Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. At the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1997, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S.
Although his next two albums Lights Out (2000) and 500 Degreez (2002) were not as successful (only reaching Gold status), Lil Wayne reached higher popularity in 2004 with Tha Carter, which included the single "Go D.J." Wayne also appeared on the Destiny's Child top ten single "Soldier" that year. In 2005, the sequel to Tha Carter, Tha Carter II, was released. In 2006 and 2007, Lil Wayne released several mixtapes and appeared on several popular rap and R&B singles. His most successful album, Tha Carter III, was released in 2008 and sold over 1 million copies in the U.S. its first week of release. It included the number-one single "Lollipop" featuring Static Major. It also includes the singles "A Milli" and "Got Money" featuring T-Pain and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album.
Melissa Arnette "Missy" Elliott (born July 1, 1971) is an American rapper, singer-songwriter, record producer, dancer and actress. A five-time Grammy Award winner, Elliott, with record sales of over seven million in the United States, is the only female rapper to have six albums certified platinum by the RIAA, including one double platinum for her 2002 album Under Construction. Elliott is known for a series of hits and diverse music videos, including "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)", "Hot Boyz", "Get Ur Freak On", "One Minute Man", "4 My People", "Work It", "Pass That Dutch", and "Lose Control". In addition, she has worked extensively as a songwriter and producer for other artists, both alone and with her fellow producer and childhood friend Timbaland, with whom she received her first production credit on R&B singer Ginuwine's 1996's album Ginuwine...the Bachelor.
Elliott was born on July 1, 1971, in Portsmouth, Virginia. She is the only child of mother Patricia, a power-company coordinator, and father Ronnie, a Marine. At the age of four in 1975, she wanted to be a performer, though she knew no one took her seriously, as she was always the class clown. While her father was a Marine, the family lived in Jacksonville, North Carolina, in a mobile home. Elliott enjoyed school for the friendships she formed and had little interest in school work, though an IQ test classified her above average and she was able to jump two years ahead of her class. This made her feel increasingly isolated, so she purposely failed all her classes, eventually returning to her age-appropriate class. When her father returned from the Marines, they moved back to Virginia, where they lived in a vermin-infested shack.
[Juvenile]
I don't have all day to be chillin'
Just talkin' shit
You done got me out here now
I'm tryin' to get off this brick
I don't trust you to be up in your spot
Niggas'll blitz
These faces ain't forbidden right now
I'm 'bout to split
Look, if you really want 'em
They going for 17
Other than that
I'm driving 'em off in the mail for me
Nigga hit me on my hip
Back to back
Gotta make a St. Rose run
Cause lil' one say he got five stacks
Rush highway is the best time
To hustle for me
I hit the I-10
Blowin', pickin' up in the east
Draws hit
But you gotta keep your ears to this street shit
Exchangin' numbers with niggas
To see what's the sweet-test deal
If it ain't
I'm chalk it up as a loss
Forever lookin' for the best shit
At minimum cost
I move around like some ants in my pants
Networkin'
You ain't got what I'm lookin' for
I'm movin' on to the next person
[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
[Lac]
I came in this motherfucker
Hundred grand strong
And every other month
Another hundred adds on
Don't tell me how to spend it
Cause a motherfucker grown
Now every other month
Another Caddy on chrome
Nigga
I'm sick wit it
These niggas heads be bangin'
Motherfucker dropped the dime
And told the feds be slangin'
Can't tell 'em what they don't know
Like it don't show
And if I lay low
A lotta niggas won't sco'
I'm waitin' now
I gotta a lotta niggas on post
For dope and coke
And a lotta niggas want both
Get on my cheddar route
I'm bout to flood it out
Get me a 30 day run
Switch to another house
And leave the last one
For the Feds to investigate it
I need another 30 days
Francesca made it
I told her meet me at the Sheraton
Test and waited
Now another Caddy roll so I'm ask for 80
[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them old folks be rattin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas got them gats round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) They got that dope up in the alley round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas hit them stashes round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
[Turk]
Wodie you must be trippin'
Think you gon' catch me slippin'
Hit a hustle and come up
Never that
I pop the clip in
Had a feelin' you was plottin'
Been waitin' for you to move
Ain't bout takin' no fall
Gotta be on my P's and Q's
You know how the game go
It's either you win or lose
Bitch nigga baller blockin'
Bitch nigga gotta get blues
You know +I Got that Work+
And I'm the man on my turf
Got everything you need
When you come ask for Turk
[B.G.]
Down where I'm from
It's hot, so +Do Whatcha Do+
But to be quick
My nigga
You gotta stick and move
I know you don't wanna get caught
In the midst of the sweep
You got caught with that work
Nothin' you can say to the police
You ride
They gon' tell ya
Save that for the judge
Your third time in front that man
So it ain't no love
That's why
When I do sumthin'
Ain't no plan allowed
I do the job
Get the money
Then I head on out
[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them niggas they be ridin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas quick to try ya round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas they be dyin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas don't be lyin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
Lil' Wayne]
I lock it down
Powder and brown
Get my two-way number playa
And on the humble
Get your bricks
The size of lumber playa
It's all love and I sprazy
But when the Feds in
We keep our heads in
You comprehend?
I'm a motherfucking monster
In the South bitch
I re-up early
So I can sprout shit
For when the drought hit
The block burnin' dawg
The thugs thuggin'
The drugs runnin'
The slugs bustin'
In a minute, the bugs comin'
The messy hoes talkin'
The dope fiends walkin'
The fucking law's stalkin'
It's bigger than what you think
See, the hustlin' is a +Way of Life+
Cousin, we gotta breathe
And in the hood
We gotta lotta needs
You feel me nigga?
So, in the mean
While I be showerin'
The whole metropolitan
Issue out cocaine like scholarships
Congratulations
Dawg, it's all fire
Not a vict refused
But when the law scour in
Nigga I sticks and move
Ya heard me
[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them niggas on the grind round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know then niggas slang that iron round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) The task force pass on time round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) My own paper my P.O. be tryin' to pass round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out.
Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around
and, it's t-shirt land
when niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.
Bullet Proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my ki's, from my uncle KC
He's a Magnolia soldier
Be in 10 in Angola
Shoot out in that 'Nolia
Knock ya head off ya shoulders
Juvenile:
I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in a half
If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half
UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger
Or a 6 shooter
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now send ya people
To the TC and we gon' hurt 'em
I'm seein' niggas
Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends
Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe
Ya think I'm playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can
Hook me up I don't have time for no games
Look here I stompin in this bitch
I'm chompin' a new fit
I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
Look at what ya facin partner
A whole nation
Of niggas that's mind damaged
Out here paper chasin'
With that iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me
Lil Wayne:
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny
I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call
See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me
I ain't hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin' with money
Things you doin' I done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' I spray
I'm tryin' to live up
B.G.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release the safety, if ya chase me
Best waste me
Don't hunt bitch down in ya way
Or ya make me
Reverse the game and wax that ass
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya vest
Get left wet
Disrespect it's beef fo sho
Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio
You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
VL it
'cause around me bitch I'm doin bad ya can't sell it
B.G. terrorize
4 niggas ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I'll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
If I jack you I don't want half I want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang I'm real
My skills outstandin'
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
[Verse 1: B.G.]
Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches
Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches
I'm goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the shelf
Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left
I don't play when I'm off in some drama you know me
It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B.G.
And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
Bitch niggas that can't take the heat stay concealed
They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live
Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real
Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal
I'ma BLOCKA, CHICKA BANG, CHICK BUST
I'ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up
It's bout it when I pulled up get got it gone with the wind
You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin'
Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends
Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin'
Juvenile don't run no mo' I been through this shit before
Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
Tell me something I don't no, All you bitches gotta go
Give me please all of the coke or I'ma shoot you in yo throat
Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block
Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop
I'ma jet when it get hot, Keep everything that I got
Damn it if I'm straight or not, I'm gone always be on top
Niggas wanna do me in, I'm here come and pursue it then
Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again
I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
Everytime I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again"
[Verse 3: Turk]
*Look, Look*
Nothin but soldiers where I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage
Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's
Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
Niggas who carry Kays ready for war at any time
Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside
People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks
Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops
Stay on they P's & Q's you bet not try and plot
Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped
50 fly at you like birds in a flock
And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop
And if you got that work we closing down ya shop
My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks
Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops
From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop
Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Ah Ahh, What What What What What, Ah Ahh, Ah Ahh, What What What What What
La Lah, What, What What What What What, Listen, Hot Boys Nigga
It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame
I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan
Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain
Cause I Spin Bends, Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's
Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in
Fill him wit hot ones
Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta
I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta
I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga
Police don't play so why do you? listen
You can run but you can't hide
I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi
Late at night I will ride maan
When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real!
(Papa Rue)
Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real)
And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!
COME DOWN!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot Boy$ cummiting crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 1: (Lil' Wayne)
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
she test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)
Under the position of blood and Crystylle
hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul
blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns
lil bads yell HOT! to the top of my lungs
same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son
Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew
Who, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not ever
now bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off
put my mask on and watch I,I, act a dawg
ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse
3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 2: (B.G.)
It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth
I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first
that first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarse
and i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt
Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it)
Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin)
Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'
these niggaz thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
we burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga
them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga
like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn nigga
beefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance nigga
it's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me
fuck all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 3: (Young Turk)
When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your set
Two Timer my thug name i be thuggin in black
more artillery than an army have reala
serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)
when my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
head banger shottin niggaz like a sarenge
wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
the nigga who working with 50 shots can't run can't
hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
nigaa that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me
tha h.B. hot boys from C.M.R.
Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow
think we playin, and test us bad nigga
it a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure.
Chorus: (Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
the Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murda,
Bloody Murda, Cash Money Packing the low iron!
Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!
Verse 4: (Juvenile)
Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads
kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
and I always had to hustle & I could go head
i was snatching by the truck loads all in your shit
my mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down
but I didn't wanna hear shit cause I was a clown
look I done showed you lil niggaz
I done mold you lil niggaz
you besta not play with me cause
look,i done told you lil niggaz
I ain't the one my nerves bad, I move quick
that was potna that you killed what's happening with you bitch
I hit em bam bam, two to the chest
bam bam two to the head
bam on through the neck
I looked up, now which one of you
bitches wanna be next, I picked the case
and then I broke through the Jects
Damn them bitches saw me i hope they don't talk
but if i think they gone talk beleive they ain't
gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds,
all these houses, these jews, they got niggaz
trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking fool
I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps
I know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap!
(Shoot 1st.)
(Papa Rue)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
We ridin coming up out of the flames with the K firing (Ride, Ride)
Hot Boys ridin our flames firing (Ride, Ride, Ride)
[Juvenile]
I'm bout to make a move so you best to 86
Cause I be coming through
With shit that be seperating bricks
You got a broken tool then you better get it fixed
And ain't no missin you cause I got too many clips
Hey then then too many times I gotta straighten the cross
Them niggaz was trying but I was breaking 'em off
If you had it on your mind I was taking it off
Either get up and whine or break to the north
Look whoa there there go your cut you better catch it
Your last minute is coming up you better strectch it
Oh you got dope in the trunk almost forgot to check it
Right after your head bust I expect to exit
I'm a punch you when you're out and unlock it, I got this
Grab a steering wheel column and pop it, we're shoppers
I'm about to go and kill for they profit, my pockets
Him, me, and that nigga bout to stop it
why not bitch
Chorus:
Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me
You ain't guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me
And what I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Look here we ridin we ridin
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
We ridin We ridin
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
[B.G.)]
Me and my boy Lil' Wayne rolling
Strapped up in black clothes ain't no ass-holing
Up in the bubble lye black tints ducked off
Head busting BG straight gotta play the game raw
Now look here nigga better be gone
Off the block cause mother fuckers be falling
Cause Off top I'm gone get my mother fucking creep on
Nigga get chopped like the leaf offf a tree holmes
I'm a flee off the scene with my rees(reeboks) on
Black thicker shirt and my GB's on
Run with me ain't no way you could get your sleep on
Cause when I come ooh ooh it's hot the heat's on
I know you feel it nigga
It's pure ruckus when I enter
I sent a message letting you know I spin ya
Been bro shooting
50 plus behind air T retaliation is a must
Hollows get bust brain get bust
Anybody here here
When I'm full of that shit
And I'm on a mision to split it get split
Peep me I play for keeps I kill 'em all
No deciding
I take no prisoners from em all when I'm ridin
Chorus
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh I come to leave a nigga smelly
Full black better get ready with my M-elevy (Mack Eleven)
Up in my 98 Chevy I swing corners
Cut you up like w belly with that thing on ya
Now it be me (uh huh)
and I be Wayne (uh huh)
This little clique like a chain to your brain (uh huh)
I shoot first for my talking
Rougher than a carpet
Heard about Hot Boys erase your name up off the market
And nigga break a swell fly
Camouflage up out of the sky
What if I buy you die
Look I spin corn! ers like a daily routine
The bad choppers told a nigga I be 17
I got a 10 shot glock
Inched back then I pull it
I'm coming round your spot with a sack full of bullets
I be twisting round your block in all black nigga
Full of that style don't move I day act nigga
Find where you at and then I ch-chop nigga
I'm on a duck plan with about 50 shots nigga
Now whoa what saying to Shite
My 9 be about that
Watch it (crack) crack and I'm riding
[Turk]
Ride around with the 2 shooter
Ain't gone help ya
Playing round with the 50 shooter
Scalp you like a scalper
10 percent gone help ya
90 percent gone fail ya
Vests can't protect what I bring best
Believe it's gone fail ya
4 deep in a Navigator on a creep
Windows tinted black on black in leather seats
Hot Boys with hot girls ready for beef
Red dot plot 32 shot bodies in heat
Desert Eagle with hollows
You got nothing but egos
Putting hands to niggaz that's at Evil Kanieval
Playa haters like shit, get assed out
With no doubt blood blood rush out like a water spout
LD niggaz best believe they be ridin with me
Shot L tuck best believe he be ridin with me
With them guerillas should have left the meat where it was
But no he wants to spark the shit up
[Lil' Wayne]
What
Check, check
Head buster, set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Corner splitter
While we dispose of
Nigga broad hitter
Hot Boys soldier
Expedition flipper, hell
Niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play
Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a K
I'm just a scrub, I can't scuff; I'm too light to fight
I'm lil' too thin to win so I ride at night
You're fake, respect, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong one
I'll break your neck, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong gun
I use K's to wet niggas
I'm sprayin' the whole room
Better watch your back, nigga
Lil' one, that's a wrap
March nigga step up when I.. I bust a cap
Niggas drop like (whistle) splat
Keep jokin' here, and I'm gon' show you what I'm 'bout
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
(Chorus)
[Lil' Wayne]
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
Respect my mind or have them boys in your house
[B.G.]
Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome
Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on
[Lil' Wayne]
Respect my mind 'cause we that Hot Boy clique
Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this
[B.G.]
Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch
Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit
[Juvenile]
Nigga, watch me grow up
When I was small he had plan
My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man
My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
I understood at a young age my poppa would spray
Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face
He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable
But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable
Who undercover slow he made deals under the table
Workin' for the Feds 'round my people wearin' a cable
My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope
All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke
Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84
Developed my hustlin' skills from Yomey and Black Zo
When I got to the point that I wasn't small no more
Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know
Swear to God I ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know
I got a few under my belt and I'ma make it one more
Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor
Respect my mind
(Chorus)
[B.G.]
Me, Wayne, Turk, and Juvenile gettin' blunted
In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500
No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick
He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringin' back shit
That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played
Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed
All week long, look, I'm a nigga on the grind
All year round I make you niggas respect my mind
Every single day it's a must I tote that fuckin' iron
Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed
I blues blocks to bust heads
I use glocks and play hotels to the Feds
Niggas know I ain't the one to be repped on
Move when I'm comin' through, or you get stepped on
I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on
I'm shootin' through that, thought you knew that
That's how B.Geezy do that
I ride dirty, and when I ride you die
All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind
(Chorus)
[Turk]
Nigga, respect my mind
Can't, then stay your distance
Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin'
I soak your spot when you're repping on me
Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me
What's happenin', wodie
Do you think you ready for us
Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must
Come through your cut
Nigga, it's over, don't spook now
'Cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha
Nigga. fuck all that; I ain't gon' talk, I'ma save it
Original H.B., nigga, I ride Mercedes
A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures
Wear soldiers and 'Bauds, and gettin' richer and richer
I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes
Nigga, respect my mind or I'll knock off your nose
(Chorus 2x)
[Lil' Wayne]
[B.G.]
y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga
don't act like you don't know...
...It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown you off yo P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
The clique I run with, most definately bout dumb shit
Load the clips up and release, ta the fuckin' gun clip
I'm a made nigga - so y'kno when BGeezy got beef
It's drama time, ain't no way them bitch niggaz could see
Since '93 I been ridin' strapped up four deep
No bullshittin' nigga - I blose the whole street
Sendin' hollows at that ass ta make ya head leak
Got Frank in the gang - some can see him in white sheets
It Ain't no stoppin' it ain't no chillin' when they k' with me
It ain't so squashin' it ain't nothing you could say ta me
Since L.T. got killed - murder it miss the way ta be
My people say I need ta stop with that mentality
I know they right but fuck them niggaz - They don't love me
Now watch how many niggaz ride if they touch me
[Hook: B.G.]
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
[B.G.]
C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique nigga
Don't you forget nigga
You could, take us, for a, joke if you want
And, you could, end up, tied up, in the trunk
And, we ride with shit like AR-15's
And ready ta whack, the first enemy that seen
We don't play no games on no terms wodie
We a, leave ya, pa-le pa-le - swell whol-e
We riders baby, dome checkers and wig splitters
We bout it baby, all I fuck with is real niggaz
You beef with me if you want a early deat' nigga
Your coward plead - if you don't wanna get wet nigga
I'm runnin' dope shops - rock shops what ever
I was taught do - what I gatta do for the cheddar
Pledge ya last bitch first is how I play it my nigga
Dare me ta cock my k' and watch how I spray it my nigga
[Hook: B.G.]
[B.G.]
Please, don't, make me feel played
Cuz I garantee that within the week you come up dead
B-Geezy - Juve - Turk and Weezy
A jump out a black van and I set the whole street
I, get excited, when I'm in beef
I gas up and strap up and ride all week
When, you, get, caught, down bad
It's *blaka-blaka-blaka-ratta-tat-tat*
I do a nigga something - his family gon' remember
Find his body in July - head in September
I'm a lil' raw nigga, very low down nigga
Something you never saw straight from Uptown nigga
Nut's hang low ta where they drag on tha flo'
Got coke and I know - have ten locks on ya doo'
Cuz I'm comin' in - without a warrant - don't break it off
Right there your head I'ma take it off nigga
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his tires
Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
And concerts in the Superdome
Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator
Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
Visa gold, bank account on swole
Got my million dollar destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstar
Ridin' in these pretty cars
Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars
Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie
And transportin' coke back and forth to my city
Takin' flights
Be in Las Vegas over night
Chillin' with Lo Jack
Sippin' on cognac
Goin' to casinos
Gamblin' with the young ninos
Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
I guess 'cause I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch
Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit
But I'm a star
Bitch you can keep that gar
Give me the money and a brand new car
Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties
Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers
Ridin' in lambruginis
Beaches hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag teamin'
Ridin' in convertible land roovers
Hoes be sweatin' 'cause of the mouth full of golds
Nigga baallin' out of control
(Chorus) 2x
Verse 3: Mannie Fresh
I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha draws
I'm a neighborhood peppa boy
Platinum steppa boy
Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy
Young G
Ridin' in a hum v
Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see
20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims
Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
Don't nobody got mo ends than me
Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me
I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a brand new lexus
Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors
Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes
Who you wanna be like manny or mike
How you gone shine dark or bright
'cause these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition
When I pass I make'em stop look and listen
For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner
My golds hang low
Crystal on the flo
I'ma flex
Twenty thousand dollar rolex
I got my name on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)
(Mannie Fresh)
What you working with?
(Lil' Wayne)
Nigga, what section you be representing?
Look, Look
Well in my section we be thugging hard
Moving weight everyday on the boulevard
(Juvenile)
Well in my section them hoes be always pointing across
They either want to be killers or wanna be the boss
(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million
(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They got a lot children that be filthy
They got innocent niggas
And they got niggaz that's guilty
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section
Niggaz be gone
Off that herone
Smith and Wesson
Blow your damn vest off
(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They always got them a dirty police
They take a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They got nothing but killas and trampas
Asking niggaz for money
Cause they wanna get down
Chorus: (Juvenile)
My section is the block y'all
Don't you hang too long cause you get knocked off
Whoa!!!!
(Repeat 3x)
(B.G.)
I'm an outlaw, we thug in my section
Shoot the type of bullets no vest can do to protect ya
(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz slang coke all day
In my section niggaz snort dope all day
(B.G.)
With a bad mouth, ya head get disconnected
Coming through my section with unnecessary reppin
(Young Turk)
In my section, niggaz they like to shine
In my section, niggaz ride top of the line
(B.G.)
Look, hard hitters, dope dealers, wig splitters
They cover my section also ballers and real niggas
(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz play with 99's
In my section every nigga got a Rollie that blind
(B.G.)
In my section, you slip up
Guaranteed get lit up (Geezy)
You get stood over (Geezy)
Just to make sure you don't get up
(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz ready to die for Turk
In my section niggaz ready to put in work
What
Chorus
(Juvenile)
In my section they got a lot of people that's poor
They got a fiend in the court
That come and beg at your door
(B.G.)
My section one of the baddest
Don't get caught in my area
Niggaz will let you have it
Best believe what I'm telling ya
(Young Turk)
My section got niggaz that will wet up your shirt
My niggaz got niggaz that don't go to church
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section if you talk cheap, you die quick
And in my section, you can see me to buy a brick
(Juvenile)
Lil' Wayne, in my section niggaz always be in a war
Hot-wiring cars, shooting up at the wards
(B.G.)
You know ain't nothing changed
My section the same old (Geezy)
Chopper City (Geezy)
Them Ghetto
(Young Turk)
My section got niggaz that will beat a bitch down
My section nigga it's that fucking Uptown
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section we be ducking the law
Put 20 inch rims on the trucks and the cars
And we play
Chorus
[Lil' Wayne + (Juvenile)] talking
Nigga
Nigga, what set you claiming, huh
(I'm claiming that muthafucking third ward lil' nigga)
(And I been busting heads you heard me)
(TC, Magnolia nigga)
Nigga I'm a young nigga claiming that 17th nigga
I heard that nigga B.G. claiming V.L. nigga
(That nigga Turk claiming that T.C. too)
(But I ain't mad at y'all for what y'all do)
(Nigga do what you do)
Nigga what Atrice claiming nigga
(Nigga Atrice been claiming V.L., Saratoga)
(And rapping nigga what's happening)
Fa sheezy, nigga what Fresh claiming nigga
(Nigga Fresh claiming that muthafucking nine)
(And he don't mind dying)
(Got to get on with his shine)
(And he slangs his iron)
And that 7th ward, he a hard-head too
(That nigga a donkey man)
(I got tell ya, that St. Bernard loving that nigga)
Nigga what set you claiming?
What set you claiming?
Nigga what set you claiming?
What set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
H-beezy in this motherfucker man
Fa sheezy nigga come here to burn this whole motherfuckin city down
Know what I'm sayin, see what I'm sayin' slugga
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin' the case
I don't hang with too many niggaz cause some niggas is fake
I'll have you in some shit that you can never escape
Look, all them motherfuckers be throwin' them hailmarries
A nigga make you think he bout it, but the hoe is scary
You know how that be, talkin' that shit to they clique
But if you catch 'em by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause you not rememberin' what you said
You was fuckin' clean over me nigga now I feel played
Now where the iron at, where the hoe mouth at
You think you walkin' away from here, bitch I doubt that
I got you stranded, I got you stuck out
You never thought that you would show up at your ? house
[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Two: B.G.]
Give me a can of gas, a torch, my strap and Im gon' ride
Once I find who I'm lookin' for I'll set 'em on fire
Searchin for niggas out there disrespectin' the game
It's gon' get real, we don't clear that reppin' off our name
I'm genuine, I got the right to say I'm hot
I feel steam through the process burnin beamers at the cops
Geezy been through it, if I said I done it you gon believe I did do it
Everyday hood shit I lived through it
I don't throw a brick and hide my hand
If I make a statement I can stand up actin' like a man
Swimmin' with sharks, drinkin' with gorillas, playin capers with snakes, I'm affiliated with killers
Player haters I drop 'em, Slim I got 'em
I chooka chooka chop 'em, chooka chooka chop 'em
I hope you people smart, and they got life insuarance
Cause I catch ya down, strike a match and let you burn
[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Three: Turk]
Is you ready for this guerrilla war? I don't think so
Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke
Slip up and you get popped ant gonna be no second chances
Do filled and get filled, so take it like a man and
Waht you gon' do when the tables turn nigga
Better be ready shoot and let'em burn nigga
Fuck wit' the wrong dude and you gon' learn nigga
Get out of order and you get what you earn nigga
I'm untamed, I be wilin' the streets thuggin'
Me and Lil' Wayne, two young niggas that can't be trusted
Even though I'm young I'm still a hard hitta'
Soulja out Magnolia, bitch nigga wig-splitta
A nigga who kill ya and dump ya body in the river
Get rid of the murder weapon
So they don't know that I did ya in and
Any nigga come in that water for ya, nigga they drownin'
Pass the sets nigga it'll be you that I'm downin'
[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Four: Lil' Wayne]
Now im runnin with all these killas so all I know is head bustin'
Keep a gun and I pull the trigger clear the block in a hurry
All that unnecessary jaw-jabbin' I let my pistol bark at 'em
Never thought niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
and hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from the U.P.T. you just can't tame the boys
Them niggas from the C.M.B. they iron slangers boy
Better whatch out, whatch out
Pull up on the set and just hop out with the glock out
Leave a nigga wet and flip they block out and shot out
Bullets be hummin', my niggas be stompin'
Cowards be runnin like them "woop" people comin
Got a ?tums? with a drum in em with a fire suit on
Come from up top the fire truck and let my rockets shoot off
Chopper knockin' you off, bullets turnin' up
Ain't no stopin' them HB's cause we burnin' up
[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
[juvenile]
Ha ha ha ha
Ain't nuthin shakin, I'm the same old nigga
Still sit back in these and hang with and dope dealers
Break the crew off, ride in new cars
Get information from hoez about the new wars
Hangin in the middle of a battlefield, dog
Boys playin it hot, but I gotta chill y'all
And all them little kidz done got a dollar apiece
And some knowledge ain't gon help em, keep em outa the streetz
[baby (big tymers)]
It's all good, lil one, won't u give me them {rifle cocks}
I'ma break em all down for me and my peepz
Half round, 28 ounces give me two g's
Uptown, hot boyz, tryin to stack me some cheese
And i'ma hit my hood, and let it be known
When I holla at them niggaz they better be gone
And I'm a frontin lil ward and I want mine
And i'ma break em off propa and I need mine
I got my money straight nigga, so don't lie
You better respect this game, so niggaz lie
28? 36? nigga 45
100 g's two {rifle cocks} and they all mine
{chorus}x 4
I bounce thru the hood
My niggaz they give me love
Boy, what's happenin nigga?
Dog it's all good
[b.g.]
But when the hood, fuck wit niggaz I came up wit
Entered the game wit, snorted and caught a train wit
The same niggaz I hsutled and felt pain wit
I'm the b.g. off the block, do the same old shit
Just cause I got big hits I still remain a street nigga
Still pile up in my benz and when I'm 4 deep nigga
Change cause I got bank?
I don't think I could, wit me for life it'll be all good in tha hood
[young turk]
It's all good where I stay, niggaz hustle all day
They don't play, you fuck wit em
Won't neva take {click} put a end to yo day
When I bust on yo face and where ever you're caught slippin
That's where you're gonna lay
Nigga think it's a game?
Will they, lose yo brain ?
If you got a loud mouth, better watch what you say on it
Got some thangz for them, they slangin em nigga
All that guerilla, hang drain and they bangin it nigga
{chorus}x 4
I bounce thru the hood
My niggaz they give me love
Boy, what's happenin nigga?
Dog it's all good
[manny fresh]
You wanna second linee!
Buy yo bitch armani?
If you ain't got a million dollars, nigga stand behind me
It's all good ha
'cause a nigga ride a benz
It's all good ha
'cause now we got some n's(money)
It's all good ha
Cause a nigga sleepin right
It's all good huh
'cause my kids eatin right
Now hoooold up, wait a minute
Or go to my nigga put some sould up in it
[lil' wayne]
I'm from the south where they be hustelin
Niggaz drug smugglin
Big guns comin in
Police steady runnin in
We gon keep on thuggin, baby, smokin, ridin, drinking slangin
Gte a lick and get that thang, grab yo manz and get that thang
Time for the dro, we bring them catz south
Niggaz clutchin they nuts they druged the fuck out
And niggaz like, let it off in the hood
2 drinks for twenty, nigga don't that sound good
Chorus: repeat 4x
I bounce thru the hood
My niggaz they give me love
Boy, what's happenin nigga?
[Juvenile]
I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin
The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin
Hope you got your boys and you straped tight
'cause this bout to be some shit you won't like
Picture this, a fome hot, to your dome hot
I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound
You found a nigga that you though was a hoe
He's probably from your family, you married the most
Who's the B, whats the beef, my lady she's pregnant
She's already 5 months, so we lookin at oh 3
My baby bout to touch down, man I can't do this with a frown
Bustin that niggas dick over my pops corner
All my people are probably wondering whats going on
Playin a chess game, gotta keep my eye on this mate
All the way from Adam and Eve, not fuckin Steve
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile]
Watch yourself, it's getting bad and dangerous
We makin niggas so it's scared to hang wit us
We show them large and they stumble back
Ridin around every water in the chat
It used to be like that, till the driver drowned
Thats niggas is doctor p, knock the niggas door down
He hit his head on bed, 24/7
I gotta deal with these niggas and bitches till 2:11
What are them niggas that are duckin the law
Who them niggas who just shot up your car
What you call them niggas that are ready for war
What you call them niggas that go too far
Hot Boys running with kerosene running through everything
All the way to shit, you never seen
To Magnolia and back
Niggas talk bout me but then they never seen
Seeing them niggas in the cages, duckin stages, thinkin they courageous
I'mma bust you in the head, my enemies trying to fled
C-Murder trying to come up here and murder
Some motherfuckin claim to representin
He ain't from the magnolia, so this shit ain't reminiscin
This is my system
Like an addiction thats like fiction
My victums can't see 'cause they bitchin
Don't worry, I'll make them believers
When my blood pressure get high and over steamers
This week will not be cut
'cause it's in God we trust
You niggas trying to check wit us
We'll make it so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be ridin tonight, ain't no survivin
Now I got my enemy drivin, and ain't despising
This nigga be seeing the bright light
And when he gets in park, end his life
2 or my people, look nigga I'm planning
And when I see 200 keys of that sand
I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand
I'mma be shacollin, all my niggas ballin
Juve you buyed it
Wayne you buyed
Turk you buyed it
Slim you buyed it
Baby you buyed it
Fresh you buyed it
B.G., ballers you buyed it
You and you, you buyed it
This motherfuckin investigation on me?
Saying they got shit on me
I'mma be kissing these alligations
They tried to torture and question me at the police station
They keep playa hatin, they keep statin
Niggas gonna be waiting, fuck that, I'd rather take my chances
Bitch in a minute, I rearrange shit
[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
I ain't out to please a bitch
She could get on her knees
I'm tryin' to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't gotta say it
You don't cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I'm iced out
[Big Tymers]
1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy)
Everytime I step
I rock ice (lil' momma)
'cause I love the rep
I rock ice (whole world)
'cause I'm doin' my thang
I rock ice
Bling bling, bling bling
[Turk]
My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it
Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love that
They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin'
I floss but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
Ya say I stun too much
I can't help it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne]
It's Cash Money youngest nigga
Right around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh) perkin'
Money is my purpose
Whatever I purchase
Oh, could you do better?
Rollin' with the bezel
Who that be, that's Wayne,
Look at his gold chain,
Sometimes I wear grey,
White diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just pure awful
And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
You wan' meet me?
You just might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot Boys
Nigga CMR, nigga CMR
Repeat 1
[Juvenile]
Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
The way a nigga lay a stunt
Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car
I'm rimmed up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I'm still goin'
Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone
[Juvenile]
Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinky
and my album went platinum too
Man you know I'm a stunt'
All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY*
I'm sick of it, niggaz illliterate
and I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitament
I done shot at niggaz, and I been shot at
I done had a whole lotta old folks tellin me stop that
I'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop that
Would be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop that
You see all of them Crystal bottles, I pop that
and I'm bout to go and find me a new mall to shop at
[B.G.]
I'm out the heart of the hood
Niggaz like to bust heads and look good
Ride on 20's with TV's leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least 10 G's on a necklace
Pullin up at the club in two Caddy truck stretches
My click boss nigga, try to follow us get lost nigga
We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost nigga
My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain
B.G. got it goin on respect the game
Chorus: B.G. (repeat 2X)
Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love
Get in our path of money and your head get bust
[Baby]
Nigga I live like an old man, but I'ma young man
with bout three million dollar worth of cars in my name
Went to East ?? bought the whole block man
Got these white folks fucked up by the mouth man
E'ry type 2000, me and Juvie got 'em
V8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'em
Bought a million dolla Rolex, a nigga doubtin
Cartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousand
A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a nigga smilin
Matchin platinum ink pens for four thousand
Bought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm buckwild with it
Changin everything from the in and the out in it
[Mannie Fresh]
How you figure you the nigga, to shut it down?
What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down?
You know who I am, God damn
You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga scram
Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is that?
Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch
Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets
We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teeth
Chorus
[Lil' Wayne]
Now, now, now, now
I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummers
with a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roley
with a crusted, bezel, niggaz can't compete with us
We on another, level, watch us scratch off in the Viper
with the windows, tinted, automatic start with VCR's
and TV's, in it, I always go out my pocket
Never penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expedition
with plenty, women, and they wit it, wit it
Not to mention, bout my Ninja, with the extension
What about my condominum wit yo wife in the kitchen
See I gets lots of attention I'm the youngest, Tymer
Plus I step into the light wit them humongous, diamonds
See everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder
Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover
Baby had me drinkin think I got a hangover
Weezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game over
Chorus 2X
[Outro]
Nigga, it's Cash Money Millionaires
Fuck with us nigga, your head get bust
We step in the light, and it and it just be
bling bling, bling, bling bling
What? My nigga B.Geezy
What? My nigga, B.eatrice
Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what?
My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh
My nigga Ju-vey, that motherfuckin Hot Boy
Nigga, Cash Money takin over this bitch
and we ain't lettin go yet..
[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night
Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin'
11 deep in the new Ford Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean
Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga
[Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats
They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said where it's at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried about no witness
'cause them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black
Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us
[Baby]
I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz
While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits
Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga
It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga
While my homies carve life in the field my nigga
Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga
Behind them thangs - it is what it is niggaz
Birdman - a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers
[Lil' Wayne]
(look - look - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad nerves
What that fed up look?
Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it
I done walk 'bout four blocks
In a pair of old 'Boks
Dirty with no socks
Looking for dope spots
Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild
Been a year since I smiled
Better watch that child
Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces
Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin'
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days
Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me
[Turk]
It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am
Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way
Middle of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'
You'll be put ta nap
Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house
Fuck it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
[B.G.]
(whoa, shit ain't gon' happ')
Look, I just come from outta town, nigga broke in my crib
Disrespect where I live, 20 g's up for who he is
He don't have the slightest mothafuckin' idea - who he dealin with
Ahh he don't know how real it get
He gonna get his wig split, looked over the bricks - got nothing
But I don't play nigga, try'na take mine from him
For him ta know I was gone - know I wasn't home
Somebody had ta be inorder that I know
Time ta go in the closet, with a ride or die fit
Black hood - Girbauds - ski mask and Reebok classics
It's spreading 'bout them 20's - somebody gonna talk
Give it 3 or 4 days for it ta come out the dark
Hoe what I told ya, niggaz can't pull me ta the side
He ain't lying - I had the vibe, it was a pro-blem of mine
But for me, he showed, wasn't no love in him
So I ain't hesistate ta put them fuckin' slugs in him
[Hook x4: B.G.]
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with B.G.
[Turk]
(Look, Look, Look)
Nigga know I got that work - so he plottin' and watchin'
Try'na see when I'm gone - so he can break in my house and
I'ma bake a cake for him, make him think I'm outta town
I know he here hustlin' I'm on my monkey talkin' loud
Tellin' my round not be there pick me up from the 'port
On my way ta Nashville, 10 bricks I'm gonna score
Prolly get a lil' dope, cuz that dope make more money
20 dollars for a bag, Half-a-gram for a 100
This nigga just don't know, I'm on top of my game
Shoulda kept it too himself but instead he told Elan
Better get that nigga Turk, so I got ta bust his brains
If I let that nigga slide, he gonna try ta do it again
Gatta handle mine, gatta get rid of him quik
Bust him up fast, throw him in the lake then split
Jack who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in ya head leave that ass on the street
[Hook x4: Turk]
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Teke
[Lil' Wayne]
(aight)
Okay let me explain, been sittin' on 5 bricks of cocaine
Since the drought came
Niggaz be constantly blowing me up try'na cop thangs
But the prices remain 10
I don't change it or curve it - I just slang it and serve it
You see the game is got these niggaz hurtin'
The money's nervous, so they try'na get at me for service - Let's make it happen
I'm only askin' for dime a ki' - 5 for half
Quarters go 3 - you do the rest of the math
And nigga offer me 55 so I figure he ballin'
But at my prices the average hustler with dough can afford
But I'ont know this ol' nigga so I'ma tax him 60 g. bandits
The extra 5 for shippin'-n-handlin'
When I met him, he in all black, talking 'bout he be back
Told me ta stay here while he get the stacks
Fuck is you ignorant
I cocked the Mag back quik, and knocked off his ligaments
Jack Wayne, not player thats ridiculous
[Hook x4: Lil' Wayne]
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Weezy
[Juvenile]
I told Ris, when my life at night with this dope
I had a bitch, I kinda like ta bite
The bitch broke with my shit
Oh yeah - I'ma found out where she at
She ain't selling none of that, look I need ta get that back
I'ma pay my people, what I owe them, Cuz I know them
And shit a get real fast,and I might have ta show them
I ain't gon' let the bitch walk, like everthing is super either
She done change the i-den-tity and acting as two people
A smart bitch, but fucked up in the game
Cuz I found out her source, ta get enough of the same
Quickly, got the location and bust up his brains
Click on the 5 o'clock news, they ain't mention his name
Gatta, clear head - this for the time being
Cuz these bitches right around me
Be the ones that mind's sceaming
I sell brown ta you's frown nigga
Fuck how you feel - ain't no rules now nigga
[Hook x4: Juvenile]
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Juve
[Outro x3: Juvenile]
Jack who, Take what, from who, not we
Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with H.B.'s
[Mannie Fresh]
Straight off the project steppa
Nigga, hot like pepper
I fucked your ol' lady last night, then I left her
That pussy was a fool, I wish I woulda kept her
Niggas in the hood sayin' I'm a repper
But I bet cha', neither one them niggas gone check a Hot Boy
No your not, boy
Your heart pump Kool-Aid
Watch out, you'll get chopped boy
From the hottest, of the hottest of the hot fo
Project hoes, scatterd sites, and whole block see ya
Baller Blockin', standin' in my way
Cash Money, Hot Boy$ bout their presidents everyday
[Baby]
Since we got papers, the feds be tryin' to stop us
I'm playin with millions, fuckin uptown poppers
Goals and hoes
Niggas doin videos
Fuck Versace, Reeboks, and Girbauds
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' 32's
Fuck stun'n, we givin these hoes the blues
A mouth full of gold, diamonds on my whole crew
Rolex to show we done what we had to do
So muthafuck you nigga, and yo' whole crew
Ca$h Money Records bitch we be com'n through
So show love, Baby, Mannie, and the whole crew
yo wus up shkin porkchop are baken cause it's the mutha fucken hot boysss from new orlean city where the hoes aight and the niggaz are pretty cause we do it like that and ya'll assited by bueatyfull hot boys
(B.G.)
Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off
Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream
All of a sudden, niggas wanna do me in
Don't make me get disgusted, or over your head is 10
Me and Baby shinin, on 750 C.B.R.'s
Going to the best western with niggas in two cars
Tomorrow hoes gotta go, cause me and B flyin back to Tennessee
Tryin to see bout some cheese
They got niggas ballin, but they don't even wanna
Get out the projects, and buy a house on Washatona
Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s
My clique ain't hurtin, haul to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life i'm livin, i'm lovin,
Young, straight thuggin, watch out for my clique cause we com'n
I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on
I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on
(Lil' Wayne)
In all black, ready to get a nigga for some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two, shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me to the house
Respect my mind, or get your brains knocked out
I come for the cheese, 25 G's, remain on your knees
Or i'll be forced to release, freeze,
I make a nigga break down like a bucket
Nigga what, you ain't gonna what, hold up, (gun cocks) up it
Who fallin now, loga, tell me that
Who ballin now, broadas, flat necks
Spread it on down, with ya issue I be stunnin
Nigga lay it down, i'm com'n
I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga
Nigga I'm com'n, ( ? ) it's on you nigga
I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga
Nigga I'm com'n, you ballin, it's on you nigga
(Bun B)
>From a penny, to a nickel, to a dime, and a quarter
If a any nigga fickel-fuck with mine, then he oughta
Get his wife, son, and daughter funeral plans in order
Cause i'mma slaughter his blood line till it's thinner than water
Went from captain Save-A-Hoe, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo
But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to
Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with you,
spend change with you, or do no kind of gangsta thangs with you
I'm on your heels, and ain't no lettin up
So if you hit the ground, bitch ain't no gettin up
Niggas start the bettin up,
Put your last dime on me, your credit line on me,
Ask Niggy D.D., you gon win every time on me
That ain't no lyin on me, that's on my momma
All my niggas locked up and dead, behing all that fuckin drama
Wassup to Big Tymers, producers, groupies, bitches, and rap rhymers
Big Bun com'n like dicks and vaginas
I'm com'n, just when you niggas least expected
I'm com'n, so have your whole body protected
I'm com'n, strong armin your whole clique bitch
I'm com'n, so wipe the cum up off my dick bitch
(Young Turk)
I got more weight then them niggas up state
My name, Raymon D., I'm the nigga with the yay
I'm from the projects, 42 dollar rent, i'm ballin
Stackin ends, taller then tall, could never catch me fallin
Ride slow, shine like diamonds, twinkle like gold
The young nigga, fuckin all you old niggas hoes
When I come, I come with it, I don't rep
Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step
Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it
Hot boy with hot toys, hangin in the closest
Ready to be fire, drama, i'm bout that
Chopper with 50 shots, nigga I pack gats
My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny
Want a package, meet me at the spot, nigga i'm com'n
I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
(Juvenile)
Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit the curb to the bank
Just thinkin bout this bitch ass nigga, thats disrespectin
No question, wootay bit the hand that done fed him
My nigga Doug told me, " man ride with them choppers "
My nigga Baby told me, " man don't stop for no poppers"
Know that a bitch will get you crossed in a minute
Know that they gonna put it off till they get it
I had a bad bitch with big ass, until she was top of the line
So she stayed in Chanell fits
She ran with some made niggas, so she was a made bitch
However you wanna do it, it's all on you how she played it
She worked for Hot Boys, and I was the chairmen
Complication, just give me the Franklins
You can take it like a man or a bitch
Best to get the fuck or you wanna get flipped
I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga
I'm com'n, you gotta get it, you gotta do nigga
I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga
I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga
I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga
I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga
I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga
Magnolia in this bitch.
That Melph, that Calio, VL, 10th Ward, everybody, check it.
Turk:
Untamed gorillas
Uptown for sho'
Gettin' full of that raw Mac Melph Calio
Totin choppers on the street like it's very legal
Lovin' blue eyes and curly hair 'cause that's fuckin' people
These niggas wet, head smokin' from his beretta led
Shouldn't fuck with niggas in that 3 'cause they surely don't play
Chop you down in a minute
Yo' head, quick to spin it
Set it off with 50 shots
Ain't no stoppin' till it's finished
Rag tag, leave ya fizad with bullet holes
On yo bizack with bloody clothes you know
Thug niggas
Like sockets we plug niggas
Head busters
Showin' no love ass niggas
Bout beefin'
At night they bout that creepin
Tearin' it down
No more DJ's for the weekend
Chop you down real quick
Like that razor Gillette
Body acceptin' bullets like 1-800-Collect
Chorus (Juvenile):
Livin' in that 3rd where niggas got shot
They got 9 millis and infrared dot
A buncha niggas totin' choppers that's quick to wet you up
I said them niggas from uptown don't give a mother fuck
(repeat)
Turk:
Part 2
And you know, what we bout, them hustles
Still niggas, kill niggas, work for the men with shovels
Still nigga, fuck with that 3 it's a must that you die
Real nigga, ??? got on a box with camoflauge
Macs, SK's, Choppers, that's all we play
Spin up in at night, big nuts from broad day
Leavin' yo' block wet
Don't give a fuck who get hit
Bangin' and kill
So if you get split you get split
In that UPT, they got that monkey on they back
Niggas in that 3 won't hesitate to leave ya crack
If you slip in Uptown, then you fucked nigga
Pullin' triggers full of that brown ducked out nigga
Totin' choppers
That's wet ya leave ya foul nigga
Uptown don't give a fuck, and they wild nigga
In that Magnolia, nigga knock ya head off ya shoulders
Reload to LD will fuck clean over ya
Left with no figgas
Fucked up from 50 niggas
6 ft. is where you'll be
On t-shirts is ya picture
Chorus
Turk:
In that 3 we pack 2's that'll bruise when we spit
Choppers with 50, so it ain't no way we won't hit
Playin' a game with no rules so you get crept on
Red dots beamin' u better have your vest on
Uptown consists of nothin' but them real niggas
Packin' steel niggas
Won't hesitate to kill niggas
Sharp shooter ?????? nigga at far range
Killin' you niggas ain't no thang so yo' brains hang
Choppers be ringin' like a motherfuckin' church bell
Niggas get served like a junkie with a drug sell
Runnin' shop is them off of ???
???? and they strapped with autillary
In that Melph, niggas will leave ya where ya standin
Poppin' trunks and they pullin' out the cannons
Pullin' triggers that'll soak ya leave ya brainless
50 shots will stop ya
Body be flamin'
You need a hot one I got one now take it and bend it
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bounce, slide, ride, Work that cat to the right
Push it down, push it up, boom, you dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream, nigga you know her
She make me bow bow bow bow
(Rocky Balboa)
See I lovin' it when you thuggin', baby just don't stop
You could wobledee, wobledee
(Drop, drop it like it's hot)
Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breasts
You better read her fucking tats, nigga Mannie Fresh
Suck it up and yuck it up, baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin' here we go
Back that azz up lil' one all the way to the zipper
I really like you hot girl but I got ta flip ya
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
I need a hot-n-spicy hoe I can shop, with
Give my hoe 10 G's, told her spend the shit
(Go 'head hoe)
See my hot girl ride Lexus Coupe, bitch
And she got the matchin' Roley hoe, floss yo' shit
And she got the matching links for the winter bitch
Now see a real hot girl can't be faded bitch
Roll the dice, hit the seven no craps, bitch
Got the brand new Rover off the showroom quick
Customized TV's all through that bitch
Yokohama 20 inch dubs on that bitch
Now see my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin' Uptown bumpin' Hot Boys ya bitch
And that blue faced Rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head Benjamins all through her shit
Fuck a thug girl them hoes can only suck my dick
I need a hot girl to represent this Uptown shit
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
Where my bitch at? Look, a hot girl is a silent hoe
If a bitch get outta line she a violent hoe
Ain't no pest, far from being a whinin' hoe
Fuck up she confess, she ain't no lyin' hoe
That's what I need, a hot girl is a jazzy bitch
I'd take her any day 'fore a classy bitch
On the down low for her nigga she a nasty bitch
I tell her touch it, she gon' reach down and grab the dick
I bust a nut, get soft, she get it back hard
The police kick in the do' she takes the charge
If a nigga go to jail she run for her nigga
Money orders, business and front ones for her nigga
She hear a nigga ballin', work that body for her nigga
Let me come through, hit the stash, and rock up out a nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo' short call her a H.G.
(A hot girl)
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
I like 'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop
Eat dick swallow the cum and they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that dick
She a doggy wit it, she could wobbledee
Then she know how to money wit it
Open her legs and squeeze a nigga like she want me in it
Now turn around and back it up
Then throw it at a nigga 'til I say, "Ooh that's enough"
Give me a gansta hoe
One that don't give a fuck and that'll shank a hoe
And that'll slang still, and keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me, and say fuck the po', dog you know
Now Lil' Shorty in the twat have it hurtin' and thumpin'
They be like say, "He small girl he workin' wit somethin'"
I'm Lil' Wayne on fire, I'll smash on your boo
I got a Hot Girl bangin', what's the matter with you?
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
Ya understand? Look that's a motherfuckin' Hot Boys
Definition of a motherfuckin' Hot Girl, do you dig what I'm saying?
It's all gravy if you think you fit the description
Then come on get with a nigga, come on get with a nigga
[B.G.]
I take drama as far as it could go
I ain't no ho
That is something u would wanna know
I get loose as a goose
When beef in my presence
i'm a hot boy fa'sho
Nigga a living legend
I straight creep if I get beef with ya
They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture
Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet
Cause I was in the hospital
Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it
But I'm still a head busta
Run with straight real niggas
That's a fatigue nigga
So this the deal with ya
All about cash daddy
Face behind the mask daddy
Choppers with 50 in em'
Ready to blast daddy
Duck or get down nigga
Bounce or get bounce nigga
U on side of a milk carton
Can't be found nigga
Take it how u wanna
Bring how u feel
Take in blood nigga you get it how u live
Chorus: ( Juve)
Where the villian be
That's where I'll stand
I'm comming with autilary
Up in my hand
I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man
I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand
Verse 2: ( B.G)
It don't stop
It want stop
My glock on safety
Cock if you get shot
Don't get shocked
Cause you are aware of my actions
U know I that U heard of me
And that's a fact son
I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday
I'm 100% thug
U wont't trigga play
It's all gravy let's handle it
I get scandalous
I call baby it's confusion
Army tool we using
He beep me back
We clicking up we set up
A dangerous mob
Once u wet up
No getting up
That's how it is
I hustle for my G's
Over hundred G's
Stun'n with versace
It's straight soldiers ree's
And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,
Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants
We wanna go all the way out
And thug?????
Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down
(chours)
Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper
I ain't fucking with ya
U outta line
I'm gon flip ya
B.g toten big pistol
U know I represent
Full of that dope behind lime tint
Mercedes what I'm in
We steal is a lil hint
That u murder if you flinch
6feet in where u sent
My occupation consist
Putting momma on the front bench
My click is often dangerous
If they caught to hang with us thug with us
Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us
Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down
And that's dat UPT
U ain't gotta hide you get down
But it all good
U get dirty I get dirty
We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin
In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome
I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home
I aint' gone bone light
On dat dope dick
I know you heard that we go all night
Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right
What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' bitch ass niggaz scared
Look here
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'mma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all niggaz could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that
Nigga give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
I'mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains, and I'mma have to waste that
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that
You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that
Hook:
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP
Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch
We take situations fo, we don't play no games bitch
We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shit
We on another level you stuck on the same shit
CMB came through now we done rearranged shit
We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't shit
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come homebound and say the flow, you
bitch
We don't wear the suit, we wear tee's, fro's and reez
We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what women think they could fuck wit B.G.
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shit
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit
Fuck that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit
Hook:
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP
These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya
I you forgot its my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a fuck, I bruise nigga
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools nigga
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
Niggaz goin bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't fuck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherfucking change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight
Hook (2x):
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP
(during the last time the hook is said)
It's like that ya heard me?
We told y'all niggaz need help right now
We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?
Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$
But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires
Man that's the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
Niggaz know they sorry fo' that too
But it's all gravy
Can't strip 'em
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own shit
Damn, why you have to run with our shit
We put this shit together
We the originators
B.G. talking:
What's happening?
The Hot Boy$ got some feelings they like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit
I feel Juve will catch you slipping and unload the tech
I feel a big ass helicopter on the set
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo'' sho
I feel like this bitin'' wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
B.G.:
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with the whole crew
Young Turk:
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like "Look, I can't be stopped"
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz
I feel like hitting the ho after this ''cert
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with Juve, the B.G. and Turk
I feel like we bout to blow up in this world
I feel like if I gotta hustle I'mma sell some ?furl?
Sometimes I just feel like jumping shop
I feel if my rhyme got beat, I'mma ride
I feel if a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I feel
Hook
B.G.:
You fuck with Lil' Turk, you fucking with the whole crew
Juvenile:
I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong
I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car
I feel like taking these bitch niggaz to war
I feel I deserve me a platinum plaque
I feel I shouldn't have to ask for that
I feel y'all hos know a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like the law don't wanna see a nigga with shit
I feel like walking on my judgement now
I feel like ??? on a budget now
Lil' Wayne:
Nigga I feel like that everything I write somebody else will bite
I really think its the south fresh tracks they be tight
I just can't explain I feel like when 200 0 come it'll be out my way
I feel like the Hot Boy$ them should be the president
I feel like burning up yo body to leave no evidence
I feel like money is the most important thing next to my seater
I feel like I should have no bald head tramp up in my beamer
And I also feel that I'm also real
Ain't no rollie like my rollie, noone live like I live
And I, I feel that I'm one of a kind
I feel like niggaz call shot but they ain't got bitches like mine
I feel like tonight I'm goin' ride, ride
And if you feel you goin' die, die
Now baby, baby, baby what the deal
Respect my mind I'm just telling you how I feel
(the rest is talking)
B.G.:
Now look, how you feel Juve? How you feel?
Juvenile:
I feel like a millionaire
B.G.:
How you feel Baby?
Baby:
I feel like pocketing mo bottles than a lowlife nigga fuck that
B.G.:
I feel like fucking all these niggaz' bitches who be hating on me and
I'm fucking 'em anyway
I just signed this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by ?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
Baby:
I feel like making a come up in a ?milf?
I feel like getting that ?alley goat? by myself
B.G.:
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying diamonds for my lil' girl
Baby:
I feel like niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
Ya heard me, stop stealing our shit
B.G.:
I feel like Mannie Fresh is the shit
Baby:
I fell like Turk...I feel like Turk is the block burner
Young Turk:
And I feel we taking nigga child if they hurt our feelings ya heard me?
Baby:
I feel like fuck the world nigga
B.G.:
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Lac
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Up in the Hood
[Lil' Wayne]
huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of Hollygrove
It's Young Carter - fuck wit' me and I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor
And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique
I'm liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch
I've murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow
Then .9 me and get hit wit' my ak's hollows
I blaze block flows at 'cha dome Paco
I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out 'cho taco
Head for the border, don't die when I'm there for the cause
Thug Life ''cause I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches
And y'all can trust my niggaz - while I'm here, I'm a living legacy
And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately
Ain't no hoe can get the best of me
And ain't no facilty in this world that can correct me
I'm wild and untamed, I just get more work from Baby and I power them thangs
You muh'fuckas don't want problem wit' Wayne huh
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
Catch me steppin' in my soldeirs when I'm up in the hood
Catch me steppin' in the mud when I'm up in the hood
Catch me hustlin' on the block when I'm up in the hood
Catch me clutchin' on my glock when I'm up in the hood
[B.G.]
Beef wit' me - your life is what it'd a cost ya
I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful
Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga
Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest nigga
Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef
Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet
I joke, but I don't play - I laugh, but I don't clown
I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down
Now +That is How I Get Down+
And when I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds
I'm the last, you wanna have problems with
I can't catch ya, I indulge ya mom and 'em
I'm low hound like that - I'm a guerilla ya dig
I'm from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig
So get it right, or get your life taken away
Play wit' Geezy get a 'k nigga stuck in ya face
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
[Juvenile]
Lil' Daddy come here, let me put 'chu up on game
It's election time, that's why itza drought of cocaine
See what im sayin' - they all got they hand in
And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in
So we all be like fuck it, we ain't got no gigs
And fussin' ain't gon feed and house no kids
If you was eating you wouldn't have a reason ta thug
But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs
I remember New Year's Eve when the light's went out
All the food sproil - we didn't have a bite in the house
So I did what I had ta do - between me and you
Lil' nigga I pull it off - and no one ever knew
Had money ta get some groceries - clothes and whatever
Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
Some people it ain't fust, So I accept my lick
I ain't checking ya - I want ya ta respect my shit
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
[Turk]
I tote the chopper with 50 and I won't hesitate ta use it
I clear the whole block when I come through shooting
No picks, no chosers - any nigga could get it
Don't care if you big or small - I still leave ya shitted
I'm from the projects so y'kno I'm cuthroat
A soulja out that 'Nolia want beef - Lets go
Nigga I'm +Bout Whatever+ I'm tired a telling ya that
Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked
Don't make me dress in black - you don't wanna do that
'cause I don't tote one Mag - I tote two Mags
Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back
Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest
Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting
Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black
I'ma Killer nigga - a untamed guerilla nigga
Lil' Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a nigga
(Hook 4x - [Lac])
(Outro - [Turk])
(Ha! Ha!) Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga
Lil' Turk nigga - B.G. nigga - Juvenile nigga - Weezy nigga
Baby nigga - Mannie Fresh nigga - Sugar Slim nigga
B.g.: u know me cant' get caught without my chopper
Load with 50 bullets
I'm itiching to sai I got ya
B.g. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo chrome put holes in me
Fuck that nigga
If u don't hit me up and I get another chance nigga
That's dat azz nigga
And you could trust that nigga
I put on my first like 50 states
I got 50 rounds to split yo muther fucking grape
I hope u don't think u could get away
Because I ain't gon let ya u get away ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Lil wayne: load up pull back amd aim
Bust and release 50 blame being hanged
Bullets slang like crack cocaine
50 niggas always rtiding with lil wayne
My ree strung up bo's fall half way
I jumping out of trees with a camoflouge ak
I spots my target and let'em go in the wind
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One after another, another, & another
How dey come slippin'n out the clip
See 'em flip hm hm hum
B.g.: u see how hot boys playa it now
When we comming for yo issue
Whotay lay it down
Cause if you don't u done piss me clean off
Ya history dog believe 50 shots gone set it off
Me, wayne,juve, and turk comming show u through
4 niggas with 50 shots that's who pointed at u
Turk: they burn ah ah on da real
They damage fa' flip and turn ah
Face be on a bandana fa'
Niggas scattered like sand
Cause I got sluggs up in my hand
50 marching like a band
Niggas crumble like cans ah ah
Hold yo horses
I gotta k with 50 choices
So chose one
I set it off to bruse one
( chorus) set it off 50 shots gonna set it off ( 10x)
Turk: killing u niggas ain't no thang
I'm quick to let dat chopper rang
Beef keep frozen but when it melts
I do my thang 50 shots to set it off
Real quick bitch niggas get left where they can't be found
Fuck with me
I got some niggas on my side that will ride or die with me
Craig,ron, randy a ride or die with me
They will bust a head with me from the scene they fled with me
My fucking rounds when I drawn down they gon draw down with me
I acts wild when I come through
No time to watch out
50 shots no doubt
Blood gon rush out
Niggas could run up and get done up if they want
Think I'm gon hestiate nigga I want
I tear it down yo whole block
With the chopper chop down yo hole block
With chopper chop down yo hole spot
U thinking I'm fake u bet not
50 shots to set if off
U get flopped of da top
( chorus repeat)
Juvenile: welcome to magnolia norm soldier with bombs
Mommy knew I would blow up cause calm for so long
For the president dat be the evil
That got me bust'n at people
Fuck if the shit illegal
I gotta fix up my regal
For da shit dat apply me
Send apologies but I got 50 niggas
Loyal to die for me
Look what da devil done to me
Runnig the beef under the streets
Na we each gotta knock of da leash
A bunch of empty shells
Walking no talking plot'n for power
Going riding in sour foe herion, rocks, powder
Tommorrow not promised
I got so much niggas behind us hungry parons with intenions to be tymers
Fuck sitting around for the revolution to jump off
Look I'm bout my issues 50 shots gone set it off
[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga that'll go and score
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor?
[Lil' Wayne]
What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome
got 3 or 4 million ready to get his shine on?
[Turk]
Nigga...what kinda nigga leave ya ? and give a fuck
big nuts and big heart from the start?
[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga stay shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive-bys?
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ? on gold?
[Turk]
What...what kinda niggas ? in black clothes
street smart and play the game how it goes?
[Juvenile]
Ah, ah...what kinda nigga be driving these hoes crazy
claiming that they pregnant, wanna be his ol' lady?
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier thugging, playing with a million?
[Turk]
Now...what kinda nigga's tote chops and ride hot?
Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me thats creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a mac
I bust back till it crack
You see I ride tonight
Bullets fly at night
Lain tonight
Wayne and get high at night
And a high tonight when I'm duckin' round the mirrors
I run over niggas like eighteen wheelers
Hungry gorilla
Ah what cha what cha got wootay
Gettin' beef thinks its cool I hit cha hit cha block wootay
Hit cha get cha gurl
Choppa choppa neighborhood
Let his poppa understood
Nigga burn like wood
And i swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-Five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
Lil daddy I'm on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
Some of these niggas aint gone even be remainin'
Look now you keep thinkin' I'm to be played with
My gage spray quick
I aint ta be played with
I ride like a rollercoaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
I'm comin' up the back my grill start to spark
Opp I'm coming up the front (breathing hard) ya caught
Now where you gone run and where you gone turn
Oohh I got my gun
Oohh chopper bullets burn
To whom it may concern
Chopper bullets burn
Get through your block like a perm
Look weak like sperm
(Chorus) 2x
Now check the whole block the whole block catch a fire
I be the I be the block block on the rider
Verse 2
I spin yo corner with my size 16 sankin'
Lip trangin'
Shootin' 50 automatic
They all black and
Stickin' niggas like patches
Family stackin'
They all burn like matches
Now test me and it will be accidental
Erase like pencils
Use niggas like rentals
Now WHO
Will wanna run up on my crew
Look as COOL
Logger its all on you
See I CRUISE
Up and down your street like the caribbean
Then I release all off my heater from the fifty plus
Ashes to dust I get dirty dirty like mud
Leave one ta bust
And dirty dirty slugs rush
Now hush and everybody keep the noise down
See uptown bout to bring all of you boys down
Got a mean frown
I'm movin' like a po lil bug
Better keep it shut
Fo the whole block get burned up
(Chorus)2x
Verse 3
Thats me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and Rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We get two choppers from Mike and leave a hundred hoes
We run up on you at night whoa nigga whoa
See I explode
And leave brains on the flo
I light yo block
With case glocks and calicodes
Now there it go
The beat done jumped off
Oo-ooohhh the beat done jumped off
I clear your street with heat from a sawed-off
And all the peeps on yo street get hauled off
Don't fall off
Or wootay its on you
The bullets charged see wootay I warned you
I come through with a chopper to let it off
Ya ready dawg the drama I'ma let it off
La la la la la la weak like sperm
Told ya told ya told ya chopper bullets burn
(Chorus)
Now check the whole block the whole block
[Mannie Fresh]
Straight off the project steppa
Nigga, hot like pepper
I fucked your ol' lady last night, then I left her
That pussy was a fool, I wish I woulda kept her
Niggas in the hood sayin' I'm a repper
But I bet cha', neither one them niggas gone check a Hot Boy
No your not, boy
Your heart pump Kool-Aid
Watch out, you'll get chopped boy
From the hottest, of the hottest of the hot fo
Project hoes, scatterd sites, and whole block see ya
Baller Blockin', standin' in my way
Cash Money, Hot Boy$ bout their presidents everyday
[Baby]
Since we got papers, the feds be tryin' to stop us
I'm playin with millions, fuckin uptown poppers
Goals and hoes
Niggas doin videos
Fuck Versace, Reeboks, and Girbauds
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' 32's
Fuck stun'n, we givin these hoes the blues
A mouth full of gold, diamonds on my whole crew
Rolex to show we done what we had to do
So muthafuck you nigga, and yo' whole crew
Ca$h Money Records bitch we be com'n through
[Mannie Fresh]
Dude there's three things that I love in life
Hot dog, hot ride and Hot muthafuckin Boyz
[Juvenile]
I was standin on the muthafuckin corner, you dig
Head buzzin 'cause I'm rolling marijuana, you dig
My lil cousin keep on asking me for money, you dig
I'm looking at her crazy 'cause I think it's funny, you dig
Could have got yoself a job, or else do something, you dig
Baggin pennies minimum wage is better than nothing you dig
Some black folk got too much pride that's why they struggling, you dig
Gotta get up off yo ass and start to hustle, you dig
I don't wanna live that life no more, I'm chillin, you dig
I got a plan to be the man and make a million, you dig
I got a problem with some niggaz that be stealing, you dig
But it's all gravy, I know I'm gon sell a million, you dig
I told my momma I'm a put you in a mansion, you dig
Cash Money Records done made an expansion, you dig
We be in the studio, working like dogs, you dig
One day we gon do this it's gonna be off, you dig
[Chorus]
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy Juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life, you know...
[Juvenile]
I been looking for a way out for too long, you dig
That's why right now, I be writing song after song, you dig
Niggaz done gave me the green light you know it's on, you dig
Believe you gon hear Juvenile after he gone, you dig
Ain't got no beef wit no other rapper and it's cool, you dig
But if you fucking wit me I might act a fool, you dig
I don't want it go there but I got a 2, you dig
Hey I'm sittin in my (?) but I gotta move, you dig
I battle for my son, I gotta plan, you dig
I be on blocks where niggaz straight up bust yo head, you dig
Nobody gon run they mouth because they scared, you dig
They no me and that ain't gon stop me from gettin paid, you dig
I ain't worried about nuttin, I'm on my own, you dig
I can handle all of my buisness from my phone, you dig
Wit all this right shit how can I go wrong, you dig
I be banging just like my daddy just cause I'm strong, you dig
[Chorus]
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy Juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life, you know...
[Verse 3]
I'm from the ghetto where everybody be broke, you dig
That don't mean that I'm might turn my back on my folks, you dig
Muthafuckaz be in my face 'cause they be hatin, you dig
Muthafuckaz think I'm a chump but they mistakin, you dig
Nigga disrespectin the Juvie I can take it , you dig
Ain't a problem I run away from, I gotta face it, you dig
If a bitch get outta line I'm a replace her, you dig (replace her)
Nigga like me run into a lot of faces, you dig
I know them women out there be looking for paper, you dig (what, what)
I'm a bad nigga fill em wit the amazin, you dig
Probably get my paper chase on just like (?), you dig
They think I'm not about my paper, better watch it, you dig
Fuckin and buyin women got me stunted, you dig
You see the Cash Money family, you know we comin, you dig
I only play out with this music because I wanna, you dig
And when I get my fucking BENZ I'm gonna flaunt it, you dig
[Chorus] x2
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy Juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool
I feel it...(I feel it)This a public service announcement..
once apon time in this place called club
met this cutie with big bootie so i gave that girl a dub
later on that night we had plans and shit
if u take me from the club then im gonna let u hit
if i take u from the club will u always be in love and u promise to love no
other man (I do)
she she looked me in my face put her hands up on my waste and said yes baby
this i understand
now my life is like happy bout to be a pappy and its all because of my girl
but just then this nigga walk in and what he said fucked up my whole world
he said my bitch and ur bitch been freakin each other
i had relations with ur bitch and i didnt use a rubber
my blood rushed down and my heart touched the ground
felt like somebody stabbed me with a knife
now i look at what i done somebody get my gun
cant change a hoe to a housewife (ya see)
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, better leave the building..
(B.G.)
I took off, fuck the law
Lookin for B.G.
Sayin that I killed a nigga around the club last week
Left the scene ridin in a big body
So I flipped the script now I'm in a ES three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me, I got the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eleminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
To let me drop her off by this nigga
Off the river
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit
She dont think I know that she let her live loose and shit
I'm gonna pull over pull her out and pop some slugs in the bitch
And leave her pussy stinkin 'cause I dont love a bitch
But I was smart comin up, never trust a bitch
And don't hesitate for a minute to chug the bitch
She was tryin to get me locked up
It was a must that the hoe get cocked up
Fuckin with me best believe that I'll do ya lots
Got ya sayin them Hot Boy niggas too too hot
Too too hot
Chorus: (Juvenile)
What do ya call a nigga that be duckin the law ( Hot Hot)
What do ya call a nigga that be playin it wrong (Hot Hot)
What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot Hot)
What do ya call a nigga that play it like its the ball (Hot Hot)
(Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot)
(Juvenile)
Lil one and gone
Lil one was stuck in this shit
Lil one say he gonna bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch
Lil one got the court hot
Lil one got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block
Lil one got the 44 cocked
Lil one ??? even no pops
So lil one dont give em no props
Lil one make em timber
Lil one got a bad temper
Lil one killed that boy in November
Lil one be hustlin
Lil one be thuggin
Lil one doesnt wanna come up from nothin
I know lil one aint gonna stop
I know lil one aint gonna let a nigga run him off the block
Lil one kind of remind me of me
Man lil one a G
Lil one runnin with the big boys
Lil one fuckin these hoes
Lil one got some of these old niggas rolled
Lil one makin his G's
Lil one runnin them Keys
Lil one four-hundred degrees
Lil one be shy
Lil one got twenty inches on his ride
Lil one got two calls for fives
Lil one don't give a fuck if he die or not
Lil one said to Jumball he gonna ride on his block
Chorus x 2
(Young Turk)
Hot Boys we on fire
They don't gotta nigga who could outshine us
Cash money records will there be nothin nice
The rolex be werlin
Full of ice
We get our spark on nigga
Through the week
Me, Wayne, Juve, and the B.G.
How you luv it now boy
You brove ha
'cause you're cold and we're hotter than a stove ha
Fuckin hoes, after shows
Tag-teamin, in them hoes my wee be shooting semen
Gots sports cars
On chrome realla
Bein slim get out of the house and walk the tone realla
Hot boys we livin edges hope ya heard the word
Duckin the law runnin through ports with a flock of birds
We too hot
Chorus x 2
(Lil Wayne)
I have you burning up 'cause I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
'cause they know they takin care of my baby
Don't get mad, just follow me now wodie
We the real hot boys
All of them other fake niggas need to stop boy
I got diamonds and gold and I told my strap
Got my Reeboks and boys and I ride on platinum
Hot Girls who I'm after from the UTP
Wodie I got that fire, so holla at me
Now look deep into the holes you see 8 in the hand
Put them things up inthey (ugh) like a stake in the grass
I'm a real hot boy I'm shakin the deck
If you a real hot girl you can take it in half
Lil' Wayne playboy can't put the fire out for a nigga
Stop tryin, I be too too hot
Chorus x 2
The Hot Boyz, the hot boyz
Niggas is the hot boyz, the hot boyz
Them niggas is the hot boyz, the hot boyz
Them niggas is the hot boyz, the hot boyz
On fire
Grab the maggy lever then the boys wouldnt step
Grab the 8010 then the boys wouldnt step
Grab the 223 then the boys wouldnt step
Turk:
Two of the hottest days of the week
They harrassin' and hackin' niggaz in that UPT
N.O.P.D. be rollin' so deep
They be fuckin' over niggaz
Kickin' in doors
Sometimes, they be pullin' triggers
Ya hustlin? Better chill out
'cause they not for jokin
Making sure they close shop
All day, they gon' be smoking
So I advise you just to stay inside
If they catch you down back, for sure you takin' that ride
Downtown, rilla
Where niggaz doin' time, be waitin'
Better be bout your issues
For your ass they gon' be chasin'
And every man for they self in that pen
So if ya all in nigga, ya all in
For help, ain't there nigga, ain't no callin'
So if ya got a chance run when ya hear that siren
Tuesday and Thursdays, they gon' be ridin'
Stay ducked off 'cause it's safer when ya hidin'
And they don't give a fuck what shape and sizin'
lock you down prison rate steady risin'
Chorus:
On Tuesdays and Thursdays you better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
On Tuesdays and Thursdays you better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
Lil Wayne:
Shit, nigga betta hop, skip, and jump on the block
On Tuesdays and Thursdays better run from the block
Stay there if you want and get ???
Ya on them white boys and get hung from a ???
Look, look, look, look, look
Nigga betta run
If u got some ???
Lookin' for some freedom find that you will get none
And damn I ain't even much see my P.O. last month
I'ma play the hotel
I missed my court date I ain't tryin' to end up in jail
I'ma put up some mail in case I have to make bail
I'ma still rhyme swell
Shiiit, might as well
And stay from the block 'cause it be hotter then hell
I'ma tell ya now, they don't give a damn about ya
End up in that place and toy around and be forgotten
They rotten like a whole apple off a forbidden tree
On Tuesdays and Thursdays you won't find me
Chorus
Juvenile:
ATF be showin' they ass around my block
Feds get all the respect 'cause they'll close up shop
Who do you think be pushin' them birds up in the hood?
Who do you think be dumpin' them bodies up in the wood?
It's something like baseball, three strikes and you're out
Violate your probation, 2 and a half on 5
My pride, don't want me to be up in this place
My pride, don't wnat the Lord to notice my face
A young nigga with golds behind tens on dubs
In the paper license plates they gon' think I'm a thug
They gon' tear this motherfucker up lookin' for drugs
And make them dogs break me off trying to get me to talk
You wouldn't believe the shit with the police I done been through
I done seen some shit they did to people I'm kin to
My friends too
That's why I be chillin' ya heard me?
Up in my fuckin' residence on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Chorus
B.G.:
Certain days lil B.Geezy hit the block and hang
2 days out the week I lay low 'cause them people gon' swang (swing)
I ain't bout gettin hack
Juvey, that ain't my thang (thing)
Police ridin' my back
Scoping out my rang (ring)
I play it smart I ain't stupid I know when to leave the block
I know how to peep the scene
I know when it's hot
Oh them jump Hot Boy$ they'll take your loot
Tuesdays and Thursdays them big white boys have a nigga spooked
They be 3 deep, creepin'
Comin' 'round the corner, peepin
They sweepin'
But they ain't gonna catch me slippin', I'm rollin' out
I'm gon' chill by a bitch and cool out on the couch
Smoke blunt after blunt till I pass out
When it get dark and cool off then I'ma smash out
I respect the task force they don't give a fuck
For anything they'll have ya in central lock up
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
(Talking)
Manny Fresh: Whoa, now there u have it. Tuesdays and Thursdays
(off the heezy). The whole task force for yo' ass
(nigga just givin' ya some game, ya dig?) For sho'
Baby: Them white folks don't wanna see a nigga ballin',
wanna see us crawl bruh.
Manny: For sho', lookee here.
On Mondays, you can run all day
On Tuesdays, sit ya ass down (duck out playboy)
On Wednesdays, you can slang all day
On Thursdays, sit ya ass back down (off top!)
On Fridays, you can fuck all day
On Saturdays and Sundays, you cool boy, believe that
Baby: You can take this for what it's worth playboy. And don't use ya brain
and take heed to what CMB be saying. Fuck around and be in that cage like a
ole' dog. Treatin' a nigga like a puppet. Takin' orders like a bitch. But a
[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley ain't gon' winde at all if it don't winde right
When I hit the second line I gatta fuck it up
T.V.s - loud sound and dubs is a must
Y'kno Lil' Geezy gatta stunt - it's in my nature
If you ball - then do what 'chu do, I ain't gon' hate ya
But disrespect a hot boy - I'll spray ya
We pay police so on top they gon' close case ya
Look my whole fam' - roll top of the line - off top
Fresh got the 'Vette, Baby got the 470 Lex
Juve got the new (2000) Yukon - Wayne got a coupe
I got a Benz truck look like a lil' polo boo
We got every car they made from a Ford ta Benz
Fucked everything in the city from relatives ta friends
We some Uptown hard hittin' - shined out ballers
Head bustin' - bitch smackin' - real shot callers
[Hook x2: B.G.]
Do what 'chu do nigga - it's all on u nigga
Me and my clique drinkin' Moet and Absolut nigga
Smoke what 'cha smoke nigga - stunt how ya stunt nigga
Me and my clique keep AK's off in the trunk nigga
[Baby]
(okay Birdman baby - Brrrrrrrrr! - ya undersmell me)
Got this, Escalade for my bitch named Trish
She from, round my way - my project chick
Lexus coupe for this bitch I know
Lemme do what I do cuz I'ma do what I do
A Bentley for my Hollywood hoe
Cuz she said she felt played in my ol' school '6-4
Range Rover for my mid-range bitch
She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst'
'Marro, for this nigga named Darrell
I done fucked your hoe nigga now you can marry her
'Vette, and she know whats next on my Nextel phone
While my dick gettin' blessed
G-Wagon for this nigga named Larry Robbins
Fucked your hoe too now you can have her
An SL5' - the new kit drive
My hoe Tateeze in the passenger side
So nice so fire - my car so sweet so cute so lovely
It's got ta be me, I'm one-of-a-kind
Of them Uptown streets, I'ma stunt - I'ma ball
So Let's me be, nigga!
[Hook x2: B.G.]
[Turk]
(I love that - I love that look - look)
Bitche's say I stunt too much, hoe let me do what I do
Let me get my shine on - let me floss with my crew
Let me play it how it go - drink Vodka and Mo'
Keep a solid with my rounds - mothafuck a dawg hoe
Hot Boy, burnin' up on fire - they can't stop me
Rolex with the Bezel have dawg hoes jockin'
20's, stay spinnin' in the 'marro that's all black
Hater's that be plottin' - keep the chopper in the bag
Gatta dub on my wrist, dime on my neck
18 - with 7 figures won't 'chu top that
Nigga never that - try all you want - it ain't gon' happen
It takes 7 plus 7 mo', and it ain't gon' happen
So wodie' lay low - be cool
Let me shine, told you that it was goin' down in ('99)
Nigga that didn't believe - bet they believe me now
Lil' Turk the hot boy - got it goin' on ha!
(mannie fresh)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
(juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda nigga that be full of that 'dro
What kinda nigga freak shop like a eskimo
(b.g.):
Juve, what kinda nigga wanna be like me
A nigga that wanna go get that new lexus jeep, lil' wayne
(lil' wayne):
Uh oh, what kinda nigga got 10 around his neck, what
20 on his wrist, what, money by the tech, huh
(turk):
My nigga, what kinda nigga that'll kick in the do'
Bust your head, duck tape your hoe, and make her lay on the flo'
(juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda nigga play the cards how they dealt
What kinda nigga got something that he could show for hisself
(b.g.):
Juve, what kinda nigga wanna be like me
The ones that tape don't sell but want a check like me
(lil' wayne):
Say dog, what kinda nigga be on top of the world
Million dollar status got me on top of ya girl
(turk):
Lil daddy, what kinda nigga be bout nuthin but war
Pop out the car with ak and smoke a nigga like gar
Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
(juvenile):
What kinda nigga know what doing bad is
What kinda nigga know what a stolen jag is
(b.g.):
Check it, what kinda nigga that be packing that iron
A nigga like the hotboys that just don't mind dyin
(lil' wayne):
Man look, what kinda nigga just dressed in all black
Fitted hats, long plats, 4 slugs out the tex
(turk):
What kinda nigga ride 20 inch chrome turning off his phone
Cause hoes don't wanna leave him alone
(juvenile):
What kinda nigga know police is coming
What kinda nigga quarter keys be runnin
(b.g.):
Check it, what kinda nigga got two lex (rolex) on his wrist
What kinda nigga that'll freak out and beat his bitch
(lil' wayne):
Juve, what kinda nigga just don't give a you know
Hit the set and shot 4 one more see 'em go
(turk):
What kinda a nigga wear reebok tennis shoes
Takin off his shirts just to show his tattoes
Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
(juvenile):
What kinda nigga know who killed his partner
What kinda nigga be playin it real with choppers
(b.g.):
Juve, what kinda nigga that be ready to buck
With ak assault rifles not givin a fuck
(lil' wayne):
What kinda nigga ride all day on twenty's
Spend cash to the last penny sippin crystille and henny
(turk):
What kinda nigga got golds in his mouth (mouth)
What kinda nigga got hoes that like to pout (pout)
(juvenile):
Turkie, what kinda nigga make a hoe slow down
What kinda nigga that be ready cause it's gone go down
(b.g.):
Juve, what kinda nigga got change in the bank
10 round his neck 5 on his panky rang
(lil' wayne):
Look, what kinda nigga take a broad in the benz to eat
Later on if he don't hit she going home on feet
(turk):
Lil wayne, what kinda nigga got 3 or 4 hoes
What kinda nigga got his hoes in control
Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
(juvenile):
What kinda nigga got beaucoup slugs in his mouth
What kinda nigga got beaucoup drugs in his house
(b.g.):
Juve, what kinda nigga smoke jo's and weed
Everyday of the week, wear t's (t-shirts) bauds (girbauds) and ree's
(reeboks)
(lil' wayne):
Wodie, what kinda nigga just bust you in yo nose
Be ridin with his boys, what boys, hot boy$
(turk):
My nigga, what kinda nigga that'll ride first round
Hit the spot with 50 shots leave brains on the ground
(juvenile):
What kinda nigga be fucking with cmr (cash money records)
What kinda nigga got a fight until tommorrow
(b.g.):
What kinda nigga that be flossed for nuttin
Them cash money boys cause we working with something
(lil' wayne):
Look, what kinda nigga get nasty at night, what the blup,
Why you want fight me, I didn't know that was your wife
(turk):
What kinda nigga know a bitch ain't shit
Take and make his third string hoe suck his dick
Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the
Juvenile & turk (we on fire)
Lil' wayne & b.g. (we on fire)
Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols – pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue thang
With two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest fast
I'm a mother fucking mess man
Street niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy – ok? Ya know
[Chorus: TQ]
We only like gangsta shit
Cause I drive a gangsta car
And street niggaz run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz might not quite
You gone have to call the law
[Turk]
Niggaz keep they stash in they ash
Round where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top better believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about – I'm one nigga that live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it
I'm only 19 and I'm down for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street nigga
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the year
And where I'm from you can't come
If you ain't from round here
I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching, flaming
You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw
Send ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's life though
Whodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five times in the backyard"
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Young Riders
[Baby]
Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out
Watch how they lay it down
[Juvenile]
Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin' loose
Nigga talkin' crazy but lil' daddy ain't +BulletProof+
Put him in the water with the sharks, let me see if he can swim
Ya playin' wit'cha life wodie, you hangin' on a limb
Boy y'kno you scared and I know you is
You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this
I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile
Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out
You want do? ya bitch you
Got me all rav'd up and shit and I'm ready ta split you
+Tha G-Code+ I live by it and die by it
If you play with me - ya playing with ya life right
This ain't no walk in the park - it's a walk in the pen
Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends
Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes
'cause all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes
[Baby]
Nigga what? I don't give a fuck
Lil' BGeezy show these niggaz you don't give a fuck
[B.G.]
My presidents make a nigga break it off
Be'cause they know if they don't off this earth
I'ma take them off, nigga I play it raw
You think about droppin' your nuts, better pick them up
'cause you and everybody wish that I'ma hit 'em up
So nigga give me mine, don't make me have ta take it
'cause I put your family in a fucked up situation
Your mama like where my son at?
Everybody know I done that
But the law, don't know where the gun at
So they can't touch me, can't question me
Can't fuck wit me - so it's an unsolved mystery
BGeezy a dawg yea
Don't give a fuck about the law
Ready ta send you ta the morgue yea
Have you feelin' like a number 2 pencil
When I put that lead in you
They fly ta H-Town in Continental
Live with a bad bitch, have my hoe strapped too
I got a Mac-11, she got a tec-22
[Turk]
Block of blocks, I rob niggaz
Better drop it like its hot 'fore you die nigga
You can think it's a game if you want, they fly nigga
Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga
You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture
I keep it on the low, so no one a know that I did ya
Playin' like that, these days niggaz a stain ya
Play the game rap, kidnap ya L.G. and (rape) her
I'm dirty so they call me low down - where I'm from
Shot first, I can't miss with a chopper with a drum
I'm shootin' ta kill - no wheel chairs or shit bags
I shoot you in places where I know you gon' die fast
Ya head and ya chest wodie
Catch ya dippin' by ya whole house when ya loaded
Give it too ya in blood, that's one way of solvin' problems my nigga
Come around my spot - don't know ya that's a problem my nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
All I know is bend swangin' - make the enemy block scorch
Nigga I been hangin' - oh I ain't just jump off out the porch
I'ma iron toter, my niggaz got me drinkin' Henne' - got my mind towed up
So all I do is +Spin tha Bend+ I keep my rag top
I had it on ever since the day my dad died
And now it's on and I'm ready for guerilla war
This C.M.B. - y'kno who my only niggaz are, the 17th
I put it down for my lil' thug niggaz - too young ta get in the club niggaz
But waitin' front so when you come out they bust nigga
Trust nigga, this shorty wild
And I been thuggin' with BGeezy - he taught me how
Now play with me and watch it catch it fire
I hit'cha block with the long clip - ride it - fryer
Now watch how I make my bullets spread like gengivitis
Lil' Wayne - Cash Money Record's young rider, young rider
[Baby]
There you have it nigga, off top, four lil' youngstas
Knockin' niggaz dick in they dirt, ya understand?
So if you can't get with this here put ya dick in the sand
Nigga we got this shit, lockin' this shit, doin' this shit
Cash Money Millionaires and Fresh droppin' this shit
Nigga if you'ont like it you can suck my dick
what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha!- what Ha!
We doin' this bitch, get it or get with it
[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols €" pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue thang
With two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest fast
I'm a mother fucking mess man
Street niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy €" ok? Ya know
[Chorus: TQ]
We only like gangsta shit
Cause I drive a gangsta car
And street niggaz run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz might not quite
You gone have to call the law
[Turk]
Niggaz keep they stash in they ash
Round where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top better believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about €" I'm one nigga that live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it
I'm only 19 and I'm down for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street nigga
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the year
And where I'm from you can't come
If you ain't from round here
I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching, flaming
You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want €" wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw
Send ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's life though
Whodie just like I thought €" bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five times in the backyard"
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
(y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga, y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga)
Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here
We have mo' muders than the days and a year down here
You got coke - we'd a make ya disappear down here
You outta line - we'd a leave ya block clear down here
If you ain't from here, you better not come live down here
We drank Champagne - we don't fuck with beer down here
We straight snakes - we come at'cha from the rear down here
We straight guerillas - you +Get It How U Live!+ down here
I'ma chopper toter - I ain't never showed no fear
I duct tape ya - rope ya and cut ya from ear ta ear
BGeezy is one of the hottest niggaz in the pad
Get outta line with me and I'll leave ya shit flat
Clickin' and clackin' blacka and bangin' ridin' at night
Jackin' and slangin' hustlin' and peerin' man thats my life
Baby - Slim - Fresh - Juve - Weezy - Turk
That's my clique - disrespect 'em
A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga
y'kno about the Hot Boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quik
[Lil' Wayne]
(look look look)
I come with, k's and glocks, ready ta spray the block
Raise the spot, blica-blazin' hot
Ha! See I'm the, youngest C.M.B. nigga
Hollygrove hard hitter
Get rid of niggaz if you come with the correct scrilla
I'm on "De' netha dela" - it turn me ta killer
Say it's a shame cuz Wayne - an untamed guerilla
Ya got the dope and ya-ya - you drop it like it burn
I get that rope and tape and, I gatta have yurn
I know I'm raw - I know I'm out thea' bad
But I get it how I live, cuz that drought ain't playing
And I'm 'bout that cash, so I can bounce back fast
So I gatta dress in black with dirty 'Boks and mask
Pass me the smell of braish let me blow out my brain
I'm on the block, hotter than a trench ready ta do it a-gain
Lil' Weezy - Hot Boy - have you feelin' the flames
Cuz these blood stains, in ya, Hilfiger my man
[Juvenile]
I ain't with that bullshittin' lil' one so take heave
I ain't gonna stop until all of you bitches leave
You mothafuckin' right I got a complex
You mothafuckin' right I'm takin' hits, with a contract
Been in nigga everywhere but under the foots
I'm try'na take lil' daddy head outta the roots
I'll catch him in the broad daylight - I'ont give a fuck
Find me a illegal dice game - we gon' fuck it up
Becuz niggaz, try they best, ta catch me
But I ain't, gonna let 'em, stretch me
I'm not, abouta run, cuz I'm a soulja
I keeps, me a gun, when In that Nolia
My tongue, never loose, cuz I'm a fool
Ask a nigga who bout it, them AK's rule
You better not be running through niggaz that I despise
Catch you off ya bases leave the murder rate high
[Turk]
(look look look)
Uptown is where I'm from - Magnolia soulja til I die
Keep a chopper with a drum - realest they come - ready ta ride
I never been a hoe nigga - I been bout drama
Never hung with the young niggaz - I run with the ol' tymers
Nigga want start something - kham'talkn about you bring it
If you up weight it don't stunt - we leave you bang-ed
You didn't - say you didn't, be a man don't be no hoe
If you live by the gun - then by the gun is how you go
Niggaz don't fight no mo' - all they do is slang that iron
Niggaz they killin' slow - that's how it go in ('99)
Ain't no rules too this shit - spread when you wan' spread it
Shoot then talk later - play it how you wan' play it
You got a problem with me nigga - we can do it how you wanna
Spin a bend in broad daylight and I bet'cha you be a goner
Shit nigga I'm goin' all out behind mine
Burn your block down, at any given time nigga, what?
[B.G.]
Watch out
Let them hot boys through nigga
Get out tha way
What nigga
[B.G.]
Straighting up bitch nigga fore my cake cut loose
You gives a fuck bout me I gives a motherfuck bout you
If it's trouble you like it's trouble I bring
I'm a bosser I ride at night and I'm gonna let mines hang
I sho discriminate at all (at all) beef I eliminate I play the game raw (game raw)
Sleep I advise you not to do when it's walk time
I have niggas catching they cut when I be slinging nine (uh uh)
Lil Wayne, Juvie and Turk that's who I roll wit (who)
If I gotta lick that's who I go kick in the door wit (who)
Baby is who I drink that absolutely no wit (who)
That's my nigga that's who I always toss a hoe wit (oh)
You know B.G. about that shit em up and bang bang (bang, bang)
You know them niggas that I roll wit bout the same thangs (same thangs)
We've been thugging since way befo I got alittle fame (alittle fame)
We ahead of you niggas cause we got alittle chain (alittle chain)
Get out tha way nigga
Chorus: [B.G. & Lil' Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
[Lil' Wayne]
Yo, yo
Seperate me from the fake
I'm from Highly Grove (Grove)
Pop the trunk to get my cake, low, cock, and load
I'ma guerrilla nigga walking wit a pump in my hand
M-11 around my back wit two glocks in my pants
Load a bag of that bups so I could hit a nigga up
Jump out tha back of the hummer wit something that goes "brrrrap"
Better vacate the premises
Cause we wipe out you peoples leave no witnesses
They call me the number one thug
See I be all about that hum bug
You play around and catch a dumb slug
Cause I be all out, pants fold down to my ankles
Think I ain't about function you get stump like Kirk Franklin
You get got, flip flopped tossed and tumbled
I'm running wit your life in my hands OOPS I fumbled
I'm a nigga from the troubles started up in Ruse
Better get out the way let my clique come through
You heard me
Chorus: [B.G. & Lil' Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
[Young Turk]
A hot boy that's who I be's wodie
And I stay geared up wit tee bo's and ree's wodie
Forever thugging is in me so I'ma do what I do
Keep it real fuck wit me or my dogs and you get yo shit peeled
On the real we pack steel that'll kill
Loose lips ain't shit so keep yo shit sealed
When we come through, scit scat or get hit
Don't matter what size you is got bullets that gonna fit
Call me the young thugger, thugged out everyday
Bout slinging nine at anytime I don't play
I run wit guerillas out that wild Magnolia
T.C. six and wheelers knock your neck off your shoulder (come around the wrong)
I'm from uptown where niggas get lowed down
Dump bodies and miss you and in the back it can't be found (come around the wrong)
It ain't no game nigga it's that guerrilla war shit
Shot's at close range starts when it gets dark shit
Get out tha way
Chorus: [B.G. & Lil' Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
[Juvenile]
Now motherfuck that, you got my money I don't trust that
Look black give me what's mine fo you get bust at
Now up that cause my trigga finger's be starving
Depause them, niggas that be jumping over margins
Now call them laws for me like he had a big crime too
This ain't no warning you gonna have to
It's a reason niggas be doing what they do
I feel like you feel when somebody playing wit you
All time, I don't stop, ya'll don't stop
Like Jordan Block we hit em up wit dumb glocks
We run shop CMAR stamp of approval
My nut's drop on your partna just like ?
It's so many niggas out here trying to shine
Fucking wit a champ, running off at the same time
Haters gonna come and go cause I'm a strong little nigga
See and see tell me what's going on little nigga
Chorus:[B.G. & Lil' Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them out hot boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them out hot boys on they way
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them hot boys on they way
[Lil' Wayne]
So you say you ready to hustle,
scuffle over a dollar, rumble over a bundle,
ready to bust over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5,
ready to ride on 9, better be bout your change
lettin hang at all times, ready to fight high,
duckin them blue eyes, ready to see ya moma cry
every time you walk inside, ready to bring the funk,
hide keys in the trunk, ready to live that life
one more night, knowin' you don't, ready to get ya pockets thick,
hustle hard sweat bricks, shoot you stick at a vick,
get her to buy a nick for 6, ready to serve Tammy,
50 dollars worth of wammy, ready to lose ya heart fall apart
from ya family, damn near gettin killed, a mil is only on ya mind,
ready to slang that iron, put in work over time, ready to get crossed,
put a hit out on a nigga boss, ready to shine and floss,
is you bout that white sauce, 10 a keys the cost, bout to toss a nigga 3,
meet me at the dope spot 8 in the mornin next week,
now I was lookin for 30, you only had 26, I feel you tryin to play me,
(Blow!) get it how you live
(Chorus)
Get how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.
[Turk]
Gotta watch yo back now, form all these licks that you did,
that dope gotcha' gone now you can't even take care ya own kids,
everything you had, all that shit gone down the drain,
used to be a bigtimer, look at you ain't that a shame?
Get it how you live, how you live betta get it,
tried to rock now shit it, them niggas ain't takin no pity,
it's yo world nigga, so you play how go, it's all up to you,
you get smoked, you just get smoked, now from riches to rags,
doin' good to doin' bad, used to be happy, now you walkin round lookin sad,
that monkey on ya back, yo mind you let em' take it,
don't matter how much you try, nigga you can not shake it,
get how you live
(Chorus)
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, how you fig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I split yo wig nigga.
[Juvenile]
Dog, you out there bad, that's why niggas wanna bust yo head,
and them hoes done thrown in that stupid shit that you said,
now you runnin to yo family, and yo boys for help,
look, you went and get some beef can't avoid yourself,
all yo car done got shot up, yo house done got shot up,
and I heard some niggas turnin against and bout to plot up,
don't get scared now, you was a killa yesterday,
you was talkin some shit,
now they wanna blow you away, lil whoadie, you on your own,
so leave me outta this shit,
I don't fuck wit you anyway so keep me outta this shit,
I wasn't wit ya when you stunted, wasn't wit ya when you blunted,
and I ain't gone be wit ya when them niggas come through here gunnin',
you ain't neva heard of hard head, nigga, soft ass,
you got strung on that dope ha?
Tryin to go to war fast, no matter how hard you try,
look you just can't get it right,
tell me what is the purpose of you havin a life,
now you sayin a nigga was down bad, for snatchin' yo kid,
look nigga you made that baby, betta get it how you live
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, how you fig jigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.
[B.G.]
Nigga it's rough, comin' up, in the U.P.T.,
N.O.P.D investigatin' murders constantly,
you got coke don't let no one know where you lay yo head at,
'cause they comin' to getcha',
and that's where you be dead at,
gotta keep yo head up, make sure yo thing loaded up,
keep yo game tight if you don't yo brains blowed up,
if you hustle keep a pistol wit 17 on yo hip,
if a nigga run up on you trippin' let it rip,
don't let a nigga get flip wit' ya, or close to ya,
cause he'll steal what you love most nigga
now take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel,
but that's how it is, ya gotta get how you live,
and if you live the wrong, make yo cheese doin' wrong
then you might get shot up and bleed to death in yo home,
I'm kickin the real, and if you real, you could feel
that you could steal or get stole when you gettin' it how you live nigga.
(Chorus)
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't go take my life, how you fig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take what's mine, I'll split you wig nigga
Lil' Wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
Dressed in black...Long hair...Long gaks...Lights off no stun'n
Pack to the back, no mask, I'm thuggin'
(What!)What u wan' do, if yo ribs don't bust it
Then 20 mo' nigga's follow in hummer's, so ain't nothin'
(Look!)17 ward is where I grew up at
So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
I blew up that CMB so respect my peeps
Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...I clear da set
Chorus:
You know they say Lil' Wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
dem...dem...really shouldn't try Lil' Wayne 'cause he will play with K's
And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
They...They all got burnt, couldn't can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test Lil' Wayne
'cause I...I clear the set messin' wit' me
(verse 2)
I find a nigga where he stay
Cock my iron release and spray
We gone ride or we gone play
Its on my mind nigga anyday
Make you die where you lay
Try me and see what shakes
Why nigga I ain't fake
Bahdi bye bye now apply away
With them blood claw...lawd(lord)
The M-O-B will break them nuts off...lawd
The must really think this is checkers boy...But why
But to be this hot when u play wit' a peppa boy...Now cry
Look...Look...I don't mean no harm
But u might think I'm wrong
But if u play with me and my click, you'll blow up like a bomb
I...I upset yo home
Throw slugz at yo dome
Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldn't come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana wit' bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater
(Chorus)
Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy
Keep a dub sack, hey boy
Come to irritate yo day, boy
Watch yo chest seperate, boy
When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
And done kill them blood Clots....What the deal
Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
See hittin' corners ain't no real biggie
I'm use to be set in that (?) wit my still flippin'
I'm pistol grippin'...ridin wit my grill glisten
Niggas done caught up in beef ..till they still missin'
Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin'
A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin' bout he gone kill yo Ms.'s
Now peep it out
We gone clear da set but watch'em (sweep!!!) sweep it out
I'm cheap and cheaper and cops bustin' in yo people house
If the nigga wan' play I turn batter to flour
So nigga clear da set and bout 5 after the hour
(Chorus) 1x
I make'em watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!!) go up in flames
They..They all got burnt they can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test Lil' Wayane
'cause I...I clear the set messin' wit' me
With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x)
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot, they be killin' my block
They be havin' them whole people scared up
They be havin' them lil' children scared duckin'
But they don't give a fuck
They wanna see whats up
Niggas done play wit' his people Now they gone bust'em up
Some of them snortin' dope, some of them bag that kill
Some of them jus bout that foolishness some of them play it evil
I remember the club, they got banged up
Nigga was in the middle of it wit' his brains bust
And his partner saw, all of them niggas face
And now they wanna turn the tomorrow into a murder case
Nigga get out of jail, he still be up in beef
Gotta get some money, gotta get him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck
(Chorus)
(B.G.)
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I sat dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Cash Money niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas, yeah dem boys at war
(Lil' Wayne)
Huh!! Nigga...what!!...what!!
Walk it like you talk it nigga
Wayne's sparkin' nigga bulldogs be barkin' nigga
This is the army nigga whoa woedy keep it cool
Fo I get full of the C and D and take out me and you
See personnally...I can't see..when dem niggas out to murderin' me
So I spin blocks in bently's
Keep'em from murderin' me
Me and the butcher knife killa
Two wild loose guerillas....untamed guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up 'cause its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war, you want eve much have a chest no mo'
Y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) Wheezy neva die!
(chorus)
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from the 17th, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas out the 3rd ward, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem 13th niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boys niggas will take yo boys to work
(B.G.)
Now it was drama going on in my neck of the woods
Beef kickin' through out the hood niggas up to no good
Look here..They stappin' up, click clackin' up...loading dem thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
'cause the nigga on the passenger side automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a U-P-T
You out of bound, you ain't from uptown, cross Martin Luther King
Its pistol play on up and up
Niggas being big mouthed so they gettin tossed up
You better be about yo business 'cause its going down
Niggas gettin' out, two weeks later they body found
I can't be fuckin' with them niggas drawin' beef to me
Have me in shoot outs that don't concern the B.G.
I play it like the next nigga fuck he play it raw
But I gotta watch my fuckin' ass 'cause dem boys at war
Dem boys at war
(Chorus)
Man..dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
yeah dem boys at war...oh dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas will take yo boys to war
(Turk)
Camoflaugin' undisguise on the hit
Hummer's we drivin' and in it yo boy told us we ain't playin' wit
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be shell shocked Knockin' heads of a shoulders
Spittin(?) mac 10, grenedes blowin shit up
Troopers be on roofs wit' scopes shootin shit up
Head shots what they givin' no surrenderin' you never die
Spin in da bed, in the rover wit' the six tires
Cuttin' throats leave'em hangin' like ropes
Dead bodies is what you find, niggas be dying slow
Killa's gone ride wit' lows
My nigga L be teamed up
S-K's fifty shots and choppers
Nigga its nothing descent in this battle donkey
Untamed guerillas and bout leaving you funky
(chorus)
(B.G.)
Dem boys at war...dem boys at war
Dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem cash money niggas, oh dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas, oh dem boys at war
yeah dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem 3rd ward niggas, man dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem real ass niggas, well dem boys at war
Wear yo chopper take a nigga to war
Wear yo nine and take a nigga to war
Prepare yo fire take a nigga to war
You ain't gone believe what u saw
Nigga been playin' the game raw
When you at war playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
Playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
1--They playin' the game raw
2--Dem boys at war (Repeat 1 & 2 nine times)
Look..they playin the game raw
Dem boys at war
Dem boys at war
Dem Hot Boy niggas will take yo boys to war
Dem Cash Money niggas will take yo boys to war
My nigga Juvenile will take yo boys to war
My nigga Lil' weezy will take yo boys to war
My nigga Big Baby will take yo boys to war
My nigga Manny Fresh will take yo boys to war
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Do Whatcha Do
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21
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[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley ain't gon' winde at all if it don't winde right
When I hit the second line I gatta fuck it up
T.V.s - loud sound and dubs is a must
Y'kno Lil' Geezy gatta stunt - it's in my nature
If you ball - then do what 'chu do, I ain't gon' hate ya
But disrespect a hot boy - I'll spray ya
We pay police so on top they gon' close case ya
Look my whole fam' - roll top of the line - off top
Fresh got the 'Vette, Baby got the 470 Lex
Juve got the new (2000) Yukon - Wayne got a coupe
I got a Benz truck look like a lil' polo boo
We got every car they made from a Ford ta Benz
Fucked everything in the city from relatives ta friends
We some Uptown hard hittin' - shined out ballers
Head bustin' - bitch smackin' - real shot callers
(Hook 2x - [B.G.])
Do what 'chu do nigga - it's all on u nigga
Me and my clique drinkin' Moet and Absolut nigga
Smoke what 'cha smoke nigga - stunt how ya stunt nigga
Me and my clique keep AK's off in the trunk nigga
[Baby]
(okay Birdman baby - Brrrrrrrrr! - ya undersmell me)
Got this, Escalade for my bitch named Trish
She from, round my way - my project chick
Lexus coupe for this bitch I know
Lemme do what I do cuz I'ma do what I do
A Bentley for my Hollywood hoe
Cuz she said she felt played in my ol' school '6-4
Range Rover for my mid-range bitch
She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst'
'Marro, for this nigga named Darrell
I done fucked your hoe nigga now you can marry her
'Vette, and she know whats next on my Nextel phone
While my dick gettin' blessed
G-Wagon for this nigga named Larry Robbins
Fucked your hoe too now you can have her
An SL5' - the new kit drive
My hoe Tateeze in the passenger side
So nice so fire - my car so sweet so cute so lovely
It's got ta be me, I'm one-of-a-kind
Of them Uptown streets, I'ma stunt - I'ma ball
So Let's me be, nigga!
(Hook 2x - [B.G.])
[Turk]
(I love that - I love that look - look)
Bitche's say I stunt too much, hoe let me do what I do
Let me get my shine on - let me floss with my crew
Let me play it how it go - drink Vodka and Mo'
Keep a solid with my rounds - mothafuck a dawg hoe
Hot Boy, burnin' up on fire - they can't stop me
Rolex with the Bezel have dawg hoes jockin'
20's, stay spinnin' in the 'marro that's all black
Hater's that be plottin' - keep the chopper in the bag
Gatta dub on my wrist, dime on my neck
18 - with 7 figures won't 'chu top that
Nigga never that - try all you want - it ain't gon' happen
It takes 7 plus 7 mo', and it ain't gon' happen
So wodie' lay low - be cool
Let me shine, told you that it was goin' down in ('99)
Nigga that didn't believe - bet they believe me now
Lil' Turk the hot boy - got it goin' on ha!
(Hook 2x - [B.G.])
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
It's a dirty world but it still spins
Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it
You can't live too large or live too small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin' to knock us
Playa haters everwhere, can't trust ya own peeps
And the feds got us with this new thing called conspiracy
Them dirty scamps throwin' crosses, real niggas dyin'
They put a limit to our flossin', don't wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, it ain't nothin', look the other way
This for my mother, lost my father just the other day
I'm seein' niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
Now watch ya mouth when people ???? seein' they brains boil
Look I don't curse but in this verse nigga f*ck the world
Chorus 2x
[Turk]
Niggas be wantin' to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think it's cool but it's not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you didn't know
Don't tell ya business to hoes 'cause they'll cross you up
Tell they oldman you got her, he'll try to chop you up
Watch ya back at all times, it's a dirty world
Niggas get left and found over boy and girl
F*ck playin' the game raw, I play it smart nigga
Think I'm gonna get caught up nigga? I won't nigga
I keep my eyes wide, and don't trust no nigga or b*tch
These days, nigga, ya can't trust ya own click
Ain't that some sh*t? This world nothin' nice
Niggas hatin' if you got it, it's all gravy when ya trife
Chorus 2x
[Juvenile]
Them b*tches got a nigga trapped, they ain't givin' a sh*t
But they'll give it to them Japs, they buy property and don't even pay no tax
Ride nothin' but Lexus' and 'Lacs
The same treatment we ask, a destination of blacks
Give us a ballot of names, and expect us to vote
The way I see it, we losin' out anyway this sh*t go
Show me a politician and I'll show you a crook
Show me a police officer that go by the book
They'll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he don't play
Nigga get outta line, ship 'em to Camp J
Food stamps and welfare done been cut now
They done f*cked the Medi-care up, so niggas stuck now
Bet ya before the week out another nigga get killed
Bet ya Pendleton don't give a f*ck how a nigga feel
We fallin' like bricks, and they flyin' like birdies
This world needs to take a bath 'cause it's too dirty
Chorus 2 ½ x
[the B.G.]
Ya know this world so dirty, believe it ain't clean at all
I gotta be a 'lil man and stand tall
Y'all niggas jackin' for they habit, they can't keep it up
F*ck with the wrong nigga's sh*t, you get ya head bust
I only trust niggas that I know down with me
I see straight through cut-throat niggas easily
They tryin' to snatch me, 'cause they know I'm what ya used to be
'cause I'm a major fu-uh-factor to C-M-B
But I keep a chopper that's damn near as big as me
'cause I refuse to let any nigga still me
That'll be stripes for a nigga on the f*ckin' streets
Reppin' off me, sayin' they chopped the B.G.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich wrapped in diamonds and pearls
Ya gotta be strapped, bein' rich in this dirty world
[Verse 1]
Fatiuged up full of that dope ready for war
Me and Mark wit K's tearing yo station up
Baggin' that kill shooting at anythang that's chillin'
Wit a hundred rounds..so u know there's gonna be a killin'
Better stake yo-self in a place we can't see
Ramble at night in the evenin' we creep
Bout whateva nigga killin niggas like a season
Duct tape body snatchin niggas for any reasons
You best believe we'z real
We too hot and hard to kill
Now (?) low as they could we get it how we live
Turn the (?) spittin' stainin' witnesses and all
Ain't no escapin' choppers gone set it off
Lil' Wayne bout that funky shit
Leave nigga fire if out of line get rid of quick
The.....Magnolia is where I be
Where a soulja I leave a nigga stain
messin' fo weed
(chorus)
1(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva u want we can do it
2(Wayne)--Triggas I ain't and yo station I'mma run through it
3(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night
4(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life
*(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva u want we can do it
*(Wayne)--Triggas I ain't and yo station I'mma run through it
*(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night
5(Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life
[Verse 2]
The young head busta
Eliminating niggas like nuttin'
Fifty shots I release hit yo block head bustin'
Turk and Wayne the youngest of the squad with the ride
Magnolia I represent til I die thats no lie
Infered beams chest head shots I'm givin'
Bullets flippin and still but nothing but gun smoke when u slippin'
And yo body hot like shit you drop nigga
Hit yo block in the jag wit the top dropped nigga
Soulja rags wit black bows I thugged out
Two times a hot boy wit' two slugs in my mouth
Before five we cocked back always ready for beef
Still got niggas on my side who gone ride wit me
I hope u bout what I'm bout 'cause if not ya all in
I be in shitty colors A-K sex and ten
No heisitation in my blood line
Killin' niggas still no thang and I put it on yo mind
(Chorus)
Repeat Turk's line 1
Repeat Wayne's line 2
Repeat Turk's line 3
(Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life
(Repeat over again)
[Verse 3]
I let'em sagg strap wit' automatics fully loaded
Gloc's wit' 17 for the haters is why I tote it...never loaded
I'm sobber nigga I stay on my shit
Nigga want beef wit me...I ..ee..jack on that bitch
Bout that druggin' 17 nigga I'm thuggin
Nigga disrespect me get licked out like a ruggin'
I.......discharge like a hoe
Nigga fall like ceaser to the morge is where they go
i ain't no hoe for you niggas that don't know
I pack the A-K and the fuckin' fo..fo I let'em flow
You get hit you crapped out
Head shots thats what I'm givin' brains be all out
You faint fall out when they hear about you
I release, release the whole clip not few
Nigga you through when u fuckin wit' me
Lil Turk the H-B from the U-P-T
(chorus)
Repeat Turk's line 1
Repeat Wayne's line 2
Repeat Turk's line 3
(Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life
(Repeat first three lines over)
1*******
2*******
3*******
*(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life
(Repeat the last 4 lines over again)
Nigga...(what)...(what)
Nigga
Turk and Wayne
Turk:
Stickin' together like glue
Blood is thick so I'm tight
Swimmin' for my people
Don't mind losin' my life
Ridin' or fryin'
Don't matter nigga I'm real
All the time
The red thicker than the clear
Get in the way
And you get maced in the face
50 niggas will chase
Put a end to yo' day
Hit yo' set in the black on black
With macs
With red dots on 'em
Will leave you flat
Yo' moms with the black on her
On the front level
6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
Blood thicker than water
I'ma keep it like that
Never turnin' my back
And i'ma keep it like that
Much love for my people
They got love for me
Outsiders get outta line
Get burnt up from the heat
I'ma play it how it go
Be down to the finish
Fuck havin' friends 'cause friends turn into your enemies
Chorus:
(juvenile)load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Load it up slide it in y'all die.
(lil wayne) load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Cmb226 we all ride.
Baby:
Money and bitches don't mix
Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed
That's why I stick with blood thicker than water shit
Me and my brothers split keys
Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 g's
Ridin' in convertable rolls royce with the hb's
Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me
Fuckin' right nigga I raised the b.g.
That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets
Blood thicker than water I know you feel me
Set trip motherfucker we gon' kill ya
Change on ya brain
Lets sneak and then peel ya
I walk light
Uptown
But I still got my ghetto stripes
I creep and peep
Keep my hand on my heat
I ain't gon' let no bitch nigga steal me
I got a world
My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl
I gotta be here to serve her world
Motherfuck snortin' furl
Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and i'ma stay rich
But it's yo' world
Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl
Juvenile:
It's just me and you all
I'm with whatever you wanna do all
Let you floss in my new car
Pop a nigga for you fall
We deal with niggas ass together
Build up all our cash together
Scored our first bag together
And stole our first jag together
No separation
No outsiders could come between us
2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona
Turnin' state
The hot boy$ carry they weight
Any false movin' the case then the fool losin' his face
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Look what we been
Though we did it sin
I'm prepared to do it again
I ain't lyin'
My bloodline is 1 of a kind
Fuck it we all shine
Look and we all blind
This shit is turned bad yeah
You done fucked with my people now i'ma bust ya ass yeah
Wodie, leave that alone, let that go
Best to respect my click or check that hoe
We shine ? ?
And wax the floor
Blood thicker than water don't you ask no mo'
Chorus
Lil wayne:
Blood thicker
Water slicker
And ain't no nigga
Slick up in my click
The 226 it consists of tru niggas
We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga
Now I dig
Up in ya blood for my blood
My click thick
And you can't separate bloods
Now when you ride
Ready to die who you with
Yo' real family or some niggas you fool with
Now on you' side, do you really have love
Boy we click tight stick tight that's blood
And guess what
We marchin' a million strong
Terrorizin' you' section black connection is my home
Love is the key
Outsiders can't keep
14 givin' my whole life to cmb
I'ma represent it
Solja rag, reebok tennis
Stick to click called 226 to the finish
Blood thicker than water that's why my niggas they harder
Comin' in that water
Off top they grab the choppers and chop
So nigga you better play solo
U get fucked the fuck over
So don't explain to me nigga
Talkin' bout shit that I should
Shut yo' mouth 'cause I don't wanna hear it
Off top that trigger get pulled
Puttin' yo' head on flat
Caught slippin' layin' on that back
Niggaz spotted you creepin'
Them chopper bullets start releasin'
Niggas wonderin' why you wet
They found ya dead in the projects
Have people cryin' and thankin'
But yo' body been stankin'
On the ground 16 holes
Shot up head to ya toes
Blood all over ya clothes
Don't fuck with me no more
Now they know
I ain't no hoe
? ? ? ?
They backin' up that cmr come up in that water
[Lil Wayne]
I got popped in 94' them people caught me with some coke
But I pleaded as a user so the judge let me go
Now I'm back on the streets with six months of probation
Can't go out the state so I can't take no vacation
Got to watch my conversation cause them people a fool
Got to be in before 11 and I can't miss school
But I was talkin to that nigga sammy
Tryin to see how I'm a get these 20 bricks from miami
On a chip phone so I'm thinking they aint tracin mine
Two days later I'm in that place facing 99
But slim and baby bought a laywer for a half a mil'
And he kept fightin and he got me out appeal
My niggas real
So I know I got to play it light
I gotta watch what I do cause I'm on my second strike
But if I ever fall agian I'm history
So I'm a keep everything low so they cant get to me
3 strikes nigga
[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
[Turk]
Look
If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride
The judge aint playin they givin you 99
They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate
Come up with a decision there it is closed case
Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time
Take it like a man dont cry you done the crime
Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that
I done seen a lot a niggas run through cuts with a gat
I done seen a lot a niggas get they wig pushed back
I done seen a lot a niggas get busted for crack
Not me 'causein as long as I'm with CMB 'causein
Got my mind straight I'm no longer on that D 'causein
So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right
You feds can't fuck with me cause I'm doing right
So you can take all the bitches you want
You can play numba down you cant stop me
[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
[B.G.]
I know any day it can happen go to jail or get killed
Thats why I try to walk light but on the streets its too real
I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill
But I still find my self on the block chasin the mil
Ask the lord to guide me right keep my mind of bad
Got this monkey ride my back tellin me to a bad
Got a judge front a nigga tryin to send me away
Cause I got my second gun charge possesion of a A-K
Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail
But I refuse to take that cause I'll never get well
But I promise if the lord hold me from under this
Aint got to worry about me coming back for shit
Never thought when I get older they would offer me 10
I was waiting for my uncle come home looking like I would meet him in the pin
I aint let em worry me real is what ive been
Now I'm on my third strike but I'm a hit the streets agian
[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
[Juvenile]
What in the fuck you mean I got an attachment
They got crooks out here bitch harrass them
I used to pull it all I used to sell dope
I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke
I used to shoot at niggas I used to steal cars
I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward
I used to disrespect old people and talk crazy
Untill a nigga got his mind right and met baby
Im pushin neener neener
Light on my pinkey finger
Motherfuck a sapena
Cause I'm a rap singer
Dont want no charges
Even though I got a stash in my garages
You bitches looking at me as if I am retarded
But you can never twist me up with all that war shit
Whodi you heard me
You bitch now you want to make sure that I'm gone
Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home
thats what you want
[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose