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(B.G.)
Come on, man (buck with me) Let's do this here (buck with me) If you confused, I'm called B.G. I fear no one - fade me Step if you want - it's on you Just keep in mind I warned you Look here - I'm young, dog Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real And I live my life - kill or be killed I hold it down no matter what For my soldierettes and true thugs Don't think for once 'cause I got change I changed Geezy gon' be the same Never gon' disrespect the game Never will flip out 'cause I got fame My dogs in the hood handlin' business Then throw your sets up - come on, represent Uh-huh (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To my thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) I'm off the porch and for all the hustlers, jackers, murderers, and ballers I hold it down for my biznite - they ain't scared to give head They gotta get this My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things My hot girls who bring work on a airplane My street-smart thugs who know how to think And throw the Feds off and put 'em on a train Can't forget thugs who be shinin', doin' they thing Ears, neck, wrists, and hand hollerin' *bling*bling* That's the ones who the B.G. represent Bustas, at all, can't feel this (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) Man, it's the B.G. (B.G.) (Uh-huh) Gotta represent the hood (Represent) (Gotta) The thugs, and the soldierettes Baby, busy Bubba: number-one stunna Wheezy, Juve, Turk: my Cash Money brothers My whole clique keep it real at all times My whole clique rock platinum at all times Bentley's, Benzes, and Hummers we stay pushin' Comin' down the block if everybody just lookin' You gotta respect how we came through the game twistin' Left it rearranged and left 'em shoutin', "Bling bling!" (Bling) You know now how we do You know now that we fools We all 'bout our bitches If it mean goin' back to slingin' chickens If it mean bein' gatted If it mean slip on masks Hustlers and thugs know what's up So come on - throw your sets up (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood all over and it's all good This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood all over and it's all good This for the thugs (for the thugs) This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project This for the thugs (for the thugs) This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck) Bounce with me (Bounce) Smoke a ounce with me - haaha |
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[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it When it comes to guns, I'm one of the best Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest I've been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play Have your family grievin', singin' "Amazin' Grace" And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya I'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga Bustin' heads ain't nothin' to me - I've been doin' it And if you're smart you don't want trouble with me If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.]) I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker [B.G.] Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off 'Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I'ma show off Your head definitely gon' get blowed off I have no conscience at all I continue to get my roll on Murder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I know Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11 Ever since that, I fell in love with guns Saved my allowance for a month and got me one My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home Now, if you want drama, I don't hesitate to bring it I up that AK-47 and start to sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.]) [B.G.] When it's on my mind, I'm ready for whatever, nigga I'ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, nigga Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep That's me, and I'm there to tear down the whole street B.G. don't play no games, I'm 'bout sprayin' When you see me, all you gon' see is "flucka-flucka-flame!!" Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around People sayin', "That had to be a nigga from uptown." When I'm lose, I'm lose - when I'm strapped, I'ma use it 'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot it I'ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows I only put hollow tips in my barrel You wanna battle - nigga, I'ma bring noise I got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boy, and a- (Hook [B.G.]) -gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker [B.G. {talking}] Nigga, checkmate Nigga, checkmate! Wrong move, nigga - checkmate! |
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[Lil' Wayne]
(Gibberish noises) Look, look, look I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me to your chic, that'll get her flip I'ma try not to mention that I'm rich, but it'll slip I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion Open mouth and it'll beam like the sun is emergin When I'm out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin Hummers be swervin like I'm passin y'all in speeding go-carts She think she look like a basketball season score chart Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg That playas raw call'em "Lil' Wayne the Don" [Chorus 2X: Lil' Wayne] When we come through you know how we do, dog (shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off [B.G.] Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good [Lil' Wayne] B.Geezy let them niggas know [B.G.] I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' "Look at him!" That be the Hot Boy they call "Bling Bling Slim" Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out" The chain I got on costs more than your dream house Presidential Roley, don't even want talk about Say whodi look at your bitch - she drooling from the mouth Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. and wildout Don't trip, let her come dip wit me dawg I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws I'm a fool wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin Until then I'm reppin, Stuntin flossed out You see me if you up north and I'm down south [Chorus] [B.G.] Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood Never forget where I come from, I'm too real Never for get the days I had to get it how I live But it's better now; I'm on another level now I got cheddar now; I got my shit together now I'm livin swell nigga, I'm givin hoes hell nigga My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys Man I'm ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G's Lose it - laugh about it - nigga like me don't miss it Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50 True that, it's all gravy, I get that there from Baby When I struggle niggas love me - now they can't take me But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em But if they fuck wit me - you gone have to worry bout'em [Chorus] (Gibberish noises sounding like the chorus) Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off |
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[Lil' Wayne]
What, what, what, what, what, what Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look: If I had the world, dog, I'd make hustlin' good And if I could I'd put work every hustler's hood [B.G.] I can't lie - this world is scary to me I carry two gats - you won't hear nobody buryin' me [Juvenile] None of my people would have to pay tax or bills Even all the new niggas oughtta average a mill [Mannie] If I could change the score, we'd never hustle no more And every bizite that I lizight 'll be like "whoa" [Lil' Wayne] And the police would be for here only for the old folks So if we have a problem, we strap up and hold court [B.G.] If I could change it - man, if the world was mine Nobody'd have to take nothin' 'cause we'd all shine [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, nigga wouldn't have no beef It'll be a decline in the murder rate on the streets [Baby] If the world was mine we wouldn't need no killers We'll put A/C in these project windows [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Mannie] Come on, let's do this shit - yo, my party don't quit And every record Cash Money put out 'll be a hit [Lil' Wayne] I'd dig a ditch for the hatas, put 'em deeper with that And I could murder a nigga and wouldn't spend a week in the pen [B.G.] Man, we'd all have houses, a half-a-block We'd all be on chrome in a Benz drop-top [Juvenile] All the women would be big, fine with a cute face And the children would be the kind that stay in they place [Baby] If the world was mine I'd unite my peeps My mom and my dad would be in this world with me [Lil' Wayne] But if a nigga still trip, you can hit him with glock And just to keep it real I'll bring back Biggie and Pac [B.G.] Man, we'd all get along - we'll be a family That's just how it'll be if this world was for me [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, wouldn't be no politics Blacks would have a lot of shit - that Bentley and that Prowler shit [Lil' Wayne] What, what, what, what, what, what Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Juvenile] More blunts to smoke up on the streets with peace Without a worry on our mind, not duckin' police [Mannie] If we could go back in time, you could have what's mine That's for shig my nig - we ain't gotta slang that iron [Lil' Wayne] Play the block all day without runnin' and duckin' And everybody drugs raw - they don't cut it with nothin' [B.G.] It ain't mine - I just gotta get it how I live Can't question God on what He made a biz what it is [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, my family wouldn't fight Everything in order - everybody all right [Baby] If the world was mine I'll still be grindin' I'll flip big blocks for (?) and Bryan [Lil' Wayne] And if you move a hundred bricks, you get a Benz for free Oh yeah, and Beyonce'll have twins for me [B.G.] Man, if this world was for the lil' B.G. Everybody'd be straight, everybody'd live sweet - uh-huh [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook-2x [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what |
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"Its 6:56 pm central time, you have a collect call from a Louisiana Inmate. To accept, press one." B.G: "Greetings Hotgirl, whats happening on your end? As for me over here, you know, a lil'chillin Besides that Sweetie, I'm just keepin it real Puttin up with these crackers in this hot ass field But you know I'm a soulja, nigga try me and I spank 'em But fuck, all I said was, 'it feels good to be the baby gangsta' Tell momma I asked about her, since she say I don't holla And when I touch down, me and her gonna get a bottle Shorty, I've been hearing that you been wiling out Everyday of the week, tearing the club doors down Whats happening with you Woty? you throwing that pussy round Doing this for the lil time that I'm not around Don't get the game twisted, you better not try your luck You know I ain't the one, quickly I'll fuck you up." CHORUS: (press one to accept) "I'm in a messed up situation" (press one to accept) "I'm in a fucked up location" (press one to accept) "The whole world can relate" (press one to accept) "Its from somebody upstate" That one minuet that I had, done turned into a second I got a day and a wake up left, and I'll be steppin Straight through them iron gates, puttin all this behind me Come in the hood on the 'L' and you will find me Hoppin out of limos, poppin bottles its gravy I know what it means when I get that phone call from Baby Lets go to the mercedes, lock and cock something A hard top six, or a drop top six, that would be lovely My Shorty thinks, she has 6 more months to play Can't wait to see that dick look up on her face Right now I'm with the fellas, I'll go see her lata Cause she tries to be a slick ass playa But I ain't trippin, its cool, I gotta respect it A s long as she don't get out of line in my presence she still my shorty, gone be my hoe can't forget that she was there everyday of my joust CHORUS: 1 x Now its about that time, I go fuck up her dome Cause she has no idea that this Hotboy home It ain't been a day, and I'm already on crome I'm trying to imagine her face and how long that its gonna be, When I hit the porch, And put my soulja Ree's through her front door When she still thinks that I have 6 more months I'm creepin down the block, slowly I pull up Jumped out, said "Whats up" She laid up there and threw up "Whats wrong, don't act like you don't miss ya nigga" She said, "I do, I'm shocked," "Come over here and kiss ya nigga I had to come suprise you, because you pissed ya nigga off You don't respect me pussy poppin on nobody's walls You my main bitch My travel with cocaine bitch Set a nigga up, you wanted this position, so maintain bitch" CHORUS: 2 x |
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[B.G.]
Uh-huh Ah, Ah, Woah, Woah I'm a guerilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake the type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face I'm a tiger, I'm a lion, I'm a bear, I'm a panther if you ballin' I'ma be the one that's gonna snatch ya I'm a fool, when I'm beefin I give niggaz the blues Don't think twice, first mind tell me do what I gotta do So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha I don't play, I don't asshole B.G. don't lollygag I get these pussy niggaz ready for their body bag I'ma a clown but I ain't the type that play with ya child I'm the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe Ya heard me, watch out when that thang in my hand I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man Chorus 2X: [Juvenile] I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware it ain't nothing but guerillas, lion, tigers, and bears I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch got you running like a bitch tryin to avoid the attack [B.G.] I ain't no rabbit, I ain't no rat I'ma a soldier that will give you hell I ain't cat, I ain't no turtle get in beef and hide in a shell I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck believe me I can swim so come in that water, try your luck You gonna drown, guarantee you go under you won't come up I'm from Uptown and Uptown niggaz don't give a fuck My hood is a jungle full of niggaz live that wild life picture a untamed guerilla with a K(AK) he nothing nice so you know you get in his way, you lose your life so reverse that, get in front of me, you lose your life I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing watch him fade into the other world, but one day I'll see him but for now FUCK em', see ya when I see ya nigga I know at this moment I wouldn't wanna be ya nigga (Chorus) I'm a lil' creeper, quick like a cheetah, so better (?????) when I tell you freeze, when I was down for my heater people say I'm dangerous, I need a leash and a collar cuz I'm like a ROCK (rocwilder) but much more wilder if You got it, and I want it, I'll duct tape ya gotta a lock like a pit bull, get a hold of you and shake ya ain't now way You gone stomp at me, I feel you trying to play me I'm like Mike when I bite, I give ya bitch ass Rabies From tree to tree, block to block I be hanging Nuts swanging, thuggin, fuck it I'm looking mangy I gives a fuck, I live wild life like jungle animals catch Us gettin how we live on Discovery Channel You gotta be a snake that creep and know how to survive pussy cats got nine lives, dogs like me got one life so we gotta manage it We feel threatened by anything we gotta handle it We living scandalous (Chorus) [animal and jungle sounds at the end] |
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[B.G.]
Okay First thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It's mine, so I know you gon' let me spend it My clique made it known: we 'bout havin' things Sport diamonds, so I know you gon' let us bling B.G.: shut it down when I come through They say I'm wrong, but I know you gon' let me do what I do If I got it, I ain't gon' hide it - I show mine I know you gon' respect it, I know you gon' let me shine I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin' We be layin' it down - don't give a fuck, nigga We're from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga [Lil' Wayne] Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Listen, listen: [Hook (Lil' Wayne)] I know you see the jewelry - it's berserk and on shine I know you see the bulge under the shirt - don't try I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop I know you recognize we got the game on lock I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs I know you see the thugs - you don't wanna see no blood I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop I know you recognize we got the game on lock [B.G.] I know you bet' not open your mouth when I ride by I know you know this Lex GS on shine I spin through fast, wrist hangin' out the dropped Jag Blindin' ya - I know you gon' let me act bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head Fuck your husband for Geezy - I know you gon' break bread I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept it You don't, get wetted - I know you gotta respect it You don't want Geezy bringin' drama to your set'n' I know you don't want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses Please don't test me - you do, it get hectic I shoot for the head - don't depend on vests Now on the up and up I'm every bad bitch choice Don't be mad, I know you gon' let me be a hot boy [Lil' Wayne] Hey, hey, hey, hey [Hook (Lil' Wayne)] [B.G.] Hoes say I'm nasty - I know you gon' let me slang wood Say I changed - I'm rich, I know you gon' let me be good I'm the same ol' nigga I was when I was broke Still beef, so I know you gon' let me tote my four-four Now, you know what happened: tried to play me like a hoe We both can't live on this earth - one of us gotta go On the real, when it come to shinin', I'm nothin' nice You'll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice I know you gon' let me burn, I'm "h" "o" "t" I know you gon' let me be me - that's B.G. I know you gon' respect my clique: CMB I know you don't want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy I know you don't wan' put your car next to Fresh or B I know you ain't got the price like them: ten a-piece I know you bet' stay in your place - don't fuck with us I know you ain't on our level 'cause we platinum plus [Lil' Wayne] Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey) [Hook-2x (Lil' Wayne)] [Lil' Wayne] Lock, shop, bam, lock-?down What! |
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[B.G.]
I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers If you're ballin', then ball - you're shinin', keep shinin' You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin' See me, B.G. - original H.B. Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police I keep it real with the real - that's all I know, nigga Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga By all means, whatever it takes to get green I do 'cause I wanna bling - I wanna bling bling (Hook [B.G.]) I got to bounce, nigga Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga [B.G.] I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out Go-and-drop-off-a-ki niggas, stackin'-that-cheese niggas Straight-'bout-beef niggas Dressin'-in-black-shootin'-up-the-whole-street niggas This is for my niggas I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit Like if-I-can't-get-you-I-kidnap-your-mother shit Or duct-tape-your-brother shit, and turn yourself in Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my n's I've been affiliated with killers all my life That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so- (-Hook [B.G.]) [B.G.] It's on if it's on - I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck Drama: I love it - I'm trigga happy, can't get enough The streets is my home - that's all I know I hustle to beat ya outshinin' - drive off the showroom floor Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan, and Bubba Taught me how to rep - taught me how to be a lil' stunna He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring It's the year 2G - a nigga like me gotta have things Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling If you really try me then I bring out my choppy 'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga (Hook [B.G.]) I got to bounce, nigga Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga |
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("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
[Juvenile] Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path 'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad Betta say somethin', and it betta be what I wanna hear I'm listenin' - scary bitches started shittin' and pissin' You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin' Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin' Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels I know some nigga's got a package - I'ma run with the fool Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong 'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong They don't know what's happenin', and I ain't gonna say it to 'em 'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin' And fuck up and give them people some bad information (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] You'se a certified clown in my eyes That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride Nigga don't have to look for you - they know you inside You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth Protected custody so you don't come in your house Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout? Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south [B.G.] Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake, ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped It's a cold game, but I don't give a fuck, my nigga I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch - I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree (Hook [Juvenile]) [B.G.] I'm a lil' man - stand my ground no matter what Glock glued to my hand - there's no one you can trust Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck So I roll first - cock and shoot first Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt You want beef? You want war? You want me? Nothin' between us but air and opportunity Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do - do it, nigga 'Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigga Shit's real - I ain't got time to fake Time's money - I ain't got time to waste But on the straight with me bein' real To let others' niggas know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me Ya wind up six feet, clown (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("K-k-kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three [Juvenile {talking}] Step up! Wherever the fuck you is, nigga Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick and hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face Make it known you're beefin' with me Know wh'I'm sayin' Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigga On the block, in the hood, wherever B.G., nigga, always on V.L. We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin' ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") |
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[B.G.]
You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga Watch this Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block Get my clique, load them things up in the van Don't matter - they in front the law we gon' blast We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin' Every hood we think they be in we dippin' Even through people, all through people yard Believe me - tonight they goin' to (??) We ridin' all night, finally got lucky We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin' Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark One of them niggas broke out, I broke out behind him Went down the alley, went under the house, I went behind him Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up In the process my Reeboks got fucked up (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper Look, I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight madness Sun down, moon out - you know them snakes comin' Guerrillas on they way with them hundred-round drummins Better get to runnin' - I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm bringin' trouble on your block I ain't fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you drop, dog I'm true to the game - ho, play for keeps Pull up with the passenger drivin' way in the back seat I don't give a fuck, never did, been real Since I was young been seein' cats get killed When it get dark better be able to run quick 'Cause after that, that chopper gonna talk shit (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Bang at the law with my chopper Look, I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] If you don't know, I'm the B.G., all about beefin' Catch ya bobbin' your head at the d.j. and leave you leakin' I'm on a buck, fuck on the up, then squeeze it (???), nigga - look, L.T. family grievin' I'm on a mission to leave they family grievin' Cut my dog life short, now I gotta teach 'em I'ma (?) and send work to (??) Keep niggas bust up goin' through his morgue I'ma fool - Baby handed me my first tool Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand You don't know from last album, I'ma made man Uptown where I'm from - V.L. my stumpin' ground Get outta line, I empty a drum at ya, clown I'm a dog, dog - I'm tellin' ya I'm raw, dog Like Pac: ya ain't in my clique, fuck all y'all (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Bang at the law with my chopper Look (look), I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper) I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper) Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off with my chopper) Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang at the law with my chopper) I'm runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper) I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper) Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off) Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang, bang at the law, nigga, huh?) Ohhh, nigga, what you know 'bout that chopper? Fuck Ya heard - checkmate with that chopper! Nigga, checkmate with that chopper |
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Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't shit Almost was played by my main bitch Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 68 tour with my clique She hit me while I'm on the road and was like babe shit bad cause moms spend a few nights I say yeah,its cool But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house Cause picture the whole wild she put out Now dat ain't even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins they done got comfortable in my shit Churin dont flush the toilet after they piss Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flipping my TV like a light switch God can only stop me from killing this bitch I'm on the way back to my crib I pull up, "this can't be how I live" I jump out ready, to start bucking I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted Bitch tryna give me a excuse It ain't nothing you can say or do You ask the moms stay, cause shit was bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it's fucked up and it smell like a project cut You ain't had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go off And mess around in here and catch a charge You don showed me, you ain't shit You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch Look what you don caused in my house Before you get pissed (the whip) get out Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 2] Here's another fucked up episode My cousin came to visit from Chicago I ain't seen him since we was young bucks I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence learned him in a week He don't put 100% in his hygenes He lied and stunned bout what he doing be in the streetz He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree I'm almost to the point to ask him Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over So happen that I'm finished a day early And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smoke Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out |
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[B.G.]
Ah ha, look You'll never see me hangin' from no tree You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley You'll never catch me broke on my ass You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor Never no more see me on a block with rocks Stuffed in my 'Bauds: see two plastic glocks You won't see me with this ride I rented or stole Only when I'm in it if it's a two-triple-o That's the new life for lil' B.G. Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's Change the paint on Excursions - drop her when we swervin' Change the letter from Ford to Hot Boy, ya heard me (Hook-2x [B.G.]) Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next [B.G.] You'd see me pimpin' a Bentley, blunted out In a Benz on my way to the line, stunted out Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out to the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth You know it's very often you'd see out in the streets, nigga flossin' like B.G. When I do it, I do it like no one else Chain f**k their vision up - got 'em hollerin' "help" So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright Nothin' less than ten karats 'll stop blue ice Baguettes 'round the end - all in the middle: flooded It's princess-cutted - can't do nothin' but love it That's a example for "Hater, don't give me my props" Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block F**k with me, your head missin' - the bitch gone Body alone Nigga, I'm tryin' to get my shine on (Hook-2x [B.G.]) [B.G.] Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten But to me that ain't nothin' to spend Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet But the gear don't change: still wear Ree's, still wear 'Bauds still wear T's - you know how it go Now check this out: crib plushed out, worth about a mill One on the water, one on the hill Game don't change - still hustle to maintain Ten stacks a month of bills to contain Now, I'm "Bling Bling Slim" - you know him Keep work stashed in all four of my rims Two pearl glocks: one in my hand, one taped to the dash 'cause I gotta ride like that Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper 'cause I wanna be - gotta be - number-one bling-blinger (Hook [B.G.]) Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and timed Vettes Uh-oh - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next [B.G.] Ah ha, ah ha Ah ha Ah ha, ah ha - didn't expect that (uh-uh) Ah ha, ah ha - got your mind right (get it right and keep it right) Nigga (What?) What's up? ( What's up?) |
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Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga
[Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He had niggas tip had em breaking him off He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark Now everybody thought that this nigga was real But anybody holding a gun can kill If niggas was on the block they ran when he came He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game This nigga was a dog out here in that world Now he got to the pen and turned the girl He walking like a bitch this nigga here twistin' The bitch even sittin' down now when he pissin' He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin' He family fucked up they don't even go visit Now that's the difference between jail and the streets With a gun you a killa Without it you're a thrilla [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then you got fucked when you went to Angola You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs When you was on the streets you was a solja And got turned out when you went to Angola You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs [Verse 2] This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em He used to serve niggas work out of town and tax em He used to take his walk up on niggas and wack em This nigga here name used to carry weight Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4 Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip Shit never changed doing the same thang On the streets ya bout it In that place you're a jing-a-ling With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it You needed to be bout it Cause you soft than soap powder [Chorus] [Verse 3] When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin' When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin' When ya standin' over a nigga with that k you a dog When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week nigga told ya that out that here doing that crime take it like a man you get popped then you get that time you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife You had two charges whodi fuck a fight You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then.. |
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