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[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with 14's
your home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then come to funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Gangsta, spark in the day
out the funeral 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 life
My TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I know my gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
It's like this, play you catch a slug
Drug the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can't out the mix
Just gimme tree lives, double so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta
Bet I trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck

Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, through a nigga street
Hot they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot don't forget it
every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma 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, shake the block
Take the tip of the jo, kick the front door
Run from to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect
We went to school for this, we bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say let's get loaded
Blow a pound my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let bullets spin

Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack steal
You hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't 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 in it tonight
choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe 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 give a about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross line they gon' die
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves
Innocent bystanders watch out, lil thugs act wild

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

Even if I don't get no
I'ma always be a CMB baller, blunts in the hallway
I'm yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand
Don't want what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you head you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 won't quit
I got foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you split
You home hit,
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the CMB Ballers
niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, this clique I'ma act a ass boy
It's boy, I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the hall type
Some Steven type shit
Some *cgghh* knife
Don't think you feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, 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 ways tear up your turf