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Cash slangin' nine nigga
Off top
H.B's and the B.G.'s
What's little B.G. bring it to these niggas

I got that iron in my hand I'ma sling it
When I got that drama on my mind bring it
I ain't backin' down no nigga that's hatin'
If the nigga say I ain't 'bout my business here he hatin'

Comin' playboy we gonna sling it
I catch down bad we gonna leave ya stainin'
Fuckin' wit my H.B's nigga bring it
Rollin' stay strap and keep thinkin'

'Cause a nigga get stolen, yet get takin', paper is burn
They come fast and shakin'
Picture this my brother money then went nation
But comes from seven hard years of dedication

Fuckin', my B.G. nigga
I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a me a nigga
believin' worth six niggas we call hard hitters
We uptown and we real with this nigga

Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find
But a 100 bullet shells without a fuckin'
hot boy click laid back and spy on niggas
We see them on somethin' look here we riders

Ain't like workin' niggas any with a flussy
That for the boss too we ain't got no picks to choose it
We getcha if we wig splitcha if we gotta
I know you got word that every G's is a rider

So it on the D.L
If you got don't serve nobody of V.L
'Cause they play
A one way ticket to 6 ft. deep

a filthy dirty rizell on the U.P.T
I was raised in the
But I put it on my mind by the I was nine
I was pushin' nigga, I was that nine

Nah, nah, nah
Now them them want us
know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners
They already know that we brothers,

Or whatever you wanna it
Click up with my dog we get like alcoholics
Plus we ballers so we spend the Lex or Benz
gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

Get off the block when we come to the lane
that close shop when the bullets start sparyin'
Run your mouth too much better watch sayin'
Like a nigga on the sidelines nigga we playin'

Now why, oh why Lord, did the nigga try and die Lord?
Why, why,
Niggaz wanna the hard way give it to 'em like that
'em suffer [Incomprehensible] put that bitch with a bag

I guess you probably thinkin' there sayin', "Who's the
Nigga you's the that bruise a muthafucka
Either been a lot of cross-firin' in the bricks
But I'm gonna kill me nigga if put me in that shit

I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want cash money broke
Even if it means creepin' up but then bye, bye
Bustin' out out my black Volvo

Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody run me
I don't want nobody going to tell my mama somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that, she ain't raise no
She have had a girl for that

I realized, I'm all in
by the camouflage, in ballin'
Make a recognize, I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin', callin'

'Cause ain't no treaties woodie
You better leave 45 at your house
'Cause you gonna it woodie
I you boy I'm a souljah boy
U.T.P up on my from the nolia boy

nine fo sho nigga
That's how we it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide slangin'
All you bus pass better recognize

one here bouncin' all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga Prime nigga, ask my nigga Lac
Ask my B Dog nigga, ask Manny, ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey, ask B.G.'s nigga, ask Suga

You ain't got no heart
Gotta push a knife chillin' the bad guys, do you me?
throats we doin' it like that nigga, ah ha, ah ha
How you luv now nigga?

up now nigga?
Talk shit now what, what's up
I thought we was kind of boys
Nigga what, who what, nigga, ha

I know y'all hear me all over the nation
So is for the East Coast, the South Coast
The West Coast, the world
ain't no beef nigga it's 'bout money

Nigga if you makin' no money I can't talk
the fuck
Nigga got no words for ya
It's all about the