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[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not
I'm it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 and up with the red beam
and thugs on my team with many 14's
Hittin' home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark
Then come to your in two Hummers
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin'
I'm in to grow, with rights, I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a life
My nigga TD gettin' wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die me
I was in the 'Nolia, for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga got it on wild willa
Uptown of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
It's like this, pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead done
Hand on my gun cause I give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just tree lives, double them so I got six
that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck

Wayne]
I be catchin' a corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, a preist, five deep
tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot don't forget it
Leave every wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot
of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease
to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick the front door
Run from front to back bustin', cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, a black connect sho'
We went to for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet your bin, hit house, unlock ten
Boy you win I let chopper bullets spin

Don't with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the and pack that steal
You hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do dirt in it tonight
Five for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
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 them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't 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 line gon' die
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull bark loud, chopper moves crowds
bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a
uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a what's on my old poster,
if I it out my holster
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the
I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a
I'm on all day be the S-P-D's
In my I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they hear they feel, it,
try to a nigga off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the B.G.
Lots'a money, and the attourney speak for me
And I and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL
I' slang heat, any day, I bring
Feel I be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the
Pistol in my hand, I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be on
Who block get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your back
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
It no way that you could last
I'm like the task force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your on the porch
All 'N

Even if I get no taller
I'ma be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could handle that no
Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk
So what you want, get you split
You home hit,
spendin' a bin in camoflauge
I'ma top shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with this I'ma act a ass boy
cash boy, I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the type shit
Some Steven Seagal type
*cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, tell '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, ways gon' tear up your turf