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[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent
I off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' and confusion
I'm bruisin' your family, dress 'em up in dark colors
come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, in the day
Come out the home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga
My nigga TD gettin' wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on willa
consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug the mud, once it's dead it's done
on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never a bitch
Make sure I gotta 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can't out the mix
gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I give a muthatfuck

Wayne]
I be a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the neighborhood block wettin'
in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole boy
Better boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, down the front door
Run front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, a black connect sho'
We went to school for this, we spend like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie get loaded
a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you win I let chopper bullets spin

Don't fuck with niggaz, 226 bout the real
niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' nut
Nigga think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
Spend bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm to down, play the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it
Five for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters, K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we them too
Pop the cop or go down, we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't a fuck about me
Any chance he get he take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross line they gon' die
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya
all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a like me
I'm gettin' closer and to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a
I'm on surveilance all day be the
In my heart I feel, the police
Cause in they they feel, fuck it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Who? Not I, nigga, the B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best attourney for me
And I speak and for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em
Far as they can, cause I'm a to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it there's no more bullets
I the one to be repped on
Who whole block get on
If they outside, when I'm ride, ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
It ain't no way you could last
I'm like the task force, I blast with full force
I'm if your grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I don't get no
always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, of that dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could handle no secret
Boy, put some change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that quit
I got clique foll of njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you dome
You hit, jeopardized
spendin' a bin in camoflauge
I'ma top knot shot caller, the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with this I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't think you last boy
I'm bout to some out the hall type shit
Steven Seagal type shit
Some knife shit
Don't think you feelin' that 226
me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
These are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you close to the devil, and lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three gon' tear up your turf