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(Intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me? (no indeed no indeed) Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it (yes indeed yes indeed) Check it out.. (Verse 1) Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa If I don't know ya dont trust ya If I don't trust ya then fuck ya Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga (Chorus)x2 What cha wan do nigga How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in blood cuz Ya get it how ya live nigga (Verse 2) Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean? It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit Bust open the 911, let me take my hit Y'all done started, you can't quit I'm rushin with a monster blitz Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up (Chorus)x2 (Verse 3) All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you Me and my rounds come through set trippin Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given 50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke puttin change on niggaz brains behind me Chorus x3 |
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[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... |
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Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me First Verse: Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there, Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do? Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose, I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter, I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter, Hollows come out like blat-blatta I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed, Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room, First thing flinch I go boom, With the sweeper I sweep like a broom, Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out, The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought, You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin' I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin', So I can uh-abuse the bitch, Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand, Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man Chorus: On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man Second Verse: B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt, Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk, Puttin' faces on shirts, You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass, Fifty shots, out each clip we blast, Full of that trash, out the St. T, We mash on the gas, Hangin' out the window, hit the heat Apply pressure to yo head nigga, And little bullets take red from yo head nigga, Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga, But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga It's All On U, If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga? Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga? If you got beef would you squash it and eat it? Make a nigga bleed, or think it's cool and now you eatin' it? If you got beef would you try to sleep on it? If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie, If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga, Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga Chorus Third Verse: I come hard enough, ya feelin' me? Fa shiggedy, Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City, In each and every K we tote, they got fifty, So bring it on however you wanna bring it on, Yo block explode like a bomb, I'm dangerous and armed, The B.G. did it, I live til' I'm gone, I'ma H.B., and gotta get my shine on, So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you, Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do, I'm quick to leave all the choices on you, Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot, The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave, If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave, Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks, That's how the U.P.T. play it if we got beef, I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand, I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man, Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand. |
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