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1. _ What Ya Wanna Do?
(intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?
(no indeed no indeed)
Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it
(yes indeed yes indeed)
Check it out..
(verse 1)
Baby gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa
If i don't know ya dont trust ya
If i don't trust ya then fuck ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs i hustle hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and money that's all that excite me
Fuck bitches i'm bout money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another like me
You get a ki half price from columbia fuckin with b
Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier
Gats i load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder
Now i done told ya -- the streets is real all the time
Gotta survive the game nigga i'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. i do what the fuck i gotta do
Shoot who i gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it
Takin off like delta cause manny fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
Tryna get on my feet i creep you sleep six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. i slang raw i don't cut it
If i profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill it's a must i keep it real nigga
(chorus)x2
What cha wan do nigga
How ya wan do it
When ya wan do it we could get straight to it
You could take it how ya wanna
Bring it how ya feel
Accept it in blood cuz
Ya get it how ya live nigga
(verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef
Remember i'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
Got a k with a drum -- and i'm ready to spray somthin
Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
Big boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must
Baby gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man
Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
Got a ar... 15 i mean
D.o.a when i hit the scene nahmean?
It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit
Bust open the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you can't quit
I'm rushin with a monster blitz
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up
(chorus)x2
(verse 3)
All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross martin luther king
All these other initials besides u.p.t, and h.b. --
Don't mean nothin to the b.g
I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz
Let a nigga take me down after all this time? shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you
Me and my rounds come through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin
Scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the b.g., cash money goin broke
Puttin change on niggaz brains behind me
Chorus x3
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2. _ Don't Hate Me (featuring Big Tymers)
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3. _ Ride Or Die
[b.g.]
Uptown is my home, thats where i do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt
It's me or you on that shirt
Cant let no nigga fix me
Cant let no nigga get me
I'ma draw and hit first, i cant let no nigga split me
Had my momma upset
Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start
Ready to unload at war
No witnesses
You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin
Keep it shut or you dead
If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head
That's how i play it nigga, i'll blackmail you wit you rown life
It aint right, disrespect you die on site
That aint no might, that's a fact
You can believe that
Instead disrespect, i promise to be back
And clear the corner, you cant run, dont try
I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch
[lil wayne]
Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin
And fake buster harassin
Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot
And chop up yo block
Lock all doors and keep windows closed
Cause we done rolled before
So stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black camaro
Sittin on mo's
And we rolls tokin on fat optimos
You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
Lets all get a stolen car
And roll through they ward
When it's dark
We spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war
Got in a big brawl
Thought hard but you wrong
So you still get scarred
Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas
Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud
Puddles of blood flood
You cant swim so you done
Niggas start to look
And see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high
Some hot on one foot
Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock
When i hit they block
(chorus)
So ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped ho
B.g., split or get split
Play the game how it go(4x)
[juvenile]
Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case
I'm a straight head bust ya
Seperate and destruct ya
Dont wanna have no juvey wanna make a ghost or few
What am i'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click
All that frownin and reppin shit
Gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, i be drivin niggas wit cleverness
Momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich
Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin yo teeth you dont speak
Stay on your side of the street, you cant be mobb'n with me
I cant have no bitches followin me
Gotta mac-10 and you aint even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that
(hook)
That's why i stay in all black
Get the mac and go back
You done fucked wit c-m-r-ah
They'll be no tommorrow(2x)
(chorus)
[b.g.]
Get you a chopper and tote it
Dont just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it
Better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true
Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it
You might be thinkin like me, i think forgive and dont forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve
Ridin four deep wit artillary
Me and tootie, papa, and cleeve
It's an unsolved mystery
I'm a fly til i got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery
Bein real to cmb, it's a part of me
Cross me i charge you wit some flamin hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest
Brain waves you dazed up
You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause i left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga i ride first
(chorus)
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4. _ Livin' Legend
Verse:1 (b.g.)
I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old
Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold
But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold
I keep my four-four and i ain't gon' let it go
My money can't fold no more it's in stacks
My nose is close now i see that ain't where it's at
My hoes done elevated i'm on another level
My wrist done elevated to rolex with the bezel
I'm young but bout nice things off top
Don't fuck wit' what i worked hard for cause i'll hit yo' block
I ride in big bodies
I sleep in big beds
Always wear boks (reeboks) and bauds always gon' bust a head
I'm a well-known lil' nigga
On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures
You get yo' dome bust on in a split second
Cause i'm gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend
(chorus)
Verse:2
What make niggas think they fuck wit raps i spit
What make 'em think they can touch beats from fresh i get
What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique
This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick
I'ma top notch baller all bout' my cheese
I'm the one got yo' bitch and her girls talkin bout me
B.g. name rating like a thompson fall
Cruisin in my truck on the lake bazookas crumpin, dog
Fresh behind me in the burb twenties blind y'all
Niggas that broke lookin for hustle so they ridin fall
But i got my pistol for the busters got they eye on my gucci
Man i refuse to let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga
Since twelve i been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth
I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt
Don't get mad you ask yo' boo who the man and she confesson
'dat 'dat lil' nigga off vl is a living legend
(chorus)
Verse:3
I know with my skills i'll rule the south
Out bitch niggas mouth i'm sh-shoot about
Niggas don't even know me want to leave bgeezy smellin
It ain't my fault my tape stopped yo' shit from selling
I'm tellin you fuck wit' me you'll learn yo' lesson
I'm tellin you i'm all about dome checking
I'm like the eclipse close yo' eye's i'll blind ya
Quick to out shine ya
Part of the big tmer$
It ain't hard to find ya if i wan' kill ya
Boy, you can't hide these big heads will reveal ya
Me and my ch-chopper get near ya and spill ya
Bustin a head it's something i always will do
I always get my chill on
And when i smile sparkle wit' my grill on
You get yo' dome bust on in a split second
Cause i'ma keep my rep as a livin legend, livin legend
(chorus to end)
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5. _ I'm Tryin'
Verse one: b.g.
I'm tryin' to do right
But i'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool
Do what i gotta do
But playa haters all over
So i roll with my crew
I'm tryin' stay over
And just stay my ass in school
Ain't many choices to choose
And this rap game i can't refuse
I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose
My pistol my only friend
Cause busters try to bring the blues
Leavin brains with no clues
Spin the ben in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence
Heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the b.g.
Now tell me alton
Ain't that cold
What can i do
Now what can i do to get out the game
What can i do
Now what can i do to make change
Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
Hours flyin i want to go straight boy i'm tryin'
-chorus- (juvenile)
I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
Lord please let me go where i needs to be
Ball 'till i fall it's a poor family
Fo' sho' i know the future got a lot of stuff for me
Verse two: b.g.
I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
Sell cd's and tapes
I don't want to be jail bait
Niggas want to kill me
And increase the hell rate
They almost got me
But i slip the spot it was too late
I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
Settle down wit' a silent hoe
And drop a tight seed
So i can raise another uptown b.g.
Just like me
I'ma give 'em but i wish had a dad
He goin' be smart and bad nigga
Throwin' up a solga rag
This world is kurupted
The police is crooked
My boy was runnin with a ??? gun
His young life they took it
This ??? is rotten
Everyday it get's colder
They throwin' away the key
Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
My round slangin' that yola
With they hand on that iron
To keep my mind right
Beleive nigga i'm tryin'
-chorus-
Verse three: lil' wayne
I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen
Choppin iron at fourteen'
Nigga that tells my only way
(b.g.: look where you stand at fourteen)
A lil' bity something
Whuckin, representin' partners
Ain't to good in my neighborhood
Uptowns my partner
I ain't lie i'm tryin
To go the right way
But the night flight way
Just ain't the right way
I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
So i choose to be a uptown hotboy hard to kill
Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
Can't even see me i'm so lil'
And you expect me to give this
Just to switch to positive
As hard as i'm tryin' do it i just can't make a shape
School i'm tryin' go through it but i just can't make a shape
Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
Do good i want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'
I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me
Will i remain a b.g.
Or a a student
We'll see
-chorus- 2x
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6. _ 'u' All 'n'
First verse:
Stop it right there, i dare you to cross that line
Do it i'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the earth,
Both cliques can't live, somebody gotta see dirt,
What makes you think i'ma let'cha ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes shit worse
Believe i'm comin', a hundred in the drum and,
I don't spanked somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
Bitch niggas runnin',
Cable is comin',
That's what'cha get think i ain't bout nothin',
You done been showed, brains blowed,
You should have knowed, new orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to satan, b.g. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'
Chorus:
You think i ain't gone split a wig? think again,
You guessin' and underestimatin' "u" all "n"
You think i ain't gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
You guessin' and understimatin', think again
You think i ain't gone split a wig? think again,
You guessin' and underestimatin' "u" all "n"
You think i ain't gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
You guessin' and understimatin', think again
Second verse:
I'ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
I'ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
I'ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I'ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
I'ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin' over,
I'ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
I'ma roller nigga, you can't predict me,
Thinkin' i'm fake, you can't know me,
I come hard with 'tillery four deep,
Remember i tear down both sides of the street,
Nigga i be, the ca$h money b.g.,
Ain't no sleep if you beef with me,
I'll let you know i'm comin' nigga i ain't gotta creep,
I'll be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
Say what's up to satan, b.g. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'
Chorus
Third verse:
Don't think i'm lame, don't judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways i hook up with juv, turk, and wayne,
You can't explain, you wanna be hard don't whine,
I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say i'ma bitch you'll leave me wet
I can't believe you believe i take death threats,
You're wrong wootay, you're absolutely wrong
Now it's on wootay, your seventeen damagin' health,
That's another spankin' completed under my belt,
Your mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son done been left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for doctors to help,
It's all on u, you brought that issue on yourself,
Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say what's up to satan, b.g. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'
Chorus
Think....fore you get checkmated
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7. _ Stay 'n' Line Hoe
[spoken: b.g.]
Stay in line hoe
Off top get ya mind right bitch (2x)
[b.g.]
Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent
They dont understand english, hoes gotta be smacked
Nigga beat 'em and stomp 'em
Barely feed 'em and fuck 'em
Don't get jammed, if ya got 'em
Better leave 'em don't love 'em
I be fuckin and duckin
Straight thug'n and plugg'n
I like pussy but i get turned on more if ya suckin
I ain't trustin no doubt
I goes all the way out
I'm bout hustlin, disrespectin, bustin you in yo mouth
Cause i'm bout real as they come, totally choppers and nines
Uptown's where i'm from keepin hoes in line
Believe i'm bout mine
Never wine and dine
Give me the grease and i'ma shove nine in ya behind
I ain't likes a kind, and i ain't tryin
Don't mind dyin
And when i do i'm dyin slangin that iron
I like 'em sexy and fine, i toss 'em, that's how it go
I ain't flossin but you gon' listenin, better stay in line hoe
[chorus]
Pimpin ain't easy, better stay in line hoe
Off top, you gon' respect a nigga mind hoe
[baby]
Nigga i stay shy, keep my hoes in check
Keep a pocket full of money, bank roll on fat
These hoes stay in line or get they grill straight knocked out
Stay in line or get put out your own house
I be hard on these hoes cause a bitch ain't shit
Every hoe i done fucked done sucked my dick
Me and my b.g. we toss bitches
You don't believe me, ask danielle and t.c., we ain't savin bitches
I got the game
He got the fame
Plus i got the change
Disrespect and puttin change on ya brain
Three of the finest bitches in the city on my team
Big body expedition wit the gangsta lean
I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
For l.t., a g, throwin a gangsta a key
So i can see all my homies ball in the u.p.t.
[b.g.]
Bat a bitch quick, that's the modo i follow
Toss a bitch through the click, that's the modo i follow
If you real, hold a hoe life in the palm of ya hand
If you can't control a hoe to me ya ain't no man
Bitch, stay in line like the vice grip in the middle of the street
Any little thing i make ya taste, any little thing ya get beat
You gon' respect the b.g., or i'll punch ya in your nose
You gon' respect the b.g., or i'll whip ya out your clothes
C-m-r-ah gon' ride
No other thing gon' fly
Expedition and mercedes cause a nigga like to shine
We in front and not behind, not on bottom, on top
Not on the side of nothin, hoes get flipped and flopped
My nigga ??? pimp a bitch, he a soldier for real
My nigga ??? whip a bitch, yeah he hard to kill
Uptown bout theirs', nigga i'm bout mine
Dogg hoes i share and i make 'em stay in line
[chorus]
[mannie fresh]
Never let these hoes take you away from yo ends
Drive high, ride fly, buy the big body benz
And pass by they house, blow yo horn and laugh
When she come to the door say you hoe and stare
To the next muthafucka that hated on you
Your baby mama full of drama, tell that bitch it's through
Cause when ya ain't got nothin these hoes don't want you around
And when you work to get paid, these hoes act like clowns
So what could you do to satisfy ungrate
Buy a car, treat her like a star, yet the hoe still hate
Cause it's yo skills to pay the bills, nigga ride
Respect or eject, cause these hoes are tired
I'm on a mission to make a million plus
Have platinum on the wall and ride the toll bus
Money over bitches, believin that for sho
Cash money and the power, stay in line hoe
[chorus]
[spoken: b.g.]
Beat these bitches, stomp these hoes
Ram they shit
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8. _ Clean Up Man
Aw.....i'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black
Knock yo muthafuckin' head off
Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me
First verse:
Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there,
Nothin' in between but air, bitch i don't play fair
I come through like an amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose,
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter,
I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter,
Hollows come out like blat-blatta
I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed,
Soon as it hit noon i'm blastin' off in the room,
First thing flinch i go boom,
With the sweeper i sweep like a broom,
Creep like the grim reaper leavin' everything wound
When the moon come out, that's when the snakes come out,
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought,
You leave a gat open i'm squeezin' it cuz i'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin',
So i can uh-abuse the bitch,
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice, i'm smoother than sand,
Baby gangsta headbusta just a clean up man
Chorus:
On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast i'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast i'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the k off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast i'ma clean up man
Second verse:
B.g., hot boy, leave ya dick in the dirt,
Ride with juvey, lil' wayne, and turk,
Puttin' faces on shirts,
You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass,
Fifty shots, out each clip we blast,
Full of that trash, out the st. t,
We mash on the gas,
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head nigga,
And little bullets take red from yo head nigga,
Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga,
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga
It's all on u,
If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga?
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga?
If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a nigga bleed, or think it's cool and now you eatin' it?
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?
If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz i'll creep homie,
If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga,
Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga
Chorus
Third verse:
I come hard enough, ya feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy,
Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti
You done pissed these niggas off from chopper city,
In each and every k we tote, they got fifty,
So bring it on however you wanna bring it on,
Yo block explode like a bomb,
I'm dangerous and armed,
The b.g. did it, i live til' i'm gone,
I'ma h.b., and gotta get my shine on,
So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you,
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do,
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you,
Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot,
The people in blue can't even take the scene i leave,
If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas i leave,
Now frank mignon got work for three weeks,
That's how the u.p.t. play it if we got beef,
I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, k in my hand,
I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man,
Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the k off in my hand.
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9. _ 6 Figure (featuring Hot Boys)
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10. _ Plan Went Sour
[talking]
Picture, i'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin sour for the lil' b.g., peep me
[verse one]
I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders i'm accused 'cause i'm a ak user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot
'cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic
Six figgas what i'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that i'm 'bout to go in
I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 g
The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'
I push it wit ease
Nigga freeze
Get on yo knees
No keys, no g's
I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily
I'm leavin a made g
Get back to the car, tryin to get far as i can
Nigga planned what i planned, my gun shakin in my hand
It's one way goin gettin money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour
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That's cold, i'm tryin to hold money and the power
Everything i do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, i want a office in a tower
Sittin on g's wit 30 keys of powder
[verse two]
I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese
Do what i gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home
I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Aint killin no kids, but i'ma split his wig
If i have to spank his bitch, i'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke
Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at
Look at this chopper in my hand, i'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit ben franklin on it
I'll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' i get to the point, fuck it buster, and i'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit b.g. get burnt
I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, i'm bout money and the power
Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold
My plan went sour
[chorus]2x
[verse three]
I planned this and i done planned that
But every time it go sour, i can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that?
I done kidnapped, i done jacked, i done slung the mack
And everytime the kaper over, i bring nothin back
I have no paper and i'm sober i aint havin that
Any high-roller got what i want, then i'm grabbin that
All i got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill
I just be real and hope b.g. hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot
We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, i come out juvey ride
Hot boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what i gotta do, gotta rap hustle
Ya playa hate, i pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know i gotta duck, but i'm tryin to bring up tape sales
'cause i got a plan, i got a plan to go platinum
Holdin my dick, g's and a strap in my hand
[chorus] 3x
[talking]
Nigga, respect that
All these niggas puttin on they black mask
Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me
Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right
'cause it aint gon' come out right
You aint gon' come out wit no mail
Make sure you got it down pat
I done been through it
And i aint bring nothin back
But i'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people
And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me
It's all gravy, ca$h money records, black connection on the rise
All the time...
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11. _ Hot Boys 226
[b.g.]
Nigga you peepin, 'cause i'm peepin for niggas creepin
I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange
Ya fuckin brain
Carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin head bust
Wuz up, i freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where i leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin
Leave ya thoughts wastin, i run a hundred miles paper chasin
I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play
I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say
Like k.c., i don't play
Spin a nigga bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the k
Leave ya set a straight disaster
Ya got birds? i smash ya
Refuse, i leave that ass, know that i'm nasty
No clues, i can't be caught
I can't be found, it's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do
I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest
'cause the best that he dressed
Couldn't fuck with the smith & wess
B.g., black connection 226 start static
Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriage
I ride all night 'til i catch a bitch
And when i catch, i auto matic wet ya bitch
[bullet]
It's that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, i be the bitch fader
Bullets graze ya, nigga i tried to erase ya
Pick the casket, dump the glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of ??? heat then i bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown
Uptown!!!
That is my destination
And murderin motherfuckers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, i'm a fool out that wild tc
Good bye, better yet i'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands i'm like frazier
Okey doke yo bitch ass, then i take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask
226 tattoed on my over my heart
This here mark means that i was down from the start
Releasin them cop killers and body peelers
I got ya, you bitch
Now it's time for me to drop ya
[lil' wayne]
Head shots stop, complete
50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the hot boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and niggas die when me and the hot boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
Wettin your whole set and where i think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure d-donkey, 'bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
Sk's be sendin, slugs can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around i got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets tool it's, i'm ruthless, do more shootin this
'bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, apple and eagle, b.g., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the carrollton shoppin center
[juvenile]
Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the g's, gimme the weed, gimme the mack-10
Let me see what's happenin, to me these niggas lackin
Some tellin me felonies was commited, some was acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college
You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up
I wish you niggas wit me, i would be sewin shit up
Look, hide out in the cut
Peep out shot, corey and buck
In an expedition truck
And brain fucked up from that dust
Nigga, who trippin?
I aint trippin, you trippin
When i slap that clip in
You shittin like stool pigeons
That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas
That's my yayyo, that's my scale
That's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, this my rocks
This my shop, this my glock
This my connection with the mob
That's my partna black saab
This my people, that's my people
That's hot rimmed regal
Ask my lawyer, i do it legal
That's my credit card from segal's
This my cigar, this my weed
This my newport, this my reefer
That's my old alma mater
That's my uncle drinkin that bottle
[tec-9]
Okay, i'm from that 3 and i don't give a fuck
Nigga, i say murda, murda, what the fuck is up?
Nigga better duck when i come around that bend, i'm 'bout that drama
With the dirty 30, nose dirty
And i'm from that 3 and i be gat totin
I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed
And now another that done came up, fuck
I plot and make sure that i don't miss the hit
You up in ???, i got ya, i hurt ya
Now i'm up in ya rest area, finish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers
Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devour
And motherfuck anybody tryin to get yo back
They better be 'bout some comin around the men in black
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