B.G.

[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it

[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

(Chorus 2x)

[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

(Chorus 2x)

[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

(Chorus 4x)

[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself
'Cause they got a lot of problems

[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?)

(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

[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

[B.G.]
Uh-come on
Juvie
Are you ready?

[Juvenile]
Uh-huh

[B.G.]
These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad
They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass
I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe
All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night
I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends
Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz
I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts
Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up
Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips
Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips
Come back.. later.. try once.. more
Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go
I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang
Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games
Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine
I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes
So,

(Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile])
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut
Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut

[Juvenile]
Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes
Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds
I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T
B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three
Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist
Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice
Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push
Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch
Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good
Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood
Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth
Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week
I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed
A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed
You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game
Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain

(Chorus2x)

[Juvenile]
Look at that.. there.. she big.. find
She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine
[B.G.]
It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip
Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped
[Juvenile]
She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well
And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell
[B.G.]
I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog
We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls
[Juvenile]
It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first
Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt
[B.G.]
Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop
Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga
[Juvenile]
I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go
Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes
[B.G.]
We play.. that.. just like.. g's
Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three
So,

(chorus 2x)

Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut
Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut
Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut

[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

Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black
Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off
Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me

First Verse:

Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there,
Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair
I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose,
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter,
I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter,
Hollows come out like blat-blatta
I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed,
Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room,
First thing flinch I go boom,
With the sweeper I sweep like a broom,
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound
When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out,
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought,
You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin',
So I can uh-abuse the bitch,
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand,
Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man

Chorus:

On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man,
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man

Second Verse:

B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt,
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk,
Puttin' faces on shirts,
You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass,
Fifty shots, out each clip we blast,
Full of that trash, out the St. T,
We mash on the gas,
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head nigga,
And little bullets take red from yo head nigga,
Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga,
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga
It's All On U,
If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga?
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga?
If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a nigga bleed, or think it's cool and now you eatin' it?
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?
If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie,
If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga,
Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga

Chorus

Third Verse:

I come hard enough, ya feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy,
Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti
You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City,
In each and every K we tote, they got fifty,
So bring it on however you wanna bring it on,
Yo block explode like a bomb,
I'm dangerous and armed,
The B.G. did it, I live til' I'm gone,
I'ma H.B., and gotta get my shine on,
So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you,
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do,
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you,
Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot,
The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave,
If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave,
Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks,
That's how the U.P.T. play it if we got beef,
I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand,
I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man,
Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand.

[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]

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

First Verse: {B.G.}

Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all
Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall
Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang
If some fuckin' drama jump act a fool with yo bank
Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushin' from they dome
Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash
Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass
You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck
Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up

Verse Two: {E. Vicious}

See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99
I want all my fuckin' money but bitch you got to die
Nigga

Verse Three: {B.G.}

The game ain't the same you can't be lame
You got to be a true thug ain't let yo fuckin' nuts hang
A nigga like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig
Stank bitch can suck my dick motherfuck a pussy pig
I straight handle my business and I strap my gat
Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's
Down for my stacks

Chorus: {E. Vicious}

I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack
I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack
I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack

Verse Four: {E. Vicious}

It's some fucked up shit with all this fuckin' killin'
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin'
Watchin' niggas kill niggas over doppin' bitches
And these so called gangsters turned snitches
But I don't get involved with that dumb shit
I want the bitches, the riches and the power to run shit
So dog ass hoes don't even step to me
If you don't suck dick or pay bills you ain't no help to me
Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under
Yeah I'm that nigga wonder and I ain't takin' shit
>From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up
So bitches you can run up
Peep this situation about this bitch that I know
Never gave my play but heard me on the radio
She wants to know what I've been doin' all the time
You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes
I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago
Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow
Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a attitude
You ain't know the Vicious on the come up move

Verse Five: {Baby}

My niggas gave me love my niggas gave me dubs
My niggas watch me come up from a motherfuckin' scrub

Verse Six: {E. Vicious}

So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas
Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes and pullin triggers
Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
Motherfuckin' brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a fuck about these dog ass hoes
Black I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks

Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan}

You know it's all about money bitch
Smokin' on that chronic gettin' buzzed out
Drinkin' on that gin and juice a blunt hangin' from my mouth
I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile
The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fuckin' p nile
Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog ass
Started sellin' hats I went to countin' bundles of cash
Got out of jail again caught myself a felony
I knew I should have listened to what the fuck my mama was tellin' me
Then seven months of fuck school and den I rolled out
Started missin' money so that's why the fuck I moved out
Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive
When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed twenty-five
I'm on the map now to teach you'll a lesson
I'm bustin' caps, cops try'na take my Smith n Wesson man
Blok Boom on that ass again introduce you to a lil' friend
I swore to crack that I was gonna be gettin' paid fast
Gettin' paid cash then I blast nigga
I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back
I'm on that ass down for my fuckin' stacks

(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

[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]

[First Verse-B.G.]
A nigga tried to test my nuts
Clown thought I was soft
Drumma had ten clicks
So you know I had to knock his head off
Caught him slipping on the darkside
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fucken clown die
Bitch, Don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G
Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold
Situation bout this nigga
Make at a thousand plugs and slow
He shouldn't killed me for his dick
I'm gon' play him like a hoe
The nigga deserved to be killed
Tried to play me like im not real
But I'ma pop a Red then chop ya
Yes, that cap got peeled
I had no motha fucken love
Man I'm down to plug
'Cuz I'm a gangsta off Valence
A true fucken thug

[Hook-B.G.]
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street

[Second Verse-Lil' Wayne]
Niggas be tryin to creep
So you better watch your back
Fore a Holly Grove nigga run all in your set
So much love for them niggas out that Y 17
That Holly Grove in affect, its all good
It goes...check it...
'H' is for High
Like we always get
We gettin blunted, sessed, smokin Bobo Bush
Then the 'O' is for Olly, bracin real, real niggas
Double 'L' is for Low Life
Who love to pull the trigga
The 'Y' is for Yes y'all
Yes, Yes, my brotha
I'm Baby G from that Grove motha fucka
The 'G' is for Gat
The 'R' is for Ratta tat!
I'm his back Boom Boom Boom
'Cuz its like that
'O' is for Only
Only Holly Grove
The 'V' is for Villion
Them wild, wild, soljas
'E' is for Eagle
Yes the Eagles took me through some real, real, gangstas
Out the Y 17

[Hook-B.G.]
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle

[Third Verse-B.G.]
Its hard
But I still gotta stand like a man
Gotta strap
Gotta watch out
'Cuz jealous niggas on my ass
Try'na bring me down
But I ain't got no more that you got
I'm strugglin like you
Tryen' to stack a motha fucken lot
I stop you in your tracks
No thug when you fucken touched
Stay yo grounds when you a thug
Be a true fucken thug
Ready to blast any nigga in yo way
You got a fucken K
So don't hesitate to use yo K
Boom chocka', Boom chocka', Boom to the head
Makin sure the bitch is dead
Like a thug then you fled the fucken scene
When cop uh, try to stop uh
You always, try to pop uh
But if they run to yo clip
Then motha fuckas got ta' droppa
Thats just how it is
Somebody will get plugged
'Cuz I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fucken thug

[Hook-B.G.]
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street

[Fourth Verse-Lil' Wayne]
We slangin ou-r dope
Clocken much, much dollars
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo by the hour
Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know
That I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'Cuz my game is to go...
Just to Eagle Street
Hussler - I can never lose my self
'Cuz them niggas in the Grove
I know they all got my back
Just the 17 - thang
Its all about that Holly Grove
So throw yo hands up
So I can knock out all you hoes
You runnen 'round talken - you's a slugged up nigga
But when I get through
You just a bone-mouth nigga
Try'na explain to them everything
But they don't understand a word
Blood flyin everywhere
Was all they they seen
And all they heard
So you better fill your mouth
With that fake retainer
Messin 'round with a villian
I'ma put you in somethang
So take my advice
And see yo way at the Grove
You uh push some real villians
And you die like a stove
Just a real, real hustler out that Y 17
McDonald wit that Holly Grove
Thats that gangsta Eagle Street

[Hook-B.G.]
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street

[Fifth Verse-B.G.]
A hustla
They chill and live they thug life on that V. Street
A gangsta
No busta represent that fucken 13th
Bad like a motha fucka
Shitted nigga come and rap strap wit that fucken Tec
When I'm chillen' on the set
That 9-5 has got to be locked
So a nigga jump-shot
On my block you will get mugged
'Cuz there's 'bout a hundred thugs
T-H-U-G thats the life a nigga live in
Always down for killen
Hollows, niggas peelin
Drugs, is niggas dealin
You gots to be real'n
Sleepin 'round that Val. its yo life a nigga's stealin
But fuck it now nigga, the B.G. is in affect
From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen on the set

[Hook-B.G.]
I'm a Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street

And my gangsta ways
They hung off they guns
And made it to the grave
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit

Verse:

Listen I got real niggas that love me, fake niggas thats hatin?, mad bitches that want me
Mad bitches that want me, snitch niggas is waitin?
Old G?s sayin? how I remind them on how they used to be
If you never heard of me yet
Better get used to me
Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide
The mo? pussies that run, the mo? Imma ride
Cause since Poppa died, I was starin? eye to eye
With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize
I was young & blind cutting class wastin? time
Til? my nigga introduced me to that other side
He said listen you plan out what you wanna do
You out thinkin? you grown you got a lot to prove
Ain?t nuttin? free in this world
You gotta take it fool, you wanna roll
Good here?s a 22
You see them niggas right there
Shoot them
And ever since that day, I?ve been a shooter

Hook:

Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit

BG Verse

Oh, I?m a baby gangsta, you name it I done it
You heard the hook nigga, I?m the definition of it
I came my own way, been wildin? since 13
Soon niggas get in line if you wanna mirk me
Lets take it to the streets
Where I started it
Where half the city wanted for murder charges there
I?m dressed in all black
Baseball hat
Gorilla Suit nigga that?s what I call that

I never been a rat
And I don?t fuck with the lame
I took lost bounce bitch and charged it to the game
Always been the same
I ain?t never gon? change
When I?m in beef you know I gotta let my nuts hang
I come from down south, on them back streets
I bet you I?ll wack a nigga before you wack me
Nigga go get ______, yeh fuck w/ me
You know a gangsta and a hustlah is all I?ll ever be

Hook:

Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit

Verse:

Look I got killers around me
Drug dealers around me
Real talk don?t bring no bird niggas around me
I get bullet proof love if thugs fuck with me
I act up because the goons run with me
A nigga play he gon? it cause Imma headshot him
They say I move like Tut before the Feds got him
I?m a gang leader, in a white wife beater
Tattered black flagged up In a two seater
Bitches notice me by the scar, know its me
The four fifth in my coatsleeve, coatsleeve
I?ve been to jail before
That?s what hell is dog
My niggas back and forth like it?s a damn resort
This is for my niggas that grind and have pistols on them
Don?t play with police we draw pistols on them
The game really fucked up
When they let crooks in
I?m comin? through screamin? BROOKLYN

Hook:

Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I?m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit

("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!")

[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night
This is my life
Everybody know I be on tha flight
To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong
Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong
Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!"
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich."
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves
And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard
Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh
You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea
Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be
Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me
With my T-shirt and Rees on
Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
Sip it
Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?)
Chrome MAC diply (what?)
Automatic spitty (what?)
I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me (huh?)
Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?)
Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?)
Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?)
Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?)
Don't play with them shots again (oh)
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month
See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust."
Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust
Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust
I'll blow a hole in your guts
And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh)
You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh)
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh)
I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh)
Look, I'm straight thuggin'
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'
I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'
That ain' nothin'
It's Weezy Weez
I show off behind cheese
Get full of trees
Here I come, you better leave

(Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)]
Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that)
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that)
I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that)
You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that)
I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!)
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?)
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh)
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho')
Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin')
If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin')
I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four
Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that
I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back
Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute
Put tha gat down
But don't think I still won't act, busta

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to do me
This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]2x
I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some fuckin clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight
But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know I'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you fuckin heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin serve
A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]2x

[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash
When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on
So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]4x

(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]

[Intro: B.G. Talking]
Whats hapnin mayne ( whats hapnin )
Say, I got my game up
You know what I'm sayin so
I need ya'll to get ya'll game up
You know what I'm sayin
If you ridin 20s I want you to go on do 24s
You know what I'm sayin
If you got a pinky ring on one pinky
You know what I'm sayin
Go head slap a pinky on the other pinky
You know what I'm sayin
If you got 5 karats in your watch
Go on head on and put 10 karats in there, mayne
Help me to get ya game up
Get ya game up
Ya heard me

[Verse 1: B.G.]
If you know me than you know I'm a beast
If you know me than you know I don't be lyin when I tell ya I gotta cheat
If you know me than you know I'm a G
If you don't want your ol lady to get fucked don't bring her around me
Man, I'm hotter than you ever will be
Dawg I'm realer, just cooler, so smoother than you ever could be
I always put the hood in my rap
Cause I ride through the trap, no strap, hoe face in my lap
I'm a man I be holdin my own
Disrespect me if you want and I could promise you a whole in ya dome
I'm off the block when they play for keeps
And I was taught don't ride wit a nigga who ain't solid wit me
You got somethin to say then say it to me
Don't talk behind my back, be a man homie brang it to me
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up

[Chorus: B.G]
Get ya game up
Nigga get ya game up
If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up
Get ya game up
Nigga get ya game up
If it cost less than 10 then put ya chain up
Get ya weight up
Nigga get ya weight up
You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up
Get ya weight up
Nigga get ya weight up
You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up

[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I went from broke to rich
Rich to back do'
Broke then back to gettin 20 thousand a show
I went from weed to dope
Dope to speed ballin'
Cleaned myself for me I'm a fuckin moneyholic
Hoes just love how I carry myself
I look in the mirror sometimes and wanna marry myself
I be lookin when a nine got this swag to myself
Most of it came from my daddy, a lil' Slim left
I'm a fool from the UPT
When I ask Hot Girls, What it do
They say do it to me
I'm official anywhere on the globe
I could travel around the world in 30 days with 30 different hoes
Man, I'm back and I'm outta control
Man, I'm floodin the bank until they see they can't hold no mo'
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: B.G.]
I ain't a mobbster, but Gizzle is made
I'm a tell ya, real niggas respect the game
Bustas feel played
Real niggas can go in hood
Cause real niggas do what they want, bustas do what they could
On the real, I'm like the law of the streets
I could pull up, hop out, and leave my keys in the car on the streets
Nigga know what come behind fuckin wit me
Mo' murder, mo' kill, mo' headbussin' fuckin wit me
So I advise you to stay on your level
Niggas stay in your place
Be smart just stay out the way
Dawg, just stay in your league
Cause its alot of lions, tigers, and bears
Runnin through these trees
And believe, I'm the king of the jungle
I'm the coach of the team
I can't mess wit the scope and a beam
Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
Please, stop hatin', start paper chasin' and get ya game up

[Chorus]

Verse 1 (B.G.)

Uh huh
In my city nigga life like a chess game
Uptown anybody could be next mane
I switch lanes on em
Reverse the game on em
Its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em
Ive been out shit
Survived the worst shit
I mean i was really on some heat first shit
Stalked a nigga put him on a t shirt shit
Then go to the funeral and carry the herse shit
Yeah its real in the field nigga and what

I still hustle shine and get my sex up
I still grind fuck em what ima slack what
They pop drama but they bounce right back uh

Chorus (2)
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
You know where the licks at nigga where the bricks at

Verse 2 Soulja slim

[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!

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..

(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)

(intro)
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

I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell.
And right then and there it's no hope
cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.
Can't survive in the Compton city.
And fool thats bet.
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set.
Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to.
Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you
straight off the mutherfuckin block.
Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked.
geah, who gives a fuck about another.
Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers.
Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under.

(scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under.)

Now I'm a few ages older
got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder.
And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part,
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart.
Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality.
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker.
Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit.
Fool, and ready die for this shit.
One times can't fade the gang tuff.
Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough.
I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under.

Chorus:
+(police is hot, so I'm watching my back...)

I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin'
Times heard this brother pulled a 187.
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime.
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine.
Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G,
because how the odds are looking, its either him or me.
So I loads up the strap and I step
cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.
Revenge. That's what its all about.
See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out.
Stare the fool down with the eye contact.
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt.
Blast was the sound that one times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder.
Was it worth it I've always wondered.
Maybe if the hood didn't take me under.

Geah, this going out to all the niggas,
It's going out to my niggas.
Its going out to all the niggas,
My nigga Mike T

[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)]
[M.F.] Wuz up?
[B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin')
B.G. 'bout to run it
[M.F.] B.Geezy in here
[B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke--
([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) --and loaded?
([M] Run it to 'em <Run it to 'em>)
Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga)
Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain)
Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things <Have things>),
and be sober, or be loaded with nothin'
([M] For sho' <For sho'>)
Off top ([M] Run that there <Run that there>)

[B.G.]
I live rough - I done had enough of doin' bad
If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass
Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard
And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart
And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block
And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops
I try to clock 'cause that's all I know and slingin'
But I got my Glock 'cause ain't no hangin' there if you ain't bangin'
Gunshots be ringin', but I bump and bust 'til I let 'em know
I ain't no ho, and I ain't 'bout to start bein' no ho
I smoke herb tryin' to calm my motherfuckin' nerves
But I'm stressed, and so (???)'ll leave ya on the curb
I asked a nigga that I know to front a quarter bird
But I smoked dope again - he said that's what he heard
Now that's jeopardizin', that nigga brains blown away
Niggas playa-hatin' - What kinda shit is that to say?
Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??)
in a hurry
I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry
You better worry if you're dippin' your nose in mine
Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line
I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times

(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Now, maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober

[B.G.]
I want it - I'm pickin' your lock, comin' through blastin'
Gotta feed the animal - this bitch gots to have it
Where I'm from, there's no jive and you must be a survivor
Niggas ain't relyin' on no nine-to-fiver
Ruckus, beef, the ghetto is all I know
Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know
Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through
And this K will slow you down - any vest it will go through
My hood is tainted-up, it's full of pollution
Snortin' was last year - now a motherfucker shootin'
Stickin' they arm up, not givin' a fuck
Tryin' to jack the armored truck, not givin' a fuck
Around my way, it's a residential project
We all thuggin', so just look around and see who die next
Man, I'm out the Melph - What am I supposed to do?
Stand alone, gotta watch these niggas close to you
I'm rappin', now I'm makin' money - I can't duck my niggas
Get vacated, don't come around to say fuck my niggas (Enough of that)
The same niggas that'll drown in that water for me
Slow down, and'll spank a nigga daughter for me
We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix
We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit
I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme
You can't stop crimes 'cause Uptown is hard times

(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Now, maybe I could still live in a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

[B.G.]
That heroin hit my block; opened it like a earthquake
Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday
Some snortin', and some spikin' it
That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it
That (???), that shit is still sweet
But you gon' get your money's worth in that Saint T.
Or on Philip and C., or atop that CP3
But the B.G....workin' on kickin' that D
Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change?
Can I...maintain and do this rap thing?
Yo, can I...kick it?

[Mannie Fresh]
Yes, you can

[B.G.]
Well, I'm gon' kick it - You bitches understand?
I'ma get my n's deep and...buy me a truck
Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck
I'ma let mine hang - let the Desert Eagle sing
Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang
Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine
Push that big Expedition and get through hard times, nigga

(Hook-3x [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
Keep your nose closed, ya heard me (ya heard me, ya heard me)
Off top (Off top, Off top)

[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!

[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&nbsp;??? 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)

[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&nbsp;??? 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)

[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&nbsp;??? 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)