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[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent
I gettin' off into you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team many 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark
Then come to your funeral in two
That's me, Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been
To the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD high wit' me
Out that 13, up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that guerilla
I know my nigga got it on wild willa
Uptown of drug dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, 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 truh-uh-trust a
Make I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can't out the mix
Just tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a

[Lil'
I be a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, it hot, I'ma crease that
to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, down the front door
Run from front to back bustin', cut his wife throat
play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
We went to school for this, we bins 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 bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets

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

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a deal on my old poster,
if I it out my holster
You sopposed'a, a nigga like me
I'm gettin' and closer 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 hear feel, fuck it,
try to a nigga off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the B.G.
money, and the best attourney speak for me
And I speak and for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL
I' heat, any day, noise 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
in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I the one to be repped on
Who whole block get on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no 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 comin' like the task force, I blast with full
I'm sorry if grandparents 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 skinny yeah, weighin' 155
But I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that dope 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 handle that no secret
Boy, put some change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that shit
So you want, get you dome split
You home hit,
spendin' a bin in camoflauge
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 cash boy, I don't think you could boy
I'm bout to pull some out the type shit
Some Steven Seagal shit
Some *cgghh* knife
Don't think you niggaz that 226
Behind me the crucifix, or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three gon' tear up your turf