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[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I bangity-bang
I gettin' off into 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 on my team with many 14's
Hittin' your home up, at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark
come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin'
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been
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
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's like this, play pussy you a slug
though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never a bitch
Make sure I silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just gimme lives, double them so I got six
that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't a muthatfuck

Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' a nigga street
Hot Boys they with me, like a preist, five deep
tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block
Step in, the section, the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you 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, the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front
Run from to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
We went to school for this, we spend like a pro
Go with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 get me toted
I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets

Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that
You ain't hear the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout that nut
Nigga think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with black connection to the finish, we killin' niggaz too
Spend your bin quickly, you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just
Bitch 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, cause we ain't down that crew
Get up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done I had to do
Give a fuck no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, cross that line they gon' die
your families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders out, them lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, nothin' but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a
Neighborhood that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and roast a deal what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga me
I'm gettin' closer and to the T-O-P
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, fuck the
Cause in they hear they feel, it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best speak for me
And I and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL
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 'til no more bullets
I ain't the one to be on
Who whole block get on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, behind the
It ain't no way that you could
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the
All 'N

Even if I don't get no
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' in the hallway
I'm yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be 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 some njiggaz that funk shit
So you want, get you dome split
You home hit,
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with this I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't you could last boy
I'm bout to some out the hall type shit
Some Steven type shit
Some *cgghh* shit
Don't you niggaz feelin' that 226
me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be we yellin'
know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three ways gon' tear up your