frontin'.
These other dudes stuntin'.
They aint bout' nothin', imma keep it 100.
Gotta keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
Gotta keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
These other dudes frontin'.
These other dudes stuntin'.
They aint bout nothin.
Imma keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.
Gotta keep it 100.
Imma keep it 100.

Uh huh, oh yeah, oh yeah
It's the return of the livin legend (livin legend), B.Gizzle (Gizzle)
And it's straight Chopper City Records you know (chop, chop)
And I'ma keep it real - all the way
All the way real - all the way
And you hear that - that's my dawg Kidd
Em hmm, uh huh, em hmm - now check it
[B.G.]
I got the game on lock, just like that
Busta run up they get (chhh...), just like that
Ya know they straight get chopped, just like that
'Cause wit'me it's drop or get dropped, just like that
Ya know I'm straight off the block, just like that
Be on the block pushin blocks, just like that
Got the lil'soljaz keepin watch, just like that
They whistle if they see the cops, just like that
We know to shut down shop, just like that
'Cause we not'bout to get popped, not like that
Man - I'm the hottest of the hot, just like that
C'mon - give Gizzle his props, just like that
I'm headed back to the top, believe that
And I'm not'bout to be stopped, believe that
Get in my way meet that..., believe that
Chopper City done signed with Koch, believe that
[Hook]
It's just like that
Don't ask no questions - it's just like that
Bet'not say a thing - it's just like that
It's just like that
If you say somethin I swear that we'll be right back
It's just like that
Don't ask no questions - it's just like that
Bet'not say a thing - it's just like that
It's just like that
If you say somethin I swear that we'll be right back
[B.G.]
I'm quick to bust a hater..., just like that
If he play wit'ma...caasssh, just like that
Man - I'ma leave'em stretched out, just like that
Leakin and chest out, just like that
I come through straight raisin hell, just like that
Got the Lex truck on Sprewell's, just like that
I be layin my stunt down, just like that
I up that thing - bess'duck down, just like that
Or you gon'get'cha wig cracked, just like that
I know ya gotta feel that, just like that
Ya better handcuff ya girl, just like that
'Cause I'll share her with the world, you ain't gon'like that
She be eatin bone after bone, just like that
She askin can she go home, just like that
Chopper City play no games, believe that
You know that we off the chain, believe that
[Hook]
[B.G.]
I'm in the club layin it down, just like that
Watchin hot girls tear it down, just like that
Ya know they got that thing shakin, just like that
On the floor straight twercolatin, just like that
Better look out because I'm comin, just like that
And ya know B.Gizzle thuggin, just like that
Takin it back to the streets, just like that
'Cause that'sa way it's supposed to be, just like that
This for my dawgs makin moves, just like that
And ridin on 22's, just like that
Hoppin out 6 double O's, just like that
Of them bubble-eye H-2-0's, just like that
I know bustaz gotta respect it, just like that
'Cause you know I'ma livin legend, just like that
And ya can't count me out, believe that
I'ma hustler from down south, believe that
[Hook 2x]
[B.G.]
It's just like that
Don't ask no questions, it's just like that
Bet'not say a thing, it's just like that
It's just like that
After this message - shit y'all, and we'll be right back, haaa
And we'll be right back
We'll be right back

[Mannie Fresh]
Hey y'all locked on to Fuck A Bitch Records this
Ya boy big daddy long stokes and I come to tell
Ya'll about my nigga the one and the only the

[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it
[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money

[B.G.]
Okay
First thing first - and for me that's n's
I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz
If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it
It's mine, so I know you gon' let me spend it
My clique made it known: we 'bout havin' things
Sport diamonds, so I know you gon' let us bling
B.G.: shut it down when I come through
They say I'm wrong, but I know you gon' let me do what I do
If I got it, I ain't gon' hide it - I show mine
I know you gon' respect it, I know you gon' let me shine
I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron
Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die
You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday
I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin'
We be layin' it down - don't give a fuck, nigga
We're from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey)
Listen, listen:
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
I know you see the jewelry - it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt - don't try
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock
I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs - you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock
[B.G.]
I know you bet' not open your mouth when I ride by
I know you know this Lex GS on shine
I spin through fast, wrist hangin' out the dropped Jag
Blindin' ya - I know you gon' let me act bad
I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass
I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy - I know you gon' break bread
I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept it
You don't, get wetted - I know you gotta respect it
You don't want Geezy bringin' drama to your set'n'
I know you don't want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses
Please don't test me - you do, it get hectic
I shoot for the head - don't depend on vests
Now on the up and up I'm every bad bitch choice
Don't be mad, I know you gon' let me be a hot boy
[Lil' Wayne]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
[B.G.]
Hoes say I'm nasty - I know you gon' let me slang wood
Say I changed - I'm rich, I know you gon' let me be good
I'm the same ol' nigga I was when I was broke
Still beef, so I know you gon' let me tote my four-four
Now, you know what happened: tried to play me like a hoe
We both can't live on this earth - one of us gotta go
On the real, when it come to shinin', I'm nothin' nice
You'll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice
I know you gon' let me burn, I'm "h" "o" "t"
I know you gon' let me be me - that's B.G.
I know you gon' respect my clique: CMB
I know you don't want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy
I know you don't wan' put your car next to Fresh or B
I know you ain't got the price like them: ten a-piece
I know you bet' stay in your place - don't fuck with us
I know you ain't on our level 'cause we platinum plus
[Lil' Wayne]
Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey)
[Hook-2x (Lil' Wayne)]
[Lil' Wayne]
Lock, shop, bam, lock-?down

(Feat. Young Jeezy)
What it do?
Hustle, Hustle
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
How I eva ya got it get, n*****get dat dough , fit da floor, flip dat hoe , pimp dat hoe or push dat dro
Ya know da work in the house go get in dat door, I make dat money jizzle shake dat money yea ya know im ballin i fake dat money all in my sleep I can taste dat money, I go to jail fuck it by the case wit da money, ya got cha game up you go waste dat money, lemme see it in ya face dat will show me ya love me at the end of the day a gangsta don?t trust ya, its M-O-E, knock da hustle
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
[ B.G. Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
JEEZY
Let?s give em 17 a piece so don?t get me started of dis muhfuckin cake gon act retarded in ya front yard nigga mow ya whole lawn now ya girl is sayin baby jus hold on(das right) a certified thug n****to whom it make concern look I am not a drug dealer , Im jus playin,how much you tryna spend n**** im jus sayin, in my Austin Martin lookin like James Bond, swear to God I can get 20 in tha Avalon, (dayum) another 30 in the Maxima, you know u ain on wit n**** dawg so I ain even askin her
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
Whether its holes on the strip or bricks on the street one thang for sho is a n**** gon eat one thang for sho is a n****gon hit it show me a sweet hustle BG gon hit it, Chopper City the business how u think I made it bubble I hustled I struggled, I struggled I hustled, kept getting it in a real n**** neva stop, quit I think not, I do it for the block, I was still hot from the shyt through hot now I want dat number wanna lear n how to grind, sit back and watch, im in second line from the bottom to the top
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price

(intro)
This is for that niggas that be all that mopin
All that yappin all that talkin (talkin)
This niggas will be all barkin no body hurd me stunt
That ass stuntin
(b.g.)
See where i'm from we huslle to make a livin
From riving surfing what eva u name it then gizzle did it
What eva bringing the chedda i'm with it i gota get it
For outa the ten commendmants i'm still askin forgivness
I'm on the block when it's bumpin n when it slow
When it rainy or sunny bringing keys to detroit in snow
Holla was happenin water and hollin whut up dog them bows
1300 them blocks is 20fo i aint no rookie in the game
I'm a pro soon as i jumped off of the porch pee-wee show me how it go
That was in 92 see by 94
I was cookin cuttinem, weighin, in the grind getting dough
Man all my life i'ma be a street nigga as long i'm in the game im playin for keeps nigga
I catch a nigga playin i'm bringing that heat nigga
Most of these niggas be stuntin u don't want beef nigga
(chorus)x2
Nowa days i try to lay wit'em to be cool
But this puppies be trippin straight disrespecting tha rules
And they know i'm a dawg
With ma hand on a 2
I don't know why they choose
To still testa dude
But i know what ima do
Since i got too much to lose
Send my choppa city boys
They twikin to act a fool
Twikin to grap them choppers
Twikin to cut'em lose
Twikin to leave ya sip full bollas wit
Out a clue
Twikin to hang yo family criving saying
The blues
Twikin to tell you that them was all on u
I aint the want to be fucking with
But if u bout money i'm the one
You should try to plug up
N get this money with
I'm on some other shit but if u cross my line
I turn back to head bustin quick
And split a niggas shit
I bet i pis out a nigga with this
Bullets like a bet the pis out bitch
chorus)x2
U talkin shit nigga hold that thought
All be right back wit that mac
Ima expose that thought
Let me see whatcha was thinking
U wanted to be smart
U brains is in the street now
Nigga u sleep now
(b.g. vers 3)
Talk behind ma back
In the street i'm a hear about it
Keep ma ear in the streets
So i'm gonna hear bout it
And i bet ya when i catch ya they gonna
Hear bout it
If i had laid in the streets
N let a lil child done found it
Man i'm a fool with it
And if them poeple come and question me
I'm a say i had nothing to do with it
I don't know who did it
But he had a big mouth
That nigga was always caught
Lose lipping
Chorus)x3
U talkin shit nigga hold that thought
All be right back wit that mac
Ima expose that thought
Let me see whatcha was thinking
U wanted to be smart
U brains is in the street now

[talking]
It's like I'm the Heart Of Tha Street Knah'im'sayin
you already know a body can't operate without a heart Knah'im'sayin
so if the heart stop then the street stops bumpin
[Verse 1]
if you could catch me not strapped nigga you good
come out the house without the pistol I wish I would
haters would love to catch me slippin but nigga please
I know these streets to well they a part of me
I'm a fool I feel like I'm the best
I take ya old lady-get my name tatted on her chest
I leave the ass soaked, I leave the pussy wet
I give her back to you then move on to who next
I hold the block down green, white, and brown
cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown
I live by the code, I die by the code
don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's go!
[Chorus]
When I was young man I got lost in the streets
but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz
When I was young man I got lost in the streets
but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz
When I was young man I got lost in the streets
but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz
When I was young man I got lost in the streets
but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz
[Verse 2]
All the hood niggaz feel me
and I ain't hard to find since I got money-the hood is where I still be
post up ciggerette hangin from my lip
glock in my pocket you see it I extended the clip
no joke-nigga no game
dogg it's all real with me it's no playin
I walk it how I talk it, I play it how it go
only three words I tell them people is "I-Don't-Know"
you say you 'bout this, you say you 'bout that
I heard nigga bust at you and you ain't bust back
you say you so this, you say you so that
I did an investigation nigga you ain't sold jack what's that?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Man I sleep with the tigers, I eat with the bears
however you want it believe that I can take it there
it's real in the field dogg, kill or be killed homes
pop or get popped up-walk or get walked on
steal or get stole dogg-pimp or get pimped nigga
shake or get shook dogg...flip or get flipped nigga
step or get stepped on pop or get popped up
watch what you say on the phone will get you locked up
shoot or get shot dogg, do or get done nigga
if you a man always stand and never run nigga
that's how I play it man Gizzle a G
if you ain't know (uh oh) man I'm the heart of the street

(Chorus)2x
'cause Im ridin on dubs and they hatin on me
I get a lot of love and they hatin on me
In the bently round the club and they hatin on me
Why's everybody playa hatin me
Kenoe-bg in parenthesis
When they see me with the rims that keep spinnin (they hatin on me)
33's and we chrome scottie pimpin(they hatin on me)
Cartielle with the tic tac toe (man they hatin on me)
We buyin cars of the show room flo'(and they hatin on me)
And im dressed in all berry to the flo' up(they hatin on me)
When they see my lambraghini doors go up(they hatin on me)
I got that crib that you see on mtv(they hatin on me)
Just did a song with snoop dogg last week(they hatin on me)
'cause i got ya baby momma in my coupe(they hatin on me)
And the feds know i got a lot of loute(they hatin on me)
And when i park my blue bentley on the curb(they hatin on me)
And they told my momma i was slangin bird(they hatin on me)
'cause im coppin new kicks b'fo they come out(they hatin on me)
'cause i got these ladies all stung out(they hatin on me)
Maybe 'cause my bank about to do a million plus(they hatin on me)
I got a tori and a timmy comin up(they hatin on me)
(Chorus)2x
Bg kenoe in parenthesis
I make mine, i go to jail (they hatin on me)
I got that latrell sprewell (they hatin on me)
Everything i touch a million sell (they hatin on me)
People sayin what's that smell (they hatin on me)
'cause you wont never get well (they hatin on me)
Moms getcho weed in the mail (they hatin on me)
I started choppa city records (they hatin on me)
At the show i hop out a stretch (they hatin on me)
I guarantee ya learn ya lesson (they hatin on me)
Before you looka it's thucka thucka ya hatin it's blucka blucka
I got a cl 320 (they hatin on me)
A e class 320 wagon (they hatin on me)
I got a gxr suzuki (they hatin on me)
Im still the same ole lil dude (they hatin on me)
Gotchu hata production (they hatin on me)
But you bustas you gotta love it (they hatin on me)
(Chorus)2x
Kenoe-(BG)
Im hoppin out in a throw back fit (they hatin on me)
New benz and it came with the kit (they hatin on me)
My money long like the mississippi river (they hatin on me)
My neck my watch my wrist they all glitta (they hatin on me)
You know kenoe buy cars out on rent(they hatin on me)
I throw a bust and that's a hundred g's spent (ooo they hatin on me)
But on the streets im makin beats for b gizzle(they hatin on me)
And every song that we do is off the hizzle(they hatin on me)
B.e.t is like you know i see you chillin(they hatin on me)
Let them girls see your life on how im livin (they hatin on me)
Im at the club with the baddest mommy in there(they hatin on me)
I got them girls harlem shakin all in there(they hatin on me)
Im doin shows for high prices over seas(they hatin on me)
But in the u.s. im goin for ten g's(they hatin on me)
You see my pants always sag to the flo' (they hatin on me)
Betta be lookin for that kenoe car show (stop hatin on me)
(Chorus)2x
Yeah....kenoe life as a mac volume one
B gizzle labratory entertainment
Stop hatin on us YA HEARD ME

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QUERRAS, SABRAS
QUE ESTE ES EL MOMENTO GUAPO
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
HOY TU SUEÑO ES REAL
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
ABRE TU MENTE
HEY! GUAPA
SI TU QUIERES BAILAR
QUERRAS, SABRAS
QUE ESTE ES EL MOMENTO GUAPO
QUERRAS BAILAR!!!
ABRE TU MENTE SIENTES LIBERTAD
¿LO QUIERES?
VIVE EL PRESENTE TU QUERRAS BAILAR
SI, TU
SUELTA TU CUERPO, DÉJATE LLEVAR
VAMOS CARIÑO,
VEN, DISFRUTA EL DANCE
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
HOY TU SUEÑO ES REAL
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
ABRE TU MENTE
HEY GUAPA, GUAPO
VEN A BAILAR
GUAPA, GUAPO,

(Ziggler the Wiggler talking with B.G.)
[Verse 1: B.G.]
I been on the road movin coke and slangin raps
traveling putting Chopper City on the map
I know I?m a get it with other niggas
I?m the underdawg so they doubt a nigga
but the streets bout a nigga
I?m a uptown big dawg and everone baby left hangin
I?m comin back to getchall
and we gone do it like real niggas do
not one maybach ten lac's comin through
we all got bitches on 24's spinnin
thats how it?s goin down when a real nigga get it
thats why they holdin back and they wont break bread
cuz they already now how B.Gizzle gone play it
I?m a go in the hood bring em another route
all my niggas with bonds I?m a get em out
all my niggas with monkeys I help get em off they back
I done got ride of mine so we rockin like that nigga
[Chorus: Ziggler the Wiggler] + (B.G.)
Geezy where you been man Geezy where you been
(man I been tryna make a dollar out off 15 cents)
I heard Juve went back now is you goin back
(you know Juve thats my dawg but I aint rockin like that)
Geezy where you been man Geezy where you been
(man I been tryna make a dollar out off 15 cents)
say Juve went back now is you goin back
(man Juve thats my dawg but I aint rockin like that)
[Verse 2: B.G.]
man I know people who know people
that give me work on the strength
I dont even have to owe people
I know arabs that know arabs
they get work from overseas
I bring it on V.L. and on the ave
I?m off the block so I?m a hold it down
I?m gonna pump this white I?m gonna bump this brown
I?m gonna get it out the mud I?m gonna stand my ground
nigga play me once I aint backin down
nigga fucked me once think he fuck in me again
I might aswell go to jail and be a punk then
I got connects in Detroit Michigan
you coke price fucked up see yo boy and I?m fixin it
I be all in Atlanta Georgia
I still be hollerin at them haitians down in Miami Florida
I?m a hustler baby said he fired me
but that wasn't nothin cuz the streets hired me
[Chorus: Ziggler the Wiggler] + (B.G.)
Geezy where you been man Geezy where you been
(man I been tryna make a dollar out off 15 cents)
I heard Juve went back now is you goin back
(you know Juve thats my dawg but I aint rockin like that)
Geezy where you been man Geezy where you been
(man I been tryna make a dollar out off 15 cents)
say Juve went back now is you goin back
(man Juve thats my dawg but I aint rockin like that)
[Verse 3: B.G.]
I done had a one on one with Lil Wayne
told him I got the game for him to do his own thing
I done had a one on one with Lil Turk
I told him kick that dope and we can make shit work
I done had a one on one with Juve to
I told him handle his business and holla when he through
nigga know I?m a hotboy for life
but I aint goin back aint no matter the price
I dont need no nigga nigga need me
I?ll jack him for I let him birdfeed me
I?m a fool with that pistol better ask around
if I?m broke I make niggas pay draft Uptown
I had coke make a fiend catch a cab Uptown
I told him on V.L. on the ave Uptown
it's 2004 if you real then you know
the streets is all mine Chopper City in the do

(feat. T.I.)
Boy you know it when you see it
G'z on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
The king on set
[hook:]
Ay boy you know it when you see it
Them G'z on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Nigga come in with that flex and jump up out and get checked
It ain't no disrespectin when the king on set
40 cal in a tech fuck around and get wet
You betta hit the deck when the king on set
We got them G'z on deck
And hit the deck when the king on set
[T.I.:]
Strap a slug on me mac 11 in the bubble coat
I'm chillin with tha homie what the fuck you startin trouble fo
First you tried to tell em homie hatas what are you lookin fo
Cause once we start to let them go yo ass they gon be lookin fo
Don't know what he took us fo
Never been a pusher so I don't know what they yellin screamin fussin cause he's pushin fo
I ain't fend to talk let em walk like it's all good
Catch em slippin in the parkin lot and then it's all good
Got a couple block and a mask in the club box
He come out the club and his ass get seen
Got em linked out the window with the beam on set
Made up my mind I'm a kill him when I see him no sweat
Make a bet I ain't gon put his monkey ass on a shelf
And I don't need nobody help cause I can do this shit myself
In a triple-black chevy ride low keystep I hope this nigga ready cause he gon' see death
[hook]
[B.G.:]
Now these niggas better move when the G'z comin through
Never be afraid to shoot when you see them near you
All fellas in my crew, ain't no tellin in my crew
Chopper city grand hustle is what they yellin in my crew
I'm a veteran in the crew, livin legend in my crew
I keep that desert eagle, lethal weapon plus 2
We gon beef what it do, man you know that I'm a ride
We can do it right here or we can take it outside
Everyday is homicide couple of bodies every night
We got half the population murder rate still rise
Ay bullets still fly write his name on the wall
I ain't even gotta do it I got goons on call
I'm a beast I'm a dawg you a bitch you a fraud
I'm a ride I'm a G you a snitch you a fraud
If you want it you can get it hit em all up in his neck
And in his head in his chest make sure that nigga wet deck
[hook]
[T.I.:]
Call me triple-O.G. pussy nigga gon see
You come with that disrespect and you know what it gon be
Call me triple-O.G. pussy nigga gon see
You come in with that hatin and you know what it gon be
Call me triple-O.G. pussy nigga gon see
You come in with that flex and you know what it gon be
Hit his ass up
Hey hit his ass up
Yeah shoot him
Let the paramedic get his ass up
[B.G.:]
You fuck with TIP fuck with me
Bust at him you bust at me
We comin 100 deep it's gonna get ugly
(x3)
Chop (chop) his ass up [x4]

What's up nigga?
(What's up)
Act like you know who this is
If you don't know who this is nigga
It's Lil' B. Gizzle, it ain't B. Geezie no more
You understand, it's Chopper City Records nigga
You heard me, for 2002 and I'ma give it to you
Uncut and raw, look
It's 'bout time I bring B. Gizzle on the scene
Remind niggas who forgot I'm still 'bout that beef
And I brings the heat, if it's daylight or night time
I bangs heat from AK's, macks and nines, now I ride
Believe me when I stress that there
Or that round thang on your neck, I'ma wet that there
Split that there, splat that there, bust that there
And this ain't conversation lil' one trust that there
I hit your set with that K and up that there
You can't duck from them 50 shots or run nowhere
Right where you stand my nigga, you done right there
Mama hollin', don't let that be my son right there
Well mama, I'm sorry that's your son right there
His body, his brains and his long wife there
Ain't 'bout to let no nigga play me fuck that there
They find you smelling like a skunk
Same time next year
I'ma set these niggas straight
(Fuck that shit)
Well, I'ma put em in they place
(Fuck that shit)
And let 'em know B. Gizzle here to stay
(Fuck that shit)
Now if you down with me nigga
(Holla, fuck that shit)
Look, I'ma set these niggas straight
(Fuck that shit)
Man, I'ma put 'em in they place
(Fuck that shit)
And let 'em know B. Gizzle here to stay
(Fuck that shit)
Now, if you down with me nigga
(Holla, fuck that shit)
If I say it, I say it 'cause I mean that there
If my finger on the trigger gotta squeeze that there
I'm a hustler 'bout my money, so I keeps that work
Play with me, I'll put you six feet in that dirt
Moppin' off, you know, you could get stole like that
Thuggin' in public, B. Gizzle roll like that
Ki's of coke, ounces of dope, I sold that there
Narcotics period, I sold that there
Jackin' niggas, killin' niggas, I did that shit
If it come with this life of crime, I lived that shit
Knifes a motherfucker, if I'm tellin' the truth
They'll tell you, ain't no tellin' what Geezie'd do
Convicted felon with a firearm quick to draw down
Think I'm playin' play with me, watch how quick I draw down
Watch how quick I load it, cock it and set this bitch off
Just like now, I'm 'bout this set this bitch off
I'ma set these niggas straight
(Fuck that shit)
I'ma put 'em in they place
(Fuck that shit)
And let 'em know B. Gizzle here to stay
(Fuck that shit)
Now if you down with me nigga won't you
(Grab your dick?)
I'ma set these niggas straight
(Fuck that shit)
Look, I'ma put 'em in they place
(Fuck that shit)
And let 'em know B. Gizzle here to stay
(Fuck that shit)
Now, if you down with me nigga won't you
(Grab your dick?)
Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim
Hoes like that's a Hot Boy, I know him
Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip
Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped
Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim
Hoes like, girl I wanna fuck him
Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip
Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped
I'm a hustler, I know a hundred and one ways how to hustle
Do what it take to get paid, hit the block
Runnin' the shop or pimp a bitch
That's a few besides K in that and takin' hits
I'm a rider, been a rider
I'm like Destiny's Child motherfucker, B. Gizzle is a survivor
Got my little brother ridin' with me
Got Ke'noe on the track, motherfucker do you feel me?
You gots to feel me, you gon feel me
'Cause I'ma give it to you raw, what you seen is what you saw
And I got the sawed off pump, got the uzi got the K nigga
You better run but you can't run 'cause you done you done diggity
Done dadda, motherfucker it's blocka, blocka
From the chopper, it's no more existence for you
It's no resistance for you but for me it's straight up
I'm a winner not a beginner, I'm a veteran to this shit
I've been doin' this shit a long time
Nigga know 'bout me, nigga know I'm 'bout mine
And I'ma shine nigga, it's 2000 and 2
So what the fuck you wanna do, it's Chopper City Records
Niggas thought I wasn't gon do it
Niggas thought I wouldn't be successful
But look at me now, look at me standin' tall
Look at me now nigga, I'ma ball till I fall
And you hate that, you can't take that
But you gotta take that or get your head bust black
Uh, how you love that, you gotta love that
I'm gonna run with this, I'm gonna run with that
Nigga, what the fuck up with you, ha?
You can't, you can't take this, nigga
I got my nigga Jordan, Feen Johnny
Uh, you gotta do it like that uh
What's happenin' Hurk nigga?
Yeah, uh, we puttin' faces on shirts nigga
Got my little brother in this bitch

(Dee Money)
I Got a masta plan 2 get dis money weather i gotta die 4 it weather I hustle on da block i stay real wit it from dat 9th ward dat c.t.c. 2 dat 13th vl bgizzle & dee money chopper city 2 we fall r.i.p. soulja slim magnolia's finest when i pull up in lac girl call me ya hinest cause i'm a real nigga posted on da block new orleans ya heard chopper city 13 shots.
(BG)
Ya'll niggaz must don't know dat i keep it real cause when i'm posted on da corner niggaz know's da deal got dat 44 on my lap new orleans ya heard me if
U smart you'll stay strapped a real nigga be ready 4 da future ahead a real nigga stay posted on da block and he neva scared bgizzle a real nigga bgizzle a hot boy bgizzle is da nigga dat run da block boy i might of got shot might've been in da penatatry from da 9th ward 2 da 13 best believe they gon feel a hot shot nigga da stays on solid ground born in new orleans louisiana uptown nigga.
(Dee Money)
Been on da move look like i been poppin viagra da same type a nigga dat make these girls shiver up in they bladder i'm dat same type a nigga dat
Rock wit chopper city me bgizzle hakizzle gar and my nigga sniper we be pulling trigga bullets running faster then a viper i stick and move get in da whip come at my connect again move on chrome feet when i move on solid tension cold blooded nigga make these hataz pay attention 2 these cool hearted rhymes got me callin in collect i'm from da 9th ward nigga mayne wat u expect.
(BG)
I'm on da grind move til i can't no mo pull up in a whip rollin on dubs 4 sho da type a nigga dat got da game on lock da same type a nigga dat keeps
A glock,yo dee.
(Dee Money Bridge)
From dat 9th ward 2 da 13th we straight thuggin fo sho keep it gangsta 2 u niggaz don't want no mo.
Form dat 9th ward 2 da 13th we straight thuggin fo sho keep it gangsta 2 u
Niggaz don't want no mo
(Both)

(feat. U.N.L.V.)
[Redman:]
Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga
[Intro: U.N.L.V.]
We right back at ya
When ya see this shit comin
B.G. and U.N.L.V. on the same track
Wit a shot to birdman
So now, We cleanin up feathers right now
Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know?
[Chorus x2: B.G.]
We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy
We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy
[U.N.L.V.]
Oh, He want some
It's a bird, It's a plane
Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane
[Verse 1: U.N.L.V.]
Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin]
B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin
I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down
Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down
Bad ass yella boy, This is for you
Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do
We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up
And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, Nigga give it up
Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps
I know ya missin all that, Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack
And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize?
That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie
Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick
Tell the whole world how ya really got that shit
It was Gizzle, U.N.L.V., My nigga Juve came late
Now how the fuck ya gon feed us off the same plate?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
It's the return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B.G.
And 2 big dogs from the UPT
U.N.L.V., Tech Nine, And lil ya
We bout to keep it real from the streets to the cellblock
Anybody hollerin, They get popped
Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block
It's real round here, All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here
Straight jacked round here
If nigga know that history put Cash Money on
Befo' Uptown thang, It was sacks and baron
I'ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie
I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye
I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped
Yella went inside and got the fuckin pistol grip
It's the real Cash Money, We started this shit
From loco 580 to the 226
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: U.N.L.V.]
You went from Lil Wayne to the number one dick rider
Fuck you mean you the best since the best retired?
Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off
Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa
I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony
Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate you and ya homie
How long will it be before ya realize, Realize?
Slim and Baby ain't nothin but the devil disguised
Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP
In 97, Got a deal off of you and LV
Album sold platinum gold, Bitch i'm comin for mine
And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch, I'm bringin that iron
You ain't got no strap, Remember Yella knocked ya out?
Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out
On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen
It's the real 226 spinnin a ben
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: U.N.L.V.]
Say uh, Flex, B.G., We don handled that shit, Man
Fuck that, The whole world know
They know who made them bitches
How the fuck you gon get a whole leaf of bread
And don't wan give a nigga but a piece of slice, Dawg?
Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down
Fuck you nigga, Fuck your brother too

[Intro]
B. Gizzle (Gizzle)
Chopper City (Chop chop)
Let's Go (let's go)
[Verse 1]
If nigga know me, nigga know I keep it all the way street
I'm thugged all the way out
And I'm bout whatever you bout
I keep it all the way real
Tell it just how it is
You don't like it that's ya problem, Imma speak what I feel
I'm on the block when it's hot, I'm on the block when it's cold
On the block when it's bumpin, I'm on the block when it's slow
Bout that money my nigga, I be chasin it heavy
You want beef, tell me when, Imma be there when you ready
You ain't got nothin to tell me (uhh uhh), really don't wann be bothered
(uhh uhh)
You a fake ass nigga, we got nothin in common
When I say I'm a hundred nigga I'm every percent
Either I fuck wit you or not, I ain't gon strattle the fence
Nigga cuff yo bitch, I got some good ass dick
Best keep her from round me, I fuck her and her friend (believe it)
If I touch her you through (through), my nigga ya done (done)
every time you try to fuck she ain't gon want none
[Chorus]
I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It)
I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It)
Girl gimme dat pussy, I know what to do wit it (do wit it)
Man I'm a hustla (hustla), I keep it gutta maine (gutta maine)
Give me a week, I been done ran through a hunned thangs (a, a hunned thangs)
Man I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It)
I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It)
Girl gimme dat pussy, I know what to do wit it (do wit it)
Man I'm a hustla (hustla), I keep it gutta maine (gutta maine)
Give me a week, I been done ran through a hunned thangs (a hunned thangs)
[Verse 2]
When I'm talkin it's real, When I'm talkin ya listen (listen)
You wann define hot boy, I'm ya best definition
I'm a all-around hustla (hustla), that there mean whateva
I could get it, weight it, cook it, move it, believe what I tell ya
That's why street niggaz dap me (dap me), my hoes wann hug me (hug me)
My mexican plug love me 'cause we all get money
I be holdin it down, been around for a minute
I got nine or ten albums, and I ain't nowhere near finished
I feel I'm just gettin started, got a long way to go
I wanted Bush to go, it'll be a long four more
Unless he pass a bill, to legalize this pimpin
Or let that dope come through without the feds interferrin
Man the law be trippin, always makin it hot (hot)
On my block, it's the criminals versus the cops
So nigga tell me what's up, let me know what it be
If you a busta ass nigga then you ain't like me cause Imma
[Talking]
Imma hustla
If you want work come see me
Yo man ain't treatin you right come see me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If you want it, I got it
If I ain't got it I can get it (get it)
When you get it and serve it to the fiends they gon feel it (feel it)
I don't be a dawg nigga, I don't stomp on it (on it)
I give it to ya raw and let you put cut on it
I travel with my hustlas down south to up north (north)
I don't post up long that's how niggaz get caught (caught)
I don't post up long that's how get draw attention
And if I get popped again, I'm headed to penitentiary
So I stick and move, hit and miss, handle business, get in the wind
Gimme a week, I sell it all, I'm right at my connect again
Nigga know my status, I be thuggin for real
I don't depend on rap, I be hustlin for real

[B.G. (Talking)]
What's Happenin Mayne?
This Lil' B.G
Your numba 1 Hot Boy
And I got my Chopper City Boyz ridin with me
You know what I'm saying
And we bout to fuck the game up on some real nigga shit. Look
[B.G.]
I'm official in any neck of the woods
I could hop out on any step in any hood
Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad
A click of niggaz with choppers in black with ski masks
I'm a coach so I play the sideline
Let Kizzle go and snipe at these niggaz that out of line
I'm a hot boy, people know what's happening with me
Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory
I could do that, shit real round here
Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here
Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict
Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit
I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
You don't know it's me that's in the camoflauge caddy
It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch
Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit
[B.G. (Talking)]
We still get our shine on, ya heard me
[Chorus x2]
We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the 22's, We on factory
(B.G. Talking)
Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real
Nigga What's Happenin
(Hakim)
I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out
Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth
I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house
Now I know how I'm livin with real thugs in my house
If I ain't on chrome, your bitch still gonna jock me (fa real)
Man I'm on fact and that nigga still gonna knock me
You hatin niggaz, y'all really need to stop it
I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet
My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20
Earrings worth 10, bitch the whip cost 100
100 in the case, 17 in the glock
Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block
I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker
Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster
A 100 percent real nigga, look me up and down
Located in Chopper City, G'd up and soulja'd down.
[Chorus]
[Gar]
Fuck pushing 10 whips, I spin in the wide track
Bitches still get side-tracked
Ain't got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out
Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle
Actually factory got me with a whole faculty
I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps
They love trap but don't need to tell
And the bullets sell and your body in hell
And shot 'em villians and pulled off a lot
In big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers
That's how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from runnin straight
[Snipe]
Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory
I'm Lo Pro, foul, dicksuckers no longer be harassin me
Niggaz actually trippin thinking a nigga
Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits
And the set of sprewells, man they slippin
I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me
With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me
But people hacking me, they just be passing me
I just got my package from the west right back to the east
[Chorus]
[Ziggler The Wiggler (Talking)]
Yeah, You pullin up at the light
Your rims looking good
You got them spinners
But when your hoe asks you to take her out
You can't even afford I-Hop
You pullin up at the club
Jumping out with brand new shirts on
And she say gimme some money
You can't even keep your phone on
Nigga we on factory behind them old 10s
With 20 stacks in our pocket nigga
This Ziggler the Wiggler baby
And we kicking the door open for some real niggaz
You understand me, Guess what?
All them real niggaz, you got a chance now baby

Chorus:
I be doing my thang (doing my thang)
You know that I be doing my thang (doing my thang)
Can't stop B Gizzle
Verse 1:
You know my pimp game tight, mack game official
Streets still the same so I stay packing a pistol
Code never changed, Always keep your heater with you
Never know when a heater in the cut trying to get you
Cruise through the hood on dubs in the winter
Dub deuces in the summer, I'm hellafied nigga
26s on my hummer, get my shine on nigga
I can do it like that cause I get my grind on nigga
And I hustle however I gotta whenever I want
where ever I'm at, weed, dope, pills, or crack
I be getting connected, making the moves
And plugging my click so let a real G do what he do
Cause I'ma do it if you want me to do it or not
I think its best you let me if you don't wanna get shot
I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot
If you test me, the results is I wet up your block
Chorus x2
Verse 2:
Get in touch with me if you ain't know where the yay at?
Keep 50 bricks laced in the trunk of the maybach
I don't give out my number cause niggas rat, I don't play that
Never give a fed something that have to cause the playback
Have me where all my niggas from back in the day at
On the conspiracy, asking myself why did I say that?
I know better, I can sniff a snitch out
Just as quick as I can bat a bitch and pull my dick out
Just as quick as I can open shop and move a brick out
I change route, I feel that vibe, I'm good at scoping shit out
Good at duct-taping those hoe niggas who open their mouth
Informers informing their people that the cope out the drought
Fuck with a nigga money, that ain't how it go in the south
That how the fuck you get caught up and ain't a way out
I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot
If you test me, the results is I wet up your block
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
Money in the mission I'm on, No lying
I ain't fifty but I'ma get rich or die trying
If the work good and the price sweet, I'ma buy it
Gotta hope who'll hit the train drive back or fly
My city on lock when its wet and its dry
Gotta connect like the internet, I stays online
Gotta benz on chromes so wet, stay on shine
My nigga get on your game cause I stays on mine
Nigga who played games, I spray K's and Nine's
It's chopper city and we ready to ride or die
I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot
You test me, the results is I wet up your block

SE ME NOTA
NO APRENDO A MENTIR
HACE CASI NADA
QUE SOBRAS JUNTO A MÍ
LLUEVEN LOS CONSEJOS
QUE ME CANSO DE OIR
NENE, DATE CUENTA
QUE ESTO NO ES PARA MÍ
SE ACABO EL AMOR QUE NO EMPEZAMOS NUNCA
ESTO ASI YA NO ME GUSTA
SE ACABO EL AMOR QUE NO EMPEZAMOS NUNCA
SIEMPRE HAY UN MOMENTO DE LLORAR, CORAZON…
NO TE OLVIDES
ME GUSTA SOÑAR
BUSCO AMORES NUEVOS
QUE ME DEJEN BRILLAR
PROMETI MIL VECES
NO DEJARME LLEVAR
NENE, DATE CUENTA
LO QUE FUE YA NO ES MAS
SE ACABO EL AMOR QUE NO EMPEZAMOS NUNCA
ESTO ASI YA NO ME GUSTA
SE ACABO EL AMOR QUE NO EMPEZAMOS NUNCA
SIEMPRE HAY UN MOMENTO DE LLORAR, CORAZON
NO ME PIDAS MAS QUE VUELVA
(JUNTO A TI JAMAS)
NO QUIERO NADA MAS,
NADA, NADA, NADA MAS
DOCE HORAS
UN AMOR DE MODA
YA NI ME LO PUEDO ACORDAR
SOLAMENTE
DOCE HORAS
UN AMOR DE MODA
YA NI ME DETENGO A OLVIDAR
SE ME NOTA
ME GUSTA SOÑAR
DEMASIADAS LUNAS
ME ESCUCHARON CANTAR
TODOS LOS CONSEJOS
QUE ME CANSO DE OIR
NENE DATE CUENTA

CUIDAME
CUIDAME UNA TARDE MAS
LA NOCHE SE ACERCA Y YA NO ESTAS
DEJE MI VIDA EN TI...
CUIDAME OTRO AMANECER
NO QUIERO MAÑANAS SIN QUE ESTES
NO ME DESARMES MAS
POR FAVOR
SOLO QUIERO DARTE AMORSI TE MIRO, YA NO ESTAS,
SI ME ACUERDO, TE OLVIDAS,
DEJAME SOÑAR
QUE TODO VA A CAMBIAR
CUIDAME AMOR
CUIDAME HOY
CUIDAME POR FAVOR
SE AHOGA UN SUEÑO EN MI
TENGO UN CUENTO POR DELANTE
JUNTO A TI
CUIDAME AMOR
CUIDAME HOY
CUIDAME POR FAVOR
SE AHOGA UN SUEÑO EN MI
NO ME IMPORTA NADA MAS
REGRESA YA
CUIDAME

COMO PUESDE SER
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS AMARME
COMO PUEDE SER QUE QUIERAS ESCAPARTE
SI ES TUYO MI CORAZON
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS TOCARME
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS BESARME
SI NECESITO TU AMOR
NO PENSABA ASI ANTES DE CONOCERTE
Y NO TE TUVE Y PERO TEMO PERDERTE
TE SIENTO CERCA DE MI CORAZON
PERO ME ESQUIVAS Y TE OLVIDAS
Y ME DUELE ESTE AMOR
Y ESTOY PENSANDO EN TI
Y NO QUIERES SABER DE MÍ
Y ESTOY SUFRIENDO ASI
PERO NUNCA VIENES A AQUI
ESCUCHA MI CORAZON
ESCUCHA MI CORAZON
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS AMARME
COMO PUEDE SER QUE QUIERAS ESCAPARTE
SI ES TUYO MI CORAZON
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS TOCARME
COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO QUIERAS BESARME
SI NECESITO TU AMOR
NO SÉ QUE DECIR
PERO IGUAL QUIERO HABLARTE
ES QUE NO QUIERO SOLAMENTE MIRARTE
Y CADA VEZ QUE TE VEO PASAR
SOLO ME ESQUIVAS Y TE OLVIDAS
Y NO ME HABLAS JAMAS
Y ESTOY PENSANDO EN TI
Y NO QUIERES SABER DE MÍ
Y ESTOY SUFRIENDO ASI
PERO NUNCA VIENES A AQUI
ESCUCHA MI CORAZON

(BG)
Spark it up make it happen grab yo piece i increase with da lease homicide battle me i dare there's nothin between air dawg i don't play fair i come through like a amtrak what u gon do got dis nine on saftey my mine ready 2 loose rollin on dub when i ride conspiracy of a true murder bout 2 shut it do i'm a uptown soulja cause i'm on dangerous grounds wit da k in my hand ready 2 blaze ya fast i'm da clean up man on dangerous grouns wit da k in my hand ready 2 bllaze ya fast i'm da clean up man
(Hakizzle)
Nigga i'm a clean up man on private moves with exstension bout 2 shut it down stayin on private tension posted on da block nigga let dat gat talk
You could tell dat i clean up cause i shine in da dark some niggaz be actin funny some niggaz keepin it real mayne u ask why i got dis k in my hand i'm a soulja 4 lyfe i'm da clean up man
(Dee Money)
I'm a clean up man on every side of da ghetto from block 2 yo block we straight keepin it hot rollin on dubs when i ride it's homicide on da block
It's not da ice on my wrist but da grillz in my mouth dirty south pimpin chopper city nigga rollin with gizzle & hakizzle chopper city clean up niggaz our chain shine like da light rollin on chrome nigga yeah dat's right.
(BG Bridge)
We On dangerous grounds wit da k in our hands ready 2 blast ya fast i'm da clean up man we on dangerous grounds wit fa k in our hand ready 2 blast ya fast i'm da clean up man.
(All)

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:Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga
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
It ain't gravy Nigga
(Young Black)You Know I Had To Do A Remix
Its the young black and im just doin' my thang
Lettin' them brains hang wit that nine i bang
Steppin' against me then i'll give u the blues
The original fam boy that sport reebok shoes
I'll put u six feet fuckin wit me
Its the Y.B. and the trill B.G.
Just keppin' it real
Make niggas feel the steel
We uncut and raw just kill or get kill
Off top it's hot where them choppers get chop
Represent that DET and that monica block
The Fam is my click and u gotta respect it
We bout rearange the game and u gotta respect it
Them Fam Boys is a army nigga
A navy nigga
If you ever try to harm me nigga
It aint gravy nigga
So don't fuck wit me reala,or i give u the chills
Leave blood out yo body when them hollows come out that steel
Chorus:2x
The Fam Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga

Verse One: Baby (Big Tymers)
Man I got these broads iceing it up
While my lil B.G.s on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy I done had bad luck
And I'm a always show love to my cut
Hit tha club light tha lights up
The Cash Money motto is to drank 'til you throw up
Point the broad out guaranteed I can pluck
Cause Wodie 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 lost, stranded as a youngster
Stack my chesse up
'cause oneday I'm a give this street life up
Beef I don't discuss
Wodie outta line wodie gone get his head bust
Cash Money millionaires plus
Don't touch broad if you can't pluck the broad
Twenty inches with t.v.'s is a must
By the year two thousand Lil' Wayne gone tear this game up
Verse Two: Lil' Wayne (Hot Boys)
Boss B, slow down in the Jag you lost me
You know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Number one rapper, dippin low low
In a compressor sippin mo-mo
Spend a lotta cheddar, look
My click couldn't be betta
I'm married to C.M.R. baby
Love it or leave it
Drop tops when it's hot
Strech hummer's when it's not
Light up the whole block when
You glance at my watch
It's Wayne baby, thugged out won't change baby
I do your main lady, in a blue navigaty (navigator)
That's game baby, you can call me a game shooter
But since I drive a bubble people call me Lex Luger
I pull up in a expedition they be like ah no,no,no he didn't
Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are?
I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R.
(Chorus) Repeat
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
Lorenzos on Yokahama tires
Bling bling
Verse Three: Manny Fresh (both)
It's the playa with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya slirppin' not _______' take off the rubber
Then toss that broad 'cause I don't love her
Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that thang to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
You lil kids out there just don't understand
Verse Four: Juvenile (Hot Boys)
I'm a 1999 driver
I'm a uptown third ward Magnolia T.C. rider
Ole ignorant boy always stun'n
Big ballin' cahouney's you can see him when he comin'
Booted up
Diamond up
Golds be shinnin' up
All them diamonds be blindin' up
People at the second line be sayin' I be damn
Up in they best fits sayin' Juve got me damn
(Chorus) 2x
Verse Five: B.G. (Hot Boys)
I be that playa 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 dealin with your girl all in your home
Haters be like look at that benz on all that crome
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A mercedes benz seven hundred B 14
I know you haters can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya bustas face when ya see that
Man look at that
Girls wear shades just to stand on side of me
They 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

(*talking*)
Look, I'ma get in the game you heard me
Women, over here come listen, tell em
If you ain't been with a nigga, its too late
In the game, for a nigga to be making a bitch feel lead
You'll wanna get it right, and when you get it right
You'll wanna keep it right, look
A real nigga is hard to come by, believe it
[B.G.]
Girl I can't believe you, how you gon
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you
The way I break my back, good as I treat you
I keep saying this, I'ma really have to seat you
I'd hate to see the outcome, if I leave you
But its cause I wanna be, its not because I need you
You don't wanna be careful, why should I try to keep you
Nigga gon fuck, then he gone in a week or two
Them same hoes you be repping to, believe it or not, the same hoes
Behind your back, run and tell me, each and everything you do
You better wake up, and pay attention
Realize your partnas wanna ask you out, to get to yo position
I guarantee they got they man cuffed, if he say no that mean no
They can't go there, ain't gon huff and puff
That's a done deal, you better keep it real
You better, realize who pay your bills
[Chorus]
Them hoes be acting up
They gon make a nigga bat em up
I'm sorry bitch, but I done had enough
Man I'ma leave this bitch in handcuffs
I say you hoes be acting up
You gon make a nigga bat you up
I'm sorry bitch, but we done had enough
We gon fuck around, and leave this bitch in handcuffs
[Gar]
Now see this what I'm talking bout, you out here running round
With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes
Bring em to your house, then walk around in they bad clothes
You sneaking to the club with em, when I be on the map, that's cold
But its cool, cause my mama never raised no fool
We was in school, you had a nigga when I played on you
I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind
In the blind, you knew I stayed with other shit on my mind
But all it did was take time, to show me the light
No I can't put this one behind, so you can go head and kite
So tell them hoes that there, and see what they say
They can't fuck you, but I can knock them off any day
So get your hand out my face, 'fore I bat you in yours
You should of, stayed in your place now the tables done turned
And everything I gave you, bitch I struggled to earn
Get your purse you gotta skate, you lucky you don't get burned
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
Girl don't play dumb, you know who made you
Everything you want you get, everything you got I gave you
I took you from hard times and saved you
In the best of everything I laced you
Made it where no one could fade you, sometimes I hate you
I love you to death, but the way you act
I know that's not the way, that Lil B.Gizzle raised you
I'm on the verge, about to shake you, don't forget
I'm a paid nigga getting sick of, you trying to be slicker
Tripping, trying to build fake cases, a house
Your clothes, your feature and supplied transportation
And that's how you gon do a nigga, mentally abuse a nigga
You gon regret trying to use a nigga, you this close from bout to lose this nigga
Man they got hoes all over the world, that wish they knew this nigga
See one time threw with you, I'm threw with you
Ain't nothing that I could do with you, but try to be cool with you
[Chorus]
(*Red talking*)

It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no love
It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix
Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck
[Lil' Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door
Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin
[Turk]
Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, that's who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die
Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild
[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
And I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster,
If I pull it out my holster
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's
In my heart I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it,
Try to keep a nigga off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best attourney speak for me
And I speak and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be repped on
Who whole block get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask
It ain't no way that you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch
They All 'N
[Juvenile]
Even if I don't get no taller
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could handle that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you dome split
You home hit, jeopardized
Niggaz spendin' a bin in camoflauge
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with this clique I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal type shit
Some *cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you niggaz feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no love
It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix
Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck
[Lil' Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door
Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin
[Turk]
Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, that's who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die
Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild
[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
And I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster,
If I pull it out my holster
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's
In my heart I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it,
Try to keep a nigga off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best attourney speak for me
And I speak and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be repped on
Who whole block get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask
It ain't no way that you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch
They All 'N
[Juvenile]
Even if I don't get no taller
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could handle that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you dome split
You home hit, jeopardized
Niggaz spendin' a bin in camoflauge
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with this clique I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal type shit
Some *cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you niggaz feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt

[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue blues
It'll be no clues
When I strike, you lose
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
Your issue's.. where I hang
You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on, it's on, you all in
I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben
Without a grin
Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
Just me and my girlfriend
We out to win
Still got ki's for ten
I get from B
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep
I front a nigga
Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
Thought it was all gravy
He got his issue
(Chorus4x [B.G.])
It's gon' be 187 after 187
It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed
But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real
Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner
And can do.. just about.. whatever I want
I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal
And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in
It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again
I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers
I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow
But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow
Nigga, go
You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me
No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'
(Chorus4x)
[B.G.]
Duck.. nigga, duck
'cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray
Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect
Cash Money liable to do anything next
Fly around your set in a private jet
Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette
Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)
[Juvenile]
We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all
Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball
Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up
Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose
Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know
(Chorus6x)
[B.G.]
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent tha U.P.T.
Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that shit if you wanna
I'll spin your corner

(feat. Conrad)
[Singing Over B.G.Talking]
Yeah you already know how it is in the streets(uh huh)
you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you)
you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind
you can't let them hoes get in ya way (never ever, ever, ever...)
you know I mean you can play with 'em but to a certain extent
[Chorus - Conrad]
What I Need in my life seems so hard to find (so hard - so hard -
so hard)
gotta get up on my grind 'cause I'm runnin out of time (it's like I'm
runnin out of time)
well my momma always told me only the strong survive (only the
strong survive)
and all the pain in my eyes, gotta make it out alive
[Verse 1 - B.G.]
Look I'm hard as they come and niggaz know that
and if I fuck with a hoe and leave I can't go back
I'm too true to the game dogg I can't slip
my baby momma the only one got me pussy whipped
I got two's, and threes and they know how it go
respect it or check it or they gotta hit the road
I chase money like niggaz chase ass in the Pen
and I need a few mills before the years end
I pop my collar in the club, get my drank on
and in the winter man I gotta put the mink on
I'm a pimp I got my picks and chooses with 'em
I got too many already I don't know what to do with 'em
but I'm a keep my head up like a big dogg
get this money, fuck these hoes and say fuck all y'all
I gotta heart I'm a man I can get serious
but I'm chasin money right now man I gotta get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - B.G.]
Niggaz thought I was threw from that other click
look how far I done came with this Chopper City shit
I gotta hold this shit down can't give it up
Slim will turn in his grave if I don't live it up
I put God first, family second, and money third
so my fourth option gotta be gettin off these birds
my momma give me all she could, I don't know
how the streets just came and grabbed me by the throat
but I'm in them now and I ain't turnin back
and I ain't turnin no corners without it on my lap
nigga I'm in the trap you can ask anybody
you want beef I ain't trippin you can see me about it
I'm bout whatever partna believe what I say
if I get uncomfortable I'm a unload the K
my plans and dreams get bigga everyday
so every night I gotta get on my knees and pray

[Intro: B.G.]
Whats happenin' look (whhaaaa)
It's Lil B. Gizzle ya heard me
One of New Orleans finest
and if you walk with me for a minute in New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do it
[B.G.]
Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts
And we got big money spending habits
All got trucks and cars made by caddy
And all got a bad girl that call us daddy
You should see us, the weekend would buy you classic
We on Canel Street holdin' up traffic
Hollerin' at girls white, black, and hispanic
From southern and grambblin'
Tryin to make it happen
We coming through big trucks sound knockin'
Girls in the middle of the street p-poppin'
That's how we do it, where we do it
We don't play with it
You got a K, you play
We got a K we spray with it
That's how we roll deep down in the boot
We quick to shoot, but strictly bout getting loop
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
And ima show you how we do
[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on
[B.G.]
All day on Monday it must be on the grind
Cause that night is going down round the bottom line
Tuesday night pop a pill and go catch a screaser
Shoot cross the river
Go holla at Juve at Club Caesar
Wednesday I gotta see the girl shake
You bring it off, they take it off at the Show Case
Thursday night they 50 deep with they crew
Uptown and downtown in the House of Blues
Friday you don't know what to expect
Why Wayne had me bump in that Key West
Saturday don't forget your strap or your vest
Cause anything liable to happen at the Duplex
Sunday morning, on the lake parking lot pimpin'
Sunday night it's going down at three sixty
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do
[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on
[B.G.]
It ain't no secret New Orleans is full of guerillas
It ain't no secret New Orleans is full of some killas
It ain't no secret Chopper City in the door
It ain't no secret I'm backed up by Cutt Throat
It ain't no secret I ain't a rookie, I'm a pro
It ain't no secret it ain't bout Cash Money no more
If you real than you know from that git go
It's alwayz been Chopper City in the Ghetto
Now VL where you at throw your hands up
Magnolia where you at throw your hands up
Melphamine and Josephine throw your hands up
For C Murder Calio throw your hands up
Downtown where you at throw your hands up
Stop the violence everybody put your gats up
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do
[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now why don't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now don't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me

YA NUNCA MAS
YA NO VOY A REGRESAR CONTIGO
QUE MAS DA QUE ME HABLES
Y ME DIGAS COSAS AL OIDO
PRONTO ME IRE
Y ME LLEVARE UN AMOR HERIDO
DEJO A MIS ESPALDAS
UN TIEMPO QUE TU NO HAS COMPARTIDO
Y ME PREGUNTAS QUE CAMBIO EN MI CORAZON
SI FUE POR CULPA DE OTRO AMOR
QUE TE HE DEJADO DE QUERER
NO ENTIENDES NADA
O NO QUIERES ENTENDER
QUE SOLO YO FUI QUIEN AME
SI MI CORAZON SE PIERDE
MAS Y MAS ENTRE LA GENTE
NO CREAS QUE VOY A REGRESAR
SI MI CORAZON SE PIERDE
MAS Y MAS ENTRE LA GENTE
NO CREAS QUE VOY A REGRESAR
YA NUNCA MAS
YA NO VOY A REGRESAR CONTIGO
PUEDE QUE ME DIGAS
QUE SIN MI TE SIENTES TAN PERDIDO
PERO ES ASI
DEJO ATRÁS TODO LO QUE HE VIVIDO
MIENTRAS CAE LA LLUVIA
SIENTO QUE MI ALMA ES UN VACIO
Y ME PREGUNTAS QUE CAMBIO EN MI CORAZON
SI FUE POR CULPA DE OTRO AMOR
QUE TE HE DEJADO DE QUERER
NO ENTIENDES NADA
O NO QUIERES ENTENDER
QUE SOLO YO FUI QUIEN AME
SI MI CORAZON SE PIERDE
MAS Y MAS ENTRE LA GENTE
NO CREAS QUE VOY A REGRESAR
SI MI CORAZON SE PIERDE
MAS Y MAS ENTRE LA GENTE

(Talking)
What's Happenin Mayne?
This Lil' B Gizzle, Ya Heard Me
At any given time it could happen
So I'm here, you know I gotta make it happen, Look
Verse 1:
I'm a street nigga, I live my life on the edge
and the last on the streets gotta know how to play
Niggas don't play fair, they be telling the feds
All a nigga business where he drive, where he stay at
Thats fucked up, thats cold, thats sour
Keeping it real is the code I follow
I honor the street code, don't rat, don't snitch
Get popped, be a man and take ya lick
I done backed out, I done gave the game up
The life I was living dawg, I had the change up
Eventually, I would end up banged up, stressed out
Uptown somewhere with my brains bust
I ain't rocking like that, Nigga I'm trying to live
I ain't trying to get killed, Trying to get these mills
Trying to fuck these hoes, do these shows
and cop my whole click benz 5 double 0 (benz 5 double 0)
Chorus x2:
I could be dead tomorrow but I'm alive right now (right now)
I could be loaded tomorrow but I'm not right now (right now)
I was living yesterday but I could die right now (right now)
It's my year and my time so I'm gonna shine right now (right now)
Verse 2:
Nigga thought I was gone and I never stopped druggin
When I first left it alone, nigga thought I was stuntin
Almost a year strong and I ain't done nothin
Still get my grind on cause nigga I love hustlin
Addicted to gettin hoes and gettin this money
Addicted to slangin dick cause Gizzle love fucking
Need to go to rehab cause I love head bustin
But I love the streets, I'm always be thuggin
If you a game stashed nigga, you gotta know how I'm coming
You gotta know if you want drama, nigga then its comin
Cowards hatin on me, even much on my block
They don't want to see they only nigga on top
I won't let they worry me, They know how I'll let Juvi rock
They know if they get out of line, I'ma make it hot
I'ma make it stressful, I'ma make it hard
They can't hang nowhere from the 3rd to the 9th ward (3rd to the 9th ward)
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
I could be dirty tomorrow but I'm not right now
I could be hurtin tomorrow but I'm shot right now
I could be broke tomorrow but I'm not right now
I keep shows every week cause I'm hot right now
I could get caught tomorrow but I'm out right now
I ain't fucking with nothing, it's a drought right now
I'm up on my game, cause I'm living right now
This all about Geezy and Chopper City right now (right now)
Chorus x2
(Talking)
That's how it is, ya heard me
I know I could've been dead yesterday
Living today, I prolly get loaded tomorrow
Now I'm doin it right now, It's cool though ya heard me
Ain't no disrespect, It ain't no more Cash Money, no living in New Orleans
It's 2004 Chopper City Cutthroat, Ya heard me
That's how we playin it, Those who layed this right here Baby

[B.G.]
Wasup nigga?
This the H.N.I.C. of Choppa City Records
3 time loser but I still ride with it, ya heard me?
[Verse 1]
Well it's Geezy, the hottest of the hot
You can catch me posted in the middle of the block
Suited and booted, I'm bout it, ain't gotta prove it
I see it then I'ma do it, I up it then I'ma use it
And it's like that, don't think you gon' steal
a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back
We'll be right back, fuck you done it nigga
We treat beef like coke, we 2-for-1 a nigga
Them soldiers coming nigga, you hear 'em stumpin nigga
Your clips loaded about 100, it ain't no runnin nigga
You gon' get punished nigga, and your partners too
You in beef, so that mean they got it too
Now is they nuttin up, or they skettin out
You gon' see when that pressure come, they gon' rat you out
And once we find out, where ya layin at
That's when we come in 50 deep and scram that
[Chorus: x2]
I keep peeps that will always, ride with me
I got beef so I always, ride with that
When I creep I always, ride with that
When we meet then ya know I'ma be, poppin that
[Verse 2]
You know I sleep and I eat it
I'm in the streets it ain't easy
All year round, where I'm from it's murder season
I keep mine close, always in grabbing reach
I heard they got a few niggaz talkin bout snatchin me, nabbin me
I ain't going for that, come with it, come get it
Last nigga tried, you know how it ended
Wig splitted, dun-diggidy, I'm bout this, I bang back
You ain't gotta wonder where them things at, they right here
I walk with em, ride with em, sleep with 'em
Fuck with me, I'ma show you I'm a fool when I creep with 'em
I'ma beast with em, Gizzle don't play, I'm a dog
AK's, Mack 11's, Tech 9's, got 'em all
Put your face on the wall, I'm lookin at that
Sayin how ya gon' let a nigga hit me from the back
You gotta think in the streets, don't trust nobody
If you ever caught hustlin, don't bust nobody
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
When death come close your eyes, you won't see that shit
Fuckin with Choppa City, nigga it's gon' be that shit
We bout that trigger play, partner you could leave that shit
I'm a uptown nigga, I'ma be that there
Bitch made type nigga, can't be that there
When there's money coming in, I'ma be right there
C-Vannis, Magnolia, I'ma be right there
With the 40 on my hip, the chopper 'cross the street
The sniper on the roof, keepin a eye on me
I'm a product of the street, I get it how I live
It is what it is so I get it how I live
I'm bout that guerilla warfare, I cock the nine back
I told her ? round, I'm bout the dime bags
Whatever you're thinking, don't try that
Cause where ya hide at, I'ma find that

Wassup
C'mon I need a hot girl
Really ha I need a wifey
hahahahaha you know what's happening with me though
C'mon keep it real
I'ma keep it real
You understand
You treat me right I'ma treat you right
You dog me I dog you (Fo' show)
[B.G.]
I'm from tha streets
I've been hot all my life
So free bitches and hot girls is all I like
Gotta be raw and jazzy that's my type
And stand behind me if I'm wrond or right
Drive at night
Fight my fight
Rock that pipe
I hit the road come back
It's nice and tight
I get ya what ya want
No matter the price
We get to sit on a Sunday in the Benz or the bike
Reppin' and stuntin'
Shinin' and flossin'
Just ballin'
You got a problem with anything I solve it
you need me call me Geezy there
You could be anywhere girl Geezy there
Keep it real, I keep it real
To the bone I swear
Don't be stingy with that love
Come on and share
You gotta open up, you gotta care
I'ma give ya this love and passion, I swear
[Chorus]
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thing baby
Youe my man and I'm gon' be your lady
I know this biz it'll drive ya crazy
But I'ma give my love only to you
I'ma be right by your side
It's do or die (Only to you)
I got ya back yeah
Baby that's a fact yeah
I I I I'm only for you
[Wyndi]
I'll be always there for you
You know that my heart is true
So boy do what you gotta do
As long as you bring your love home to me
Cause you knoe I give you everything you need
Ummm yeah
You know you got my love
You know you got my trust
I know it is a must
And this is what I guarantee
Forever me and you baby
Your lady
Mmm, always with you
Only for you
Only for you
So don't you worry
[B.G.]
It ain't nothin' in this world
I won't do for my sweetie
You get it whether you want it
Not jus when you need it
I treat ya how ya suppose to and wanna be treated
I ain't talkin' just to be talkin'
I say it, I mean it
I'm hot for you
You know how to please me, then please me
Don't tease me
Let's get off the heezy
Girl I'm fiening
You got Lil' B.Geezy
Tweeking to do ya something
I'm overheating
Please believe me
I guarantee when I'm through
You think you was dreamin' when I'm through
I'ma leave ya something proper
Do ya something nasty
Ooh girl I'ma do ya something nasty
You know how I roll
You know how I get down
you know how I'm from Uptown
You know how I get down
It's the real on that side of the field
You be Bonnie
I be Clyde
Let's hustle and get a mill

What's happenin' main?
This B. Gizzle
Your number one original hot boy, ya heard me
And I got Collipark Music
They got me bouncin' wit dis one here
You could bounce wit it, you could buck wit it
And you could roll wit it, ya heard me
My dawg smurf I'm tellin' you did this here
This that life after cash money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
My ghetto pass go state to state
I could go in any hood 'cuz I ain't fake
I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet
For Soulja Slim, won't you do that Nolia Clap with me
Say hot girl, don't play with me
Like Ying Yang, let me see you salt shake for me
I'm on the move, no stoppin' this
Cash money move over I gots this
I'm 'bout to fuck the game up, just watch this
When it's over I bet I see a profit
I'm a CEO, I'm a artist too
I'm a hustler, I can get work from Florida too
Don't fuck with me, I'll stump you
If you score the right amount, I'll front you
I talk this shit 'cuz I'm 'bout this shit
Ain't no way I could run a way out this shit
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
I got 4-0 dawgs that's goin' to jail
I'm takin' Keddy baby momma that ain't got no bail
I keeps it real, if you real you know
I'm in the game, so I gotta play the game how it go
See where I'm from they got hoes that grind
On the block all day gotta respect they mind
They'll cut you up, they'll mace you too
And they got a baby nine they'll spray at you
It's eye-for-eye I go pound-for-pound
I'm New Orleans, only hopin' I'ma hold it down
Either roll with me, when I'm rolling through
Or I guarantee I'ma roll over you
I'm a fool wit it
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's Chopper City
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me in that Nolia
I'm a gangsta, the streets backin' me
I ain't goin' back to baby, stop askin' me
It's C-H-O double P-E-R, C-I-T-Y
Nigga, till the day I die
I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth
When I'm in the streets I be out there head first
I'm on the creep, with no sleep
I ain't trynna rest till the enemy six feet
It's game time, and I'm ready to play
Gimme my remote and my remote is my K
I spray with it, I'm from uptown
I gotta stay with it
When we murder, we know how to get away with it
We do our slick, one shot to the head is how we slank a bitch
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls
Ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls

(B.G. Talking)
[Verse 1]
I was born 1980 September 3rd
thats the day checks come out and vics gets served
so you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain
my daddy had 3 brother that all gave me some game
they was raised in the projects I was born in the hood
I was raised on the block my mom did what she could
always got what I need sometimes I got a lil mo
but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough
I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade
it went to d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave
I was the class clown Christopher raise hair
I show my dick to them hoes and I get expelled
yeah I get punished I was supposed to be inside
I snuck out the back round the school fo lunch time
the police spotted me id break out and run
make em run behind me that was my way of having fun
somewhere in 87 might of been 88
I knew of Baby and Slim we was from round the same way
they moved a lot of weight but I aint gone tell it all *shhh*
I?m a cut this boy short cuz my moms was involved
(B.G. Talking)
[Verse 2]
You can put it together it was what it wasnt
nah cakes to be baked but she had cakes in the owen
she told me if I touch it that id fuck it up
if I knew what I know now i would of took it n cut it up
92 roll round thats when it got real
my daddy got set up kidnapped robbed and killed
Cash Money Records was started that same year
thats when my thuggin started I was gettin it how I live
my moma needed help I was outta control
the streets took me under I was on a dead end row
the hood barber stand knew Baby and hit him up
told him I had skills he needed to peep me up
he did that snatch me him Slim and Fresh was feelin me
took me to studio from that we made history
(B.G. Talking)
[Verse 3]
In the mid east of that I was doin my thang
and I met this four foot hustla they called him Lil Wayne
that was my lil nigga called my lil brotha
Baby drew a cross between us but I still love him
Universal up to deal we went to get mills
thats when nigga decided to not keep it real
I had a idea I didnt want to believe it
I wouldnt thought of it in a million years he'll do that to Geezy
I had a dope habbit and markie was on my back
so he turned his back but look how I shookback
you know how it go you get up when you fall
the streets all over they rooted for the underdog
I got Kizzle I got Snipe I got Gar on my team
and I got click of niggas ready for war on my team
from Detroit to Atlanta Texas and Nashville
play if you want and you see how the gat feel
that was all in my past L.T. dog I miss ya
its Uptown 4 life Chopper City Records the official

[B.G.]
Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here
Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here
if you want it, you can get it my nigga-cause shit real round here
if you want it, you can get it my nigga-shit
[Verse 1 - B.G.]
Look if you ain't know ask somebody they'll tell you bout me
nothin fake, nothin fraud, nothin bitch about me
I'm a G I been runnin these streets since a youngin
since fourteen I been buckin, slangin heat ain't nothin
you want beef say somethin you can get it I ain't trippin
once it's on just know you better not let me catch you slippin
cause wherever we meet I'm a smash ya
broad day light or around the club I'm a get at ya
if you let me tip down on you nigga you chaptered
I guarantee ya that it's gon'be a closed casket
I'm bout this what's understood don't need to be explained
before the money and the fame I was a gangsta in the game
I ain't lyin when I tell you about me and my background
about me or my life style I ain't never backed down
I ain't never froze up, I ain't never turned state
I ain't never missed when I empty the clip out the K, nigga
[Chorus - B.G.Repeat 4X]
However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real
it's get it how you live - you could kill or be killed
[Verse 2 - B.G.]
It's never die, do or get did nothin less fuck with the kidd
get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest
nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit
you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit
I be on some all night flight, no sleep shit
me, my dogg and two K's fuck that four deep shit
we comin with it - hundred round drummin with it
you runnin from it - we runnin with it, you bitch ass niggaz ain't fuckin with it
I'm out c'here head first ready to go head up
walkin with ya head down, bound to get ya head bust
oh here the feds come I'm off the scene, off the block
I know to bust and move when it get hot
shut down the shop open up another on the other side of town
got yay and I got browns, Gizzle was a hustler and a headbuster all in one
don't get it twisted I do this rap shit for fun, ya heard
[Chorus - B.G.Repeat Till End]
However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real

What's happenin main? This B Gizzle
Your number one original hot boy a heard
And I got collipark music they got me bouncin' wit dis one here
You could bounce wit it you could buck wit it
And you could roll wit it ya heard me
My dawg smurf I'm tellin' you did this here
This that life after cash money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys
And my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
My ghetto pass go state to state
I could go in any hood 'cuz I ain't fake
I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet
For Soulja Slim, won't you do that Nolia Clap with me
Say Hot Girl, don't play with me
Like Ying Yang, let me see you salt shake for me
I'm on the move, No stoppin' this
Cash money move over I gots this
I'm 'bout to fuck the game up, just watch this
When it's over I bet I see a profit
I'm a CEO, I'm a artist too
I'm a hustler, I can get work from Florida too
Don't fuck with me, I'll stump you
If you score the right amount, I'll front you
I talk this shit 'cuz I'm 'bout this shit
Ain't no way I could run a way out this shit
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys
And my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
I got 4-0 dawgs that's goin' to jail
I'm takin Keddy baby momma that ain't got no bail
I keeps it real, if you real you know
I'm in the game, so I gotta play the game how it go
See where I'm from they got hoes that grind
On the block all day gotta respect they mind
They'll cut you up, they'll mace you too
And they got a baby nine they'll spray at you
It's eye-for-eye I go pound-for-pound
I'm New Orleans, only hopin' I'ma hold it down
Either roll with me, when I'm rolling through
Or I guarantee I'ma roll over you
I'm a fool wit it
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's Chopper City
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys
And my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me in that Nolia
I'm a gangsta, the streets backin' me
I ain't goin' back to baby, stop askin' me
It's C H O double P E R C I T Y
Nigga, till the day I die
I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth
When I'm in the streets I be out there head first
I'm on the creep, with no sleep
I ain't trynna rest till the enemy six feet
It's game time and I'm ready to play
Gimme my remote and my remote is my K
I spray with it, I'm from uptown
I gotta stay wit it
When we murder, we know how to get away wit it
We do our slick, one shot to the head is how we slank a bitch
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys

[B.G. - talking]
Uh huh, look, this for my dawg, Gigitty-gangsta
Ya heard me, original hot boy, sterling, mosquito, duran
Rest in Peace
[B.G.]
Now if ya know me then you know I'm bout that shoot em up and
Bang Bang, got ya white tee full of red stains
From the blood, that's leakin from your forehead
When I'm at war, raw is the only way I play it
You think you was on NBA Jam, you hear that choppa
Go Blakka-ga-blakka, Boom-shakka-laka-laka
It get know - hotter than Geezy, I swear to that
Trust me, I bust ya up wherever I catch ya at
It could be night, It could be daylight
I'ma show ya what the - AK like
Them bullets burn, they don't come straight they flip, they twist, they turn
Now is ya ready for it
Then I'ma bring it to ya, if you insist playa
I'ma discharge all fifty out the clip playa
That's how I roll dawg, better get ready
That's how I roll dawg, ya better...
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Man, I'm the hottest of the hot, I be burnin up
And I'm ready to set it off, so turn it up
Let's get drunk dawg, let's get buck dawg
Where ya sets at, put em up dawg
[B.G.]
If ya down wit me, come on and let's get loose
Anything goes, hair down, do whatcha do
I ain't seen a girl shake like a hot girl shake
From Detroit, Texas, to Orleans, to M-I-A
Alabama, Cash-ville or Atlanta, GA
They damn the do, I mean they do the damn thang
Down South raw, can't forget rough and rugged
We be clubbin, thuggin, hustlin, and head bustin
Teeth platinum or gold, everyday dress code
T-shirt, Reeboks, bandanas, and Girbauds
It'll be uncivilized, don't stick to the G-Code
Under twenty, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours

I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell.
And right then and there it's no hope
cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.
Can't survive in the Compton city.
And fool thats bet.
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set.
Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to.
Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you
straight off the mutherfuckin block.
Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked.
geah, who gives a fuck about another.
Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers.
Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under.
[scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under.]
Now I'm a few ages older
got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder.
And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part,
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart.
Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality.
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker.
Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit.
Fool, and ready die for this shit.
One times can't fade the gang tuff.
Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough.
I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under.
Chorus:
+[police is hot, so I'm watching my back...]
I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin'
Times heard this brother pulled a 187.
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime.
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine.
Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G,
because how the odds are looking, its either him or me.
So I loads up the strap and I step
cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.
Revenge. That's what its all about.
See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out.
Stare the fool down with the eye contact.
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt.
Blast was the sound that one times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder.
Was it worth it I've always wondered.
Maybe if the hood didn't take me under.
Geah, this going out to all the niggas,
It's going out to my niggas.
Its going out to all the niggas,

What's happening?
It's lil' B Gizzle
(Check me out)
Ying Yang Twins
(Oh yeah)
And we need a hot girl
I'm tellin' you we want you to do it like this
Bounce u booty, shake your ass hoe
(Work, work, work that back)
Take ya clothes off hoe
(Work, work, work that back)
If you down with that city
(Work, work, work that back)
If you ain't scared of this dick
(Work, work, work that back)
Bounce that booty like a basketball
(What?)
Hoe get crunk, and hold the wall
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Hoe, shake it like the renters do
(What?)
Naked while you talkin' hoe, I ain't saying shit to you
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
I'm a gangsta, I like a nasty ass hoe
When we make it happen, you know exactly how it go
First nut I bust, if she a pro
I ain't gotta ask, it goes straight down the throat
I'm a hot boy, you know what I expect
A hot girl with good sex and good neck
I'm a G, I'm a player, I'm a pimp, I'm a mack
I wanna see you work that back
Lay it down, hit the club, hit the floor
Catch the wall, later on shake it off and break it off
Let me and my niggaz fuck you like a dog
And we gonna fuck you like a doll
Say D-Roc you got one, I got one
(Yep)
My hoe said you could get fuck if your hoe say I can fuck
(Yep)
Let's talk nigga, you know I'm fine with it
(Alright)
Let's get them hoes together, make 'em get wild with it
(Alright)
Bounce that booty like a basketball
(What?)
Hoe get crunk, and hold the wall
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Hoe, shake it like the renters do
(What?)
Naked while you talkin' hoe, I ain't saying shit to you
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
Why you talking like a superstar, all the ass and titties
Bitch, I give a damn who you are
While we at the nudie bar
Shorty said I'm being rude for her
Ain't shit I could do for her
She the one butt naked in the club
Talking 'bout I'm disrespectful, let's fuck
I just want my dick sucked
We be chancing, D-Roc have some big farmers in the trunk
Must be jelly cause jam shake like that
I'm the cold, baby back your ass up on that
Let me see if your pussy fat
Touch it where your private at
Is you cool with that?
Cause you bouncin' that booty like you riding the dick
Got me wanna fuck, dick hard and shit
It's on you if you bout a bitch
Fuck all that nasty shit, get nasty bitch
Bounce that booty like a basketball
(What?)
Hoe get crunk, and hold the wall
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Hoe, shake it like the renters do
(What?)
Naked while you talkin' hoe, I ain't saying shit to you
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
I'm a hot boy, real hot dick nigga
Travel from state to state, hoes jock this nigga
Working with hot mouth, you got this nigga
I'm a G, jackoff let you watch this nigga
When I skeet, gotta play in the field
(Splash)
Catch it in your mouth, wipe a little in your ear
Keep it real, even let you bring a friend
(Alright)
She see how I work you, best she wanna join in
Bounce that booty like a basketball
(What?)
Hoe get crunk, and hold the wall
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Hoe, shake it like the renters do
(What?)
Naked while you talkin' hoe, I ain't saying shit to you
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)
(Ooh no)

(feat. T.I.)
[Verse 1: B.G.]
You know I'm back blunt in my mouth gat in my hand
It's the heart of the streets call me the trigger man
B Gizzle one of the realest niggas in the game
You ain't know I been bout to shoot em up n bang bang
I'm ofiliated with og's from state to state
East, west, north anywhere in the south it's straight
I left detriot police was fuckin with me every day
I be? n then I skated to the A
I'm fuckin with the king, a lotta niggas dro
Cause they already know we probably fuckin they hoe
I'm in the back of the club gettin fulla the dro
We drank 2 5ths of patrone fuck it order some moe
It's almost 4 in the mornin I ain't ready to go
Whatever happens is jus happenin keep it on the low
Oh it's official the hottest of the hot back put ya hands up n let me see where the block at!
[Chorus: B.G.]
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
You know me I'm b gizzle n I been hot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Choppa city got new orleans on lock for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
They call me b gizzle n I been hot since the beginnin
[Verse 2: B.G.]
You ain't never met a g like me
Fitted had fresh one's n the crisp white t
Couple mill in the states, couple mill over seas
Couple hundred worth of jewls cause I love the bling blingg
I keep it gutta gutta, I be doin my thing
On the? yeah switchin lanes in the benz n the range
Cowards hatin I ain't trippin I'm a let it rain
Choppa city grand hustle we gon do our thang
I been hot, gon be hot, ya betta lay low
I'm a g, been a g whatever I say go
Catch a case, pay the judge homie the case closed
He with me, he with me n they got the 4 4
Streets on lock, work on the set
N if ya wanna smoke I got the purp on deck
Get it outta line get ya t-shirt wet
N whoever ridin with ya trust me they can get it next!
[Chorus: B.G.]
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
You know me I'm b gizzle n I been hot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Choppa city got new orleans on lock for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
They call me b gizzle n I been hot since the beginnin
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm a g, n ye ain't hot
N I'm a show ya niggas somethin bout how...
I got g's, n got blocks
N I'm a show ya niggas somethin bout how...
Choppa city got new orleans on lock
N I'm a show ya niggas somethin bout how...
Tell these suckas grand hustle don't stop
N I'm a show ya niggas somethin bout how we do it
[Chorus: B.G.]
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
You know me I'm b gizzle n I been hot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
Choppa city got new orleans on lock for a minute
Back it up for a minute let it drop for a minute
They call me b gizzle n I been hot since the beginnin
[Outro: T.I.]
N there ya have it home boy
Like that hes back partna!
Hahaha
Grand hustle choppa city get to know it fuck nigga
Haha
Lock at him partna, real niggas back home boy
We back in style home boy
Ya better deal with this swag man

[Feat.Dee Money]
[Dee Money Verse 1]
When I was lil all i could think about was gettin dis cheddar had dreams of being like 2pac or even better so i was down 4 my stacks and i made a killin turned it over b.gizzle to resolve my feelings.
[Dee Money Chorus]
I'm down 4 my stacks i'm rollin wit b.gizzle mayne i'm down 4 my cheddar
[BG Chorus]
I'm down 4 my stacks i'm rollin wit dee money mayne i'm down 4 my cheddar
[Dee Money Verse 2]
Mayne If u Know bout hustlaz then u know bout me, rollin wit b.g ready 2 get dis cheese, pullin and poppin triggaz, ready 2 get these stacks ready 2 to show these niggaz dat my nigga geezy back, rollin in a impala wit 23 inch chrome rollin on firebird giavonni stones, ready 2 show da world
Dat i'm down 4 my stacks, and send these niggas packin wit dat monkey on em lackin,and show these niggas why i keep a heata under my jacket i dress in all black to impress cause i'm a 9th ward nigga, new orleans only hustla, and i'm down 4 my stacks nigga I lean wit it i rock wit i do da fema bounce wit it, I need my fema stacks nigga,go back 2 new orleans and pull up in a fema lac nigga,Katrina shut us down we makin a come in 06 nigga believe we coming back,im gone come back swinging and wreck katrina
Then do her something wrong i'ma let off three or 4 bullets straight off in her dome,i'm a ride 2 da nolia and meet b.g. and let katrina have nigga best believe me.
Chorus
[BG Verse 3]
I'm da type a nigga dat grind wit no sleep, i'll be a lie if i said i ride wit no heat i stay posted on da block,i don't run away from cops,i just let dem niggaz have call dee money tell give dat heater out his jacket, i'm a magnolia prince a vl hustla, chopper city boyz we grind all summer,
It's me, dee money, hakizzle, gar, mike, and, sniper us 6 together nigga we dogging rifles mpulling triggas, bust ya brain, killing niggas 4 pocket change i'm down 4 my stacks and nuttin less, i'm da type a nigga dat'll pull ya blood vessels out ya chest,r.i.p. 2 my nigga soulja slim, he been my nigga ever sense he was magnolia slim, when been hustlin on vl ever sense i was young n thuggin,but now dat he gone, a nigga thuggin in public,
My daddy named me christopher, lost him at thirteen he left me hakizzle and my mamma carol dats my queen,i been bad ever sense,i been trying 2 get dis monkey my back,so i called dee money, and now i'm down 4 my stacks.
Chorus
[BG Talking]
Yeah Make sho ya'll go pick up my nigga dee money new album ya heard me,
Called LIFE AFTER HURRICANCE KATRINA, It's CHOPPER CITY yo dee say something 2 em right qick
[Dee Money Talking]

[Dee Money]
I Run up on ya block quick when i'm burning rubber,
A real nigga like a soulja, heat up in my knuckles
The same type a nigga that keep a pistol on my side,
A 44 on my waist and a chopper when I ride, stay posted
On the block like a light pole just standing there,
Waiting for a nigga to run up, and think he hard,
But first I shut him down like a grocery store gone
Outta business, and when the police come nigga that's
When i'm finished, disobeying all laws, disrepecting
No broad, A street type a nigga, A 13 year old boy,
Straight sprayin at u quick
Leave ya braind in the sewyer,either come at me
Strapped, And if u don't nigga u
Done, ya whole family gonna see me and ya
Block gon burn, and if ya friend want some
She gotta wait her turn, I ain't scared of nobody,
Nigga I fear no one but jesus, I gotta keep
It real nigga,and I ain't got no reason, kinda
Like a star, when u see me fear me, rup up on
U niggas bust shots you can't feel me, listen
Up and listen careful,if u open and if ya
Click want some nigga i'ma bust open,
If u leave 'em unattented, I'll mess over
'em playin wit me nigga you'll get
Ya dome checked throughroly, I'll put
Ypu in a sleep like, no disrespectin
My section, and anything in my way
Best believe i'm wrecking, and if any
Nigga hatin on me, then there's
Beef it will be, nigga I already told

BG Verse 1
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs or better
I plan never to fall short again
I want game
Nigga I'ma tell ya no pain no gain
I hustle hard for what I want that's how I get it
I struggle hard and if it's out there I'm goin get it
If ya see Chopper City a dollar sign on the CD
Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the B.G.
Me and my nigga B like Big and Pac
We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top
Look aint no stoppin' us boy don't try
When you hear it once it aint no secret you go and buy
You can lie bout this stunt bout that
You can't dodge these fifty shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat
Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter
Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter
(Chorus) 2x
Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close
I want my green ta add up ta six zeros
Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split'em
Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you kill'em
B.G. Verse 2
Its all about Benjamins that's all I wanna have
Ducked off in my house with Beyonce takin' a bubble bath
Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room flo's
A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores
Do not disturb sign on my bedroom do
'cause i got hot girlz gettin butt naked on da flo
Look I'm money hungry bout 2 shut it down
Underground hustla from da 9th ward 2 uptown
I got dat monkey off my back done pulled off in da lac
I'm ichin like a junky got my heater in my hand 2 keep da block funky
My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out bills
Sparklin' platnium cover my grillz pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills Doin this rap game in with these gangsta rap skills
And aint far from makin' thousands 2 makin mills
(Chorus) 2x
BG Verse 3
Oh I gotta get it gotta grab it
Gotta have it
Like snortin' dope but snortin' coke is a habit
I gotta see it gotta feel it
Quick ta spin it
Shoot dice all day with my niggas tryin' ta win it
I rap hustle 'cause I'm a hustlin' gettin cake nigga
Also a gat totter bout bustin' some fake nigga
So you can play with me bout my chesse
You gotta go fool in a casket six feet deep
Sellin' tapes and CDs
Like sellin' pick threes
Ring up a million sales we done hit the lottery
I'm a benjamin chaser
Playa hata eraser
Police have no case
'cause I do murders without a trace
I'm almost at home I done past third base
I'm playin' with five figures when I get six I'm straight
If I catch actin funny i'm gon pop stop him