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from Romeo Must Die (로미오 머스트 다이) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2000)
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 |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L. with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me? and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it [Verse 1: B.G.] In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One real street niggas was respeccin how it come then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two you know the name of em it was All On U a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin now im back again aint a damn thing funny this album number eight Life After Cash Money (Ziggler the Wiggler talking) |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
(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) |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me
Ain't nobody wanna holla I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart Now everybody wanna holla If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla Chorus: Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla Verse 1: You know how it is when you ballin, everybody wanna holla But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners Niggas be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna fuck ya You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone You ain't working with nothing, they sayin they ain't home You sayin to yourself, Boy that hoe wrong I'ma get chu, Wait til I get my shit straight I'mma fix you I got a K beg for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up And while I'm doin that, I'm bout to fuck the game up A year ago, I was fucking my bangs up Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up The tables done turned, Now everybody wanna talk If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna talk Chorus Verse 2: When I was on my ass, Niggas was acting funny Niggas would shoot you and look what the dope done him Niggas done me bad, I couldn't get nothing Now they see me shining and holla "What Up Cousin?" Ain't nothing, better get the fuck on 'fore I sneak ya Only real niggas can holla at me for a feature Bitch niggas, I ain't fucking with y'all kind So don't attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope) I don't want cha number (Nope), I don't wanna be your friend (Nope) I don't want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep) I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move And I feel like Ludacris, Bitch you better move Get out the way, While I'm walking through If you ain't real, I dont wanna talk to you Chorus (Talking) Ooh they got these niggas Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks Go to the feds looking at life Be home in about 3 years You know something ain't right with that Chorus 2: Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Ya done got an early release Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I know you work for the police Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla Verse 3: Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey You don't know who is who, the game done got shady Niggas play hard, get popped and start faking Get off the deal of rap, They hop up and take it Look up next week, Ya shops getting raided Scared to go to the pen, they know they can't make it Calling me collect, I'm hanging up in they face Trying to talk in codes, I know the carbon trace I ain't the one to play, I know you can't be trusted (No) Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah) Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw I thought you was a G, you ain't as real as I thought (Ooh) You went against the code, You disrespected game You lost your ghetto past going against the grain Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh Huh) Chorus 2 |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
[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 |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
(B.G. Talking)
Whats Happening It's Lil B Gizzle (Check Me Out) Ying Yang Twins (Oh Yeah) And We need a hot girl I'm tellin you we want you to do it like this Ying Yang Twins [B.G.] Bounce u booty, shake your ass hoe (Work, work, work that back) Take ya clothes off hoe (Work, work, work that back) If you down with that city (Work, work, work that back) If you ain't scared of this dick (Work, work, work that back) [Chorus: Ying Yang Twins] Bounce that booty like a basketball (What) Hoe get crunk, and hold the wall Lord (Ooh Lord) Lord (Ooh Lord) Lord (Ooh Lord) Lord (Ooh Lord) Hoe, shake it like the renters do (What) Naked while you talkin hoe, I ain't saying shit to you No (Ooh No) No (Ooh No) No (Ooh No) No (Ooh No) B.G. (D-Roc): I'm a gangsta, I like a nasty ass hoe When we make it happen, you know exactly how it go First nut I bust, hear she a pro I ain't gotta ask, it goes straight down the throat I'm a hot boy, you know what I expect A hot girl with good sex and good neck I'm a g, I'm a player, I'm a pimp, I'm a mack I wanna see you work that back Lay it down, hit the club, hit the floor Catch the wall, later on shake it off and break it off Let me and my niggaz fuck you like a dog and we gonna fuck you like a doll Say D-Roc you got one, I got one (Yep) My hoe said you could get fuck if your hoe say I can fuck (Yep) Let's talk nigga, you know I'm fine with it (Alright) Let's get them hoes together, make 'em get wild with it (Alright) [Chorus] (Kaine) Why you talking like a superstar, All the ass and titties Bitch, I give a damn who you are While we at the nudie bar Shorty said I'm being rude for her Ain't shit I could do for her She the one butt naked in the club Talking bout I'm disrespectful, let's fuck I just want my dick sucked We be chancing, D-Roc have some big farmers in the trunk (D-Roc) Must be jelly cause jam shake like that I'm the cold, baby back your ass up on that Let me see if your pussy fat Touch it where your private at Is you cool with that? Cause you bouncin that booty like you riding the dick Got me wanna fuck, dick hard and shit It's on you if you bout a bitch Fuck all that nasty shit, get nasty bitch [Chorus] [B.G.] I'm a hot boy, real hot dick nigga Travel from state to state, Hoes jock this nigga Working with hot mouth, you got this nigga I'm a G, jackoff let you watch this nigga When I skeet, gotta play left field (Splash) Catch it in your mouth, wipe a little in your ear Keep it real, Even let you bring a friend (Alright) She see how I work you, best she wanna join in [Chorus] |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
(B.G. Talking)
What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your #1 Hot Boy and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what I'm saying and we bout to fuck the game up on some real nigga shit. Look [B.G.] I'm official in any neck of the woods I could hop out on any step in any hood Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad A click of niggaz with choppers in black with ski masks I'm a coach so I play the sideline Let Kizzle go and snipe at these niggaz that out of line I'm a hot boy, people know whats happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory I could do that, shit real round here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic You don't know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya heard me [Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the 22's, We on factory (B.G. Talking) Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real Nigga What's Happenin (Hakim) I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house Now I know how I'm livin with real thugs in my house If I ain't on chrome, your bitch still gonna jock me (Fa Real) Man I'm on fact and that nigga still gonna knock me You hate niggaz, y'all really need to stop it I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20 Earrings worth 10, bitch the whip cost 100 100 in the case, 17 in the glock Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster A 100% real nigga, look me up and down Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town [Chorus] (Gar) Fuck pushing 10 whips, I spin in the wide track Bitches still get side-tracked Ain't got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle Actually factory got me with a whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell and the bullets sell and your body in hell and shot 'em villians and pulled off alot in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers thats how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from runnin straight (Sniper) Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory I'm Lo Pro, foul, dicksuckers no longer be harassin me Niggaz actually trippin thinking a nigga Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits and the set of sprewells, man they slippin I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be passing me I just got my package from the west right back to the east [Chorus] (Ziggler The Wiggler) Yeah, You pullin up at the light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You pullin up at the club Jumping out with brand new shirts on And she say gimme some money You can't even keep your phone on Nigga we on factory behind them old 10s with 20 stacks in our pocket nigga This Ziggler the Wiggler baby and we kicking the door open for some real niggaz You understand me, Guess what? All them real niggaz, you got a chance now baby and we out, oh boy |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
(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 |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
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] |
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from B.G. - Life After Cash Money (2004)
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this is for that niggas that be all that mopin all that yappin all that talkin (talkin) this niggas will be all barkin no body hurd me stunt that ass stuntin (b.g.) see where i'm from we huslle to make a livin from riving surfing what eva u name it then gizzle did it what eva bringing the chedda i'm with i gota get it for outa the take amerence i'm still x on forgeting on this i'm on the block when is barpin on when it snow when it rainy or sunny bringing keys to detroit in snow holla was havin water and hollin whut up dog them bows 1300 them blocks is 20fo i aint no bruket in the game i'm a pro soon as i jump of the powch phoebe show me how u go that was in 92 see by 90fo i was cookin cuttin em win in the grind getting do man all my life i'm gonna be a street nigga as long i'm in the game i play for keys nigga i catch a nigga playin i'm bringing that heat nigga most of these niggas be spying u want no beef nigga (chorus)x2 u talkin shit nigga hold that thought all be right back wit that mac i might to dispose that thought let me see whatcha was thinking u wanted to be smart u brains is in the street now nigga u sleep naw (b.g vers 2) nowa days i try to lay wit'em to be cool but this fuckers be trippin straight dis respecting tha rules and they know i'm a dawg with ma hand on a 2 i dont know what they choose still testin dus but i now what ima do since i got too much to lose and ma chopper city boys they twikin to act a fool twikin to grap them chopper twikin to cut'em lose twikin to leave ya sip full bollas wit out a clue twikin to hang yo family criving saying the blues twikin to tell you that them was all on u i aint the want to be fucking with but if u bout money i'm the one who you should try to plug off cant get this money with i'm on some other shit but if u cross my line i turn back to hit bus and quick and spit a nigga shit i bet i pis out a nigga with this bullets like a bet the pis out betch chorus)x2 u talkin shit nigga hold that thought all be right back wit that mac i might to dispose that thought let me see whatcha was thinking u wanted to be smart u brains is in the street now nigga u sleep naw (b.g. vers 3) talk behind ma back in the street i'm a hip howdy keep ma it in the streets so i'm gonna hip howdy and i bet when i catch ya they gonna hip howdy if i had laid out the streets like a lil childy and found it man i'm a fool with it and if them poeple come and question me i'm a say i had nothing to do with it i dont no who did it but he had a big mouth that nigga was always called lose lipping chorus)x3 u talkin shit nigga hold that thought all be right back wit that mac i might to dispose that thought let me see whatcha was thinking u wanted to be smart u brains is in the street now nigga u sleep naw |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
(David Banner talking)
I wish I had my pistol. Miggas, think the south is a fad nigga. I went back and picked up my nigga B.G. We gon crank this mug. Soutside motherf**ker!!!! Chorus Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for) Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! (war) What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (B.G.) They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. Verse 1 (David Banner) I'm hittin you bitches, With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead. I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch. Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth. Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass, Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast. This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas. That's ten shots, ten pops from a f**king glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me David Ban. The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. Bitch!!! Chorus Verse 2 (B.G.) Nigga, where I'm from, All we do is kill and hustle, If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're stash took, The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted. I'm out here, half the time I dont sleep. How Imma sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef. On my block it's war; we live like we in Pakistan, I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands. I give it how you want it; I take it how it come. They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun I been a little soldier; I been a little beast. I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me. Chorus Verse 3 (David Banner) When I pray, I dont know what to say. Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day. A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through ***** Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm. Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam, Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John Imma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga. (B.G.) My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now. I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now. Im on the block with it, I'm in the club with it. Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it. Chorus |
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from B.G. - We Got This (2007)
[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L. with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me? and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it [Verse 1: B.G.] In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One real street niggas was respeccin how it come then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two you know the name of em it was All On U a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin now im back again aint a damn thing funny this album number eight Life After Cash Money (Ziggler the Wiggler talking) |
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from B.G. - We Got This (2007)
[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] |
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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz Vol.2 (2006)
[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L. with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me? and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it [Verse 1: B.G.] In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One real street niggas was respeccin how it come then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two you know the name of em it was All On U a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin now im back again aint a damn thing funny this album number eight Life After Cash Money (Ziggler the Wiggler talking) |
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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz Vol.2 (2006)
[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] |
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[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] |
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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz Vol.2 (2006)
[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 |
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[Talking]
[Paul Wall] What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House [B.G.] And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz [Paul Wall] it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw [B.G.] H-Town, N.O. connection [Paul Wall] knah'im'talkin [B.G.] Let's go! [Chorus - Yung Redd] I know you hate when I get tired of that slab - then switch to another my partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st - stutter) it's the state I'm in that'll tell you I'm a hustler (hustler) I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab [Verse 1 - B.G.] You know me B.Geezy from way back before they made the Phanthom's, or they made the Maybach's it was Impala this - it was 'Lac that it was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up you can stay at home if ya whip ain't whipped up cause you done slipped up hoes ain't even peepin' if ya shit ain't mean, and ya grill ain't blingin' I'm comin hard dogg everyday of the week black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep the black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over the camoflauge truck it's representin solider [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Paul Wall] Move out the way baby boy here I come I'm the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young I'm on the boulevard holdin'workin wood grain wheel top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill the car fresh out the wash no soap, just water turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter I'm a head turner flippin in my old school dropper tippin down on 8 - 4's look, oh so proper I'm flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract them hoes don't know how to act - I'm hoggin lane in the Lac and I'm a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack...baby [Chorus] [Verse 3 - B.G.] If you can get it, I got it...if you have it, I had it from the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi ridin'fly no doubt twenty - fo's and up I'm ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup I'm a down south boy you know we shine you workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla(waaahhh) my pockets on swoll, my whip on beam I started that shit so you know my wrist bling I went to H - Town to see Paul Wizzy I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty got diamonds from the bottom - to the top of my grill these couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill [Chorus] |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
(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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
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 |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
("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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
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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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[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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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz (2006)
(feat. Ziggler the Wiggler)
(talking) It's like I'm the Heart Of Tha Street Knah'im'sayin you already know a body can't operate without a heart Knah'im'sayin so if the heart stop then the street stops bumpin (Verse 1) if you could catch me not strapped nigga you good come out the house without the pistol I wish I would haters would love to catch me slippin but nigga please I know these streets to well they a part of me I'm a fool I feel like I'm the best I take ya old lady-get my name tatted on her chest I leave the ass soaked, I leave the pussy wet I give her back to you then move on to who next I hold the block down green, white, and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's go! (Chorus) When I was young man I got lost in the streets but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz When I was young man I got lost in the streets but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz When I was young man I got lost in the streets but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz When I was young man I got lost in the streets but now my heart in the streetz-man I'm the heart of the streetz (Verse 2) All the hood niggaz feel me and I ain't hard to find since I got money-the hood is where I still be post up ciggerette hangin from my lip glock in my pocket you see it I extended the clip no joke-nigga no game dogg it's all real with me it's no playin I walk it how I talk it, I play it how it go only three words I tell them people is "I-Don't-Know" you say you 'bout this, you say you 'bout that I heard nigga bust at you and you ain't bust back you say you so this, you say you so that I did an investigation nigga you ain't sold jack what's that? (Chorus) (Verse 3) Man I sleep with the tigers, I eat with the bears however you want it believe that I can take it there it's real in the field dogg, kill or be killed homes pop or get popped up-walk or get walked on steal or get stole dogg-pimp or get pimped nigga shake or get shook dogg...flip or get flipped nigga step or get stepped on pop or get popped up watch what you say on the phone will get you locked up shoot or get shot dogg, do or get done nigga if you a man always stand and never run nigga that's how I play it man Gizzle a G if you ain't know (uh oh) man I'm the heart of the street (Chorus) |
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[Intro]
B. Gizzle (Gizzle) Chopper City (Chop chop) Let's Go (let's go) [Verse 1] If nigga know me, nigga know I keep it all the way street I'm thugged all the way out And I'm bout whatever you bout I keep it all the way real Tell it just how it is You don't like it that's ya problem, Imma speak what I feel I'm on the block when it's hot, I'm on the block when it's cold On the block when it's bumpin, I'm on the block when it's slow Bout that money my nigga, I be chasin it heavy You want beef, tell me when, Imma be there when you ready You ain't got nothin to tell me (uhh uhh), really don't wann be bothered (uhh uhh) You a fake ass nigga, we got nothin in common When I say I'm a hundred nigga I'm every percent Either I fuck wit you or not, I ain't gon strattle the fence Nigga cuff yo bitch, I got some good ass dick Best keep her from round me, I fuck her and her friend (believe it) If I touch her you through (through), my nigga ya done (done) every time you try to fuck she ain't gon want none [Chorus] I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) Girl gimme dat pussy, I know what to do wit it (do wit it) Man I'm a hustla (hustla), I keep it gutta maine (gutta maine) Give me a week, I been done ran through a hunned thangs (a, a hunned thangs) Man I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) Girl gimme dat pussy, I know what to do wit it (do wit it) Man I'm a hustla (hustla), I keep it gutta maine (gutta maine) Give me a week, I been done ran through a hunned thangs (a hunned thangs) [Verse 2] When I'm talkin it's real, When I'm talkin ya listen (listen) You wann define hot boy, I'm ya best definition I'm a all-around hustla (hustla), that there mean whateva I could get it, weight it, cook it, move it, believe what I tell ya That's why street niggaz dap me (dap me), my hoes wann hug me (hug me) My mexican plug love me 'cause we all get money I be holdin it down, been around for a minute I got nine or ten albums, and I ain't nowhere near finished I feel I'm just gettin started, got a long way to go I wanted Bush to go, it'll be a long four more Unless he pass a bill, to legalize this pimpin Or let that dope come through without the feds interferrin Man the law be trippin, always makin it hot (hot) On my block, it's the criminals versus the cops So nigga tell me what's up, let me know what it be If you a busta ass nigga then you ain't like me cause Imma [Talking] Imma hustla If you want work come see me Yo man ain't treatin you right come see me [Chorus] [Verse 3] If you want it, I got it If I ain't got it I can get it (get it) When you get it and serve it to the fiends they gon feel it (feel it) I don't be a dawg nigga, I don't stomp on it (on it) I give it to ya raw and let you put cut on it I travel with my hustlas down south to up north (north) I don't post up long that's how niggaz get caught (caught) I don't post up long that's how get draw attention And if I get popped again, I'm headed to penitentiary So I stick and move, hit and miss, handle business, get in the wind Gimme a week, I sell it all, I'm right at my connect again Nigga know my status, I be thuggin for real I don't depend on rap, I be hustlin for real [Chorus] |
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