B.G.

(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

[Singing Over B.G.Talking]
Yeah you already know how it is in the streets(uh huh)
you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you)
you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind
you can't let them hoes get in ya way (never ever, ever, ever...)
you know I mean you can play with 'em but to a certain extent

[Chorus - Conrad]
What I Need in my life seems so hard to find (so hard - so hard - so hard)
gotta get up on my grind 'cause I'm runnin out of time (it's like I'm runnin out of time)
well my momma always told me only the strong survive (only the strong survive)
and all the pain in my eyes, gotta make it out alive

[Verse 1 - B.G.]
Look I'm hard as they come and niggaz know that
and if I fuck with a hoe and leave I can't go back
I'm too true to the game dogg I can't slip
my baby momma the only one got me pussy whipped
I got two's, and threes and they know how it go
respect it or check it or they gotta hit the road
I chase money like niggaz chase ass in the Pen
and I need a few mills before the years end
I pop my collar in the club, get my drank on
and in the winter man I gotta put the mink on
I'm a pimp I got my picks and chooses with 'em
I got too many already I don't know what to do with 'em
but I'm a keep my head up like a big dogg
get this money, fuck these hoes and say fuck all y'all
I gotta heart I'm a man I can get serious
but I'm chasin money right now man I gotta get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B.G.]
Niggaz thought I was threw from that other click
look how far I done came with this Chopper City shit
I gotta hold this shit down can't give it up
Slim will turn in his grave if I don't live it up
I put God first, family second, and money third
so my fourth option gotta be gettin off these birds
my momma give me all she could, I don't know
how the streets just came and grabbed me by the throat
but I'm in them now and I ain't turnin back
and I ain't turnin no corners without it on my lap
nigga I'm in the trap you can ask anybody
you want beef I ain't trippin you can see me about it
I'm bout whatever partna believe what I say
if I get uncomfortable I'm a unload the K
my plans and dreams get bigga everyday
so every night I gotta get on my knees and pray

[Chorus]

[Intro: B.G.]
Whats happenin' look (whhaaaa)
It's Lil B. Gizzle ya heard me
One of New Orleans finest
and if you walk with me for a minute in New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do it

[B.G.]
Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts
And we got big money spending habits
All got trucks and cars made by caddy
And all got a bad girl that call us daddy
You should see us, the weekend would buy you classic
We on Canel Street holdin' up traffic
Hollerin' at girls white, black, and hispanic
From southern and grambblin'
Tryin to make it happen
We coming through big trucks sound knockin'
Girls in the middle of the street p-poppin'
That's how we do it, where we do it
We don't play with it
You got a K, you play
We got a K we spray with it
That's how we roll deep down in the boot
We quick to shoot, but strictly bout getting loop
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
And ima show you how we do


[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

[B.G.]
All day on Monday it must be on the grind
Cause that night is going down round the bottom line
Tuesday night pop a pill and go catch a screaser
Shoot cross the river
Go holla at Juve at Club Caesar
Wednesday I gotta see the girl shake
You bring it off, they take it off at the Show Case
Thursday night they 50 deep with they crew
Uptown and downtown in the House of Blues
Friday you don't know what to expect
Why Wayne had me bump in that Key West
Saturday don't forget your strap or your vest
Cause anything liable to happen at the Duplex
Sunday morning, on the lake parking lot pimpin'
Sunday night it's going down at three sixty
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do

[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

[B.G.]
It ain't no secret New Orleans is full of guerillas
It ain't no secret New Orleans is full of some killas
It ain't no secret Chopper City in the door
It ain't no secret I'm backed up by Cutt Throat
It ain't no secret I ain't a rookie, I'm a pro
It ain't no secret it ain't bout Cash Money no more
If you real than you know from that git go
It's alwayz been Chopper City in the Ghetto
Now VL where you at throw your hands up
Magnolia where you at throw your hands up
Melphamine and Josephine throw your hands up
For C Murder Calio throw your hands up
Downtown where you at throw your hands up
Stop the violence everybody put your gats up
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I'ma show you how we do

[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now why don't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ's
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now don't you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

It's an uptown Thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
Music that's non-stoppin'
P-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit
I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
>From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
Bout green can't forget about Josephine
Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me
In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill
Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy!

Chorus:
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you experience
Commence upon the drama that I present clown
I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse
You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide
I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

Chorus

It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes
So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter
Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
YOU'Z A HOE
So stay on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B.
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13
So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

Chorus

[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

(Mr. Ivan)

Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do mane
Say what'cha gotta say Wayne

(Lil' Wayne)
The rhymes you are about to hear are true

(Mr. Ivan)
This some true shit.

(First Verse-B.G.)

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' ,
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'
Pussy ass
You know you can't survive,
You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my list
A P-poppin' bitch no disresp
P-Poppin' bitch no disresp
P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth
But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play,
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk,
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax,
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,
Real pussies in the can

(Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan)

The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.

(Verse Two-B.G.)

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'!
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? Cuz oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha,
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them niggas be rappin', very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

(Third Verse-B.G.)

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin',
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin', and pluckin'
Fuck it
Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch,
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM
When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em
And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it,
Hard rolled and fake it,
Niggas best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick
That's enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine
Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry,
This is another part of that fuckin' true story

(4th Verse-B.G.)

Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up

(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

Intro:
Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang
Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga
but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga

(Verse 1)
Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals
trying to come up on six numerals
riding high in fly with a game with no rules
got a K cooked blues fore these fools
slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound
her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin
you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with
yo head get knocked loose quick
it's all on you bitch, choose bitch
my life or your life you know only God know who bitch
six shot pass me a six shot
and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock
B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
mask and flames five year's on each ???
like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid
can't eat or sleep
can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
got to watch yo back on the grind
cause you know the B.G. coming

Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling

(Verse 2)
Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping
swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank
we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches
buy some t-shit with pictures
for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga
bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga
Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga
I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke nigga
Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga
but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million
so I do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat
I ain't goin to stop that late better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't facing in my heart
I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that
Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
All 17 come up out the glock
Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do and that's how I proceed

[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

What's happening nigga
If you in a club right now
I want you to hold your car keys in one hand
I don't care which hand and hold your bottle up in the other hand
We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, Come on

[Chorus x4]
Rollin in my cadillac
Rollin in my cadillac
Rollin in my cadillac
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin

[Verse 1]
When I pull up, I'm in something real wide
Five Hundred insealer, 745
Niggaz be booting up, Hoes they wanna ride
Only way if thats gonna happen is you jack me off while I drive
I'm G'd Up, A Soldier now, Thats gonna be til I die
Feety gonna hold me down with the tracks you feel and vibe
Yeah I used to get loaded, I got nothing to hide
But look at me now, I'm focused, you can tell I try
You can even tell the way I lean when I drive
It's a new day, new time, I got money on my mind
Best cup your hoe, I take it she fine
You know she fuck, cum one of a kind
I'm a gangsta, I keep it peed on my side
I'm a gangsta, If I see it and want it, I buy it
Cowards be ego-driven, Swallow their pride
Either way it go, I'm do me and get mine, I'ma roll

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got money now, I ain't hurt nigga
You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you
If you got street money, then the price different
You in the major league, you know you gonna taxed quickly
B Gizzle back nigga, the hood still love me
Go to the club, me and my dawgs still pop up late
Go the mall and these hoes still wanna touch me
Can't help it, I'm thuggin, its just the streets love me
It's too late for Baby to try to reach out and touch me
Judge had to make that bust up my fucking money
I was druggin hard, Nigga thought it was funny
Now I think its funny, I just say I did it, done it
Now I'm up and running, Geezy don't forget
Nothing fuckin with Chopper City, this is our year
Dawg we settin rules and we breaking grounds
If you real, then you know how we getting down, Better roll with me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
When I was 17, I was considered a grown man
Single mom did that, shit ain't turn out bad
I was 15 in 95, with a '94 Grand AM
Shoulda seen when I got that 19 9 and hit the ave
I was sixteen by the time I was 18
Had a firebird, a lex and some bling bling
Doing my thing, living my dream by 19
Came through, Benz Jeep on dubs with TVs
Niggaz hated on me, Hail these nuts wished that I fall
I'm a hell of a hustler, its in my nature to ball
It's a trade I got to get money and stand tall
Niggaz who hated yesterday, make 'em hate more tomorrow
Fuck all y'all, I'ma do me, do you
You want beef, fake beef, fake I'ma be true
Every year I'm bustin heads, pullin out something new
Fucking the game up everytime I come through, better roll

[Chorus]

Chorus

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

{B.G.}
I get that noise out these busters anything I ride
It's gonna have TV's in chrome on it wood inside
I got a variety of cars I can drive in
I'm B. G. whatever it is I'm gonna shine in
I don't be slipping' I'm on the issue believe me
Top of the line rollie on my wrist when ya see me
I want to be chauffeured in a Bentley
Haters can't take that so they plottin' to flip me
But I'm goon shake that a million dollars
I'm try's make that these baler blacken' rookies
They hate that i don't wear nothing' cheap
From my head to my feet
Twenty on my wrist ten on my cash money piece
You can't help but hear my name ringin' on the streets
From gettin' my ball on to Nelly and old lady
You can try to look through my grill and get blinded playa
All week long I like to shine playa

Chorus

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

{B. G. }
Juvenile gave me a ride to the drop top cut dog
Let's creep downtown I know some girls
Who gon twerk dog keep yo phone on
Round eight I'm a call we gon click up
Drop it off in these broads draws
They only want to see a hot boy
Break 'em down I'm a represent
Because I'm from that Uptown
Plug get iced up do what ya gon do den
Let's split because it's goin' down on
Infrared and Washington I follow you in the Suburb
With the fifth rim chrome grill wood range stern wheel
Baby Gangsta is worth six figures plus
I'm thinkin' about a Lexus Truck For Christmas
I'm a put TV's in both of the head rest's
Women live to please me I can't say I'm not blessed
Fresh look what rap got us
Look what rap don bought us
We followin' each other on two big body's
On boulders

Chorus

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

{B. G. }
I'm gettin' my ball on like I'm in the NBA
Hustle for a mil I do dat everyday
Me and my whole click we just shinnin'
House's and fancy car's all Big Tymers just buyin'
Lyin' to these broads because we got it like that
Black on black army truck we ridin' like that
None of us want beef black brother's gettin' rich
We always follow this model trick's ain't it
Baby don't like to brag but he just bout a Jag
Ferriah, and Lambergine with TV and stash
That thing there fast and it's off the hook
We don't carry cash we all tot a check book
Leavin' haters in the dust competition shook
Step aside on yo own or wootay ya get pushed

Chorus

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Get yo shine on playa

Get Get Get yo shine on playa

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Get yo shine on playa it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo shine on and chase yo richest
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches

Shine Shine Shine Shine

(Talking)
What's Happenin Mayne?
This Lil' B Gizzle, Ya Heard Me
At any given time it could happen
So I'm here, you know I gotta make it happen, Look

Verse 1:
I'm a street nigga, I live my life on the edge
and the last on the streets gotta know how to play
Niggas don't play fair, they be telling the feds
All a nigga business where he drive, where he stay at
Thats fucked up, thats cold, thats sour
Keeping it real is the code I follow
I honor the street code, don't rat, don't snitch
Get popped, be a man and take ya lick
I done backed out, I done gave the game up
The life I was living dawg, I had the change up
Eventually, I would end up banged up, stressed out
Uptown somewhere with my brains bust
I ain't rocking like that, Nigga I'm trying to live
I ain't trying to get killed, Trying to get these mills
Trying to fuck these hoes, do these shows
and cop my whole click benz 5 double 0 (benz 5 double 0)

Chorus x2:
I could be dead tomorrow but I'm alive right now (right now)
I could be loaded tomorrow but I'm not right now (right now)
I was living yesterday but I could die right now (right now)
It's my year and my time so I'm gonna shine right now (right now)

Verse 2:
Nigga thought I was gone and I never stopped druggin
When I first left it alone, nigga thought I was stuntin
Almost a year strong and I ain't done nothin
Still get my grind on cause nigga I love hustlin
Addicted to gettin hoes and gettin this money
Addicted to slangin dick cause Gizzle love fucking
Need to go to rehab cause I love head bustin
But I love the streets, I'm always be thuggin
If you a game stashed nigga, you gotta know how I'm coming
You gotta know if you want drama, nigga then its comin
Cowards hatin on me, even much on my block
They don't want to see they only nigga on top
I won't let they worry me, They know how I'll let Juvi rock
They know if they get out of line, I'ma make it hot
I'ma make it stressful, I'ma make it hard
They can't hang nowhere from the 3rd to the 9th ward (3rd to the 9th ward)

Chorus x2

Verse 3:
I could be dirty tomorrow but I'm not right now
I could be hurtin tomorrow but I'm shot right now
I could be broke tomorrow but I'm not right now
I keep shows every week cause I'm hot right now
I could get caught tomorrow but I'm out right now
I ain't fucking with nothing, it's a drought right now
I'm up on my game, cause I'm living right now
This all about Geezy and Chopper City right now (right now)

Chorus x2

(Talking)
That's how it is, ya heard me
I know I could've been dead yesterday
Living today, I prolly get loaded tomorrow
Now I'm doin it right now, It's cool though ya heard me
Ain't no disrespect, It ain't no more Cash Money, no living in New Orleans
It's 2004 Chopper City Cutthroat, Ya heard me
That's how we playin it, Those who layed this right here Baby
For real, For real

[B.G.]
Wasup nigga?
This the H.N.I.C. of Choppa City Records
3 time loser but I still ride with it, ya heard me?

[Verse 1]
Well it's Geezy, the hottest of the hot
You can catch me posted in the middle of the block
Suited and booted, I'm bout it, ain't gotta prove it
I see it then I'ma do it, I up it then I'ma use it
And it's like that, don't think you gon' steal
a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back
We'll be right back, fuck you done it nigga
We treat beef like coke, we 2-for-1 a nigga
Them soldiers coming nigga, you hear 'em stumpin nigga
Your clips loaded about 100, it ain't no runnin nigga
You gon' get punished nigga, and your partners too
You in beef, so that mean they got it too
Now is they nuttin up, or they skettin out
You gon' see when that pressure come, they gon' rat you out
And once we find out, where ya layin at
That's when we come in 50 deep and scram that

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I keep peeps that will always, ride with me
I got beef so I always, ride with that
When I creep I always, ride with that
When we meet then ya know I'ma be, poppin that

[Verse 2]
You know I sleep and I eat it
I'm in the streets it ain't easy
All year round, where I'm from it's murder season
I keep mine close, always in grabbing reach
I heard they got a few niggaz talkin bout snatchin me, nabbin me
I ain't going for that, come with it, come get it
Last nigga tried, you know how it ended
Wig splitted, dun-diggidy, I'm bout this, I bang back
You ain't gotta wonder where them things at, they right here
I walk with em, ride with em, sleep with 'em
Fuck with me, I'ma show you I'm a fool when I creep with 'em
I'ma beast with em, Gizzle don't play, I'm a dog
AK's, Mack 11's, Tech 9's, got 'em all
Put your face on the wall, I'm lookin at that
Sayin how ya gon' let a nigga hit me from the back
You gotta think in the streets, don't trust nobody
If you ever caught hustlin, don't bust nobody

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
When death come close your eyes, you won't see that shit
Fuckin with Choppa City, nigga it's gon' be that shit
We bout that trigger play, partner you could leave that shit
I'm a uptown nigga, I'ma be that there
Bitch made type nigga, can't be that there
When there's money coming in, I'ma be right there
C-Vannis, Magnolia, I'ma be right there
With the 40 on my hip, the chopper 'cross the street
The sniper on the roof, keepin a eye on me
I'm a product of the street, I get it how I live
It is what it is so I get it how I live
I'm bout that guerilla warfare, I cock the nine back
I told her ? round, I'm bout the dime bags
Whatever you're thinking, don't try that
Cause where ya hide at, I'ma find that

[Chorus]

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

operater:
"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

[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

[Chorus]2x
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...

(B.G. Talking)

[Verse 1]
I was born 1980 September 3rd
thats the day checks come out and vics gets served
so you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain
my daddy had 3 brother that all gave me some game
they was raised in the projects I was born in the hood
I was raised on the block my mom did what she could
always got what I need sometimes I got a lil mo
but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough
I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade
it went to d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave
I was the class clown Christopher raise hair
I show my dick to them hoes and I get expelled
yeah I get punished I was supposed to be inside
I snuck out the back round the school fo lunch time
the police spotted me id break out and run
make em run behind me that was my way of having fun
somewhere in 87 might of been 88
I knew of Baby and Slim we was from round the same way
they moved a lot of weight but I aint gone tell it all *shhh*
I´m a cut this boy short cuz my moms was involved

(B.G. Talking)

[Verse 2]
You can put it together it was what it wasnt
nah cakes to be baked but she had cakes in the owen
she told me if I touch it that id fuck it up
if I knew what I know now i would of took it n cut it up
92 roll round thats when it got real
my daddy got set up kidnapped robbed and killed
Cash Money Records was started that same year
thats when my thuggin started I was gettin it how I live
my moma needed help I was outta control
the streets took me under I was on a dead end row
the hood barber stand knew Baby and hit him up
told him I had skills he needed to peep me up
he did that snatch me him Slim and Fresh was feelin me
took me to studio from that we made history

(B.G. Talking)

[Verse 3]
In the mid east of that I was doin my thang
and I met this four foot hustla they called him Lil Wayne
that was my lil nigga called my lil brotha
Baby drew a cross between us but I still love him
Universal up to deal we went to get mills
thats when nigga decided to not keep it real
I had a idea I didnt want to believe it
I wouldnt thought of it in a million years he'll do that to Geezy
I had a dope habbit and markie was on my back
so he turned his back but look how I shookback
you know how it go you get up when you fall
the streets all over they rooted for the underdog
I got Kizzle I got Snipe I got Gar on my team
and I got click of niggas ready for war on my team
from Detroit to Atlanta Texas and Nashville
play if you want and you see how the gat feel
that was all in my past L.T. dog I miss ya
its Uptown 4 life Chopper City Records the official

(B.G. Talking)

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen (Buh buh buh buh bip)
I have a special guest gangsta (Buh buh buh buh bip)
Back for the first time ya heard (Buh buh buh buh bip)
Along with Fresh

[Raps]
If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing

[Chorus]
I'm from the ghetto homey
I was raised on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip)
Dudes gotta leave, but you can stay shawty

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time)
And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn't a easy grind (grind)
Been through this, been through that, been through everything (everything)
But I'm real, so I still manage to do my thing (yep)
I held it down every since I came through the do' (do')
Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans)
You know the underdog always do it big

[Mannie Fresh]
Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid

[B.G.]
I'm getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling)
Matter fact, take a look in the parking lot (daaammnnn)
I'm representin the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it)
All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up)
All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care, that's nothin, grind don't stop (don't stop)
I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot)
I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot (unh unh)
Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot
And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top)
We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock)
I'm a real "G", career ain't near over
Got flooded, still representin VL and Magnolia (VL)
Still represent the whole New Orleans
Get it right and keep it right, I'm the Heart of Tha Streetz
My reputation speak for itself, it's all good
Any state, any block dawg I'm all good
All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up)
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: B.G.]
It ain't easy livin where the young die fast (fast)
It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance)
This rap shit too easy for me to go back
Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track
But I ain't lyin, the streets call sometime
I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound
And get 'em for bout two-hunned in H-Town
Forget it, I ain't even goin that route (fuck it)
I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it)
I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin'
I don't be trippin when the haters go to mean-muggin' (muggin')
I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (stuntin')
Now it's known by the whole world who a joke (joke)
He ain't a man, he got dreads you already know (Wayne)
All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up)
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up

[Chorus]

[Intro - B.G.]
What?
Yeah, what's up? (What it do?)
It's the Chopper City Boyz (Chop chop)
And we going to make the haters mad (Make them mad)
Look

[Chorus - Gar & B.G.]
[Gar]
Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags
Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad)
Make them mad (Make them mad)
And if you whipping something new
With some big old shoes when you be passing
Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad)

[B.G.]
Make them mad my nigga
Make them mad (Make them mad)
I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad)
You know I make them mad, man I got to make them mad (Make them mad)
Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad)

[Verse 1 - VL Mike]
Yeah I pop collars, and I pop tags
I got that Bentley thing, shorty be pushing a Jag'
Nigga I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good
Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood
Yeah I see him watching, I know he mad with me
But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me
I hit the club hard, then I hit the block
[Female] VL done copped something else
Girl you know how I rock

[Verse 2 - Gar]
Now when I pull up on the set
Them doors go up on the whip
Them big old loin hards sit up under three or four bricks
Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell
I'm bumping "Everyday I'm Hustlin" and they say
[Females] I can tell
Hell I, got to make them mad
And show my ass when I come through
I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle
And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexing my muscle
Busters do what you could, boy I do what I want do

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Sniper]
Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz
Because them Chopper City Boyz don't play (Okay)
Soon as I crept up on the scene (Clean)
Fellas looking jealous
Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil Steppa
Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is
I make them move like Ludacris
Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it
I'm doing it, pursuing it, wrist blue as a crowd
Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down

[Verse 4 - Hakizzle]
It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house
You know it
I got it, I ain't scared to show it (Yeah)
Whip sanction (Uh)
Roll the carpet (That's right)
Chopper City trying to see a diamond market (Believe it)
Ride in that Jag' expensive fare, we floss it (Yeah)
Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh)
It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle
And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 - B.G.]
Look, I'm on top and they hate it
Niggas made because I made it
It's a award for real niggas, I know I'm nominated
I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases
I whip it in trial every time, I ain't taking probation
I'm in another world, man I stay in that zone
I done proved to the world, that I can hold my own
Now I'm back with my homies, and we ready for war
Y'all ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar
I'm in the backfield, playing the sideline
In case I got to catch a nigga from the blindside
I got more ice than you got songs in your iPod
Triple black S550, that's how I ride
Oh you thought it was funny? Critics was full of doubt
You see how important Chopper City is to the south
I catch Wayne or Baby I might put a Glock in they mouth
Stop being mad because your time on the clock done run out

[Chorus]

[B.G.]
Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here
Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here
if you want it, you can get it my nigga-cause shit real round here
if you want it, you can get it my nigga-shit

[Verse 1 - B.G.]
Look if you ain't know ask somebody they'll tell you bout me
nothin fake, nothin fraud, nothin bitch about me
I'm a G I been runnin these streets since a youngin
since fourteen I been buckin, slangin heat ain't nothin
you want beef say somethin you can get it I ain't trippin
once it's on just know you better not let me catch you slippin
cause wherever we meet I'm a smash ya
broad day light or around the club I'm a get at ya
if you let me tip down on you nigga you chaptered
I guarantee ya that it's gon'be a closed casket
I'm bout this what's understood don't need to be explained
before the money and the fame I was a gangsta in the game
I ain't lyin when I tell you about me and my background
about me or my life style I ain't never backed down
I ain't never froze up, I ain't never turned state
I ain't never missed when I empty the clip out the K, nigga

[Chorus - B.G.Repeat 4X]
However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real
it's get it how you live - you could kill or be killed

[Verse 2 - B.G.]
It's never die, do or get did nothin less fuck with the kidd
get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest
nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit
you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit
I be on some all night flight, no sleep shit
me, my dogg and two K's fuck that four deep shit
we comin with it - hundred round drummin with it
you runnin from it - we runnin with it, you bitch ass niggaz ain't fuckin with it
I'm out c'here head first ready to go head up
walkin with ya head down, bound to get ya head bust
oh here the feds come I'm off the scene, off the block
I know to bust and move when it get hot
shut down the shop open up another on the other side of town
got yay and I got browns, Gizzle was a hustler and a headbuster all in one
don't get it twisted I do this rap shit for fun, ya heard

[Chorus - B.G.Repeat Till End]
However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real
it's get it how you live - you could kill or be killed