[B.G.] Choppers drums Nigga how it comes rifles, extended clips Let you where I'm from The names city It's a of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me they fingers on triggers Let's roll a pistol I get out of control It's your I put on rows, front row I'ma 223 Bust or hitter kidnapper Rookie nigga wig copies for the rapture It's all on you Oh, I'm for the capture you wan' do nigga Mystikals who I'm yo' steel and shoot I'ma not a rapper Lil' Wayne, he it too I'ma if you got it Told ya before ta' it ya if you hide it It's a must I find it Ride or die Chop or get hoe B.G. split or get Play tha how it go Shootin tha somethin' or pop somethin' AK fifty shots I tote it too somethin' Make it happen you's the put you in the trunk ??? ???? you nigga I bring funk
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[Wayne] Lets get funky wit' these [B.G.] Grab the triggas and [Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these [B.G.] they figures and dash [Wayne] Lets get serious with these [B.G.] Grab the K's and bust, ten for one trust Retaliation a must
[Lil' Ah ah Don't run yo' mouth for you to get back in me My gun clap ?? spinnin' and take many Plenty of hit you Can you picture a young Fourteen ?? master million dollar flapper Watch me set it off my sawed off jumpin As I be I be pumpin Frontin' gets you Runtin' catch a from the M-what'n You ain't bout hater leave you bloody It's money and Can't see But ya' hear me Four comin' quickly Can you me Better kill me you get done in It's dog But I got that red mark so when you in Slugs somethin', up in the clip I extra highly tips for the crum rip Should of chop-chop yo' whole block Let's get funky, you want me, I not So much black clothing ???? you All the go out That's all yo fight come out Bloody streaks to the UPT where you on I on, think you plays on, it's stays gone The you lay on I even pay on You got it, better it If you wanna keep it on I to the top That's my spot, my out a suitcase Slugs to yo' face, ah
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[Lil' Ah, ah, ah, ha Now as I this scent and get into you These three dots, I plot and spot, then I I a chopper under the medium Hilfiger I throw back punks, out trunks to kill niggas I niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty ??? ??? area ???? ???? I you heard me But you lied But you can't It's written all over yo' face you to find Niggas front, all over they chest be starting to shine Like Presidential Rolex reflex a million nine Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that's my A tru rider, gettin' higher off fire Remember me, tha little G never Took one to the chest but the little G never
[B.G.] I'ma certified killer, million nigger Any kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater flipper and juice sipper, disrespectin bitch flipper I'm drama off the top You that's on the foreal-a I loaded low down by a monkey So call me Nigga lame He want to know I gets funky Beef kicked in a parade was deep Nothin' ?? ?? bookoom be on feet Now you know I run with niggas All of 'em Thousand of out Fuck that sprayin' the Ain't no time for doin' down From trigga Gotta of K's Ready to do it Write grant after Black grant I was That's for Al and lil' Four in each in spinnin' ?? So it up Handle yo' or get shot I hit wit' glocks Nigga, get or get got In school I was a fool a young But on the streets I 2's Nigga, I gets
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