B.G.

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

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

[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it

[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money

(Ziggler the Wiggler talking)

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[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]

[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it

[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money

(Ziggler the Wiggler talking)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[Intro]
B. 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]

[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]

(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)

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

(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

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

(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

(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)
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

[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it

[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money

(Ziggler the Wiggler talking)

(B.G. Talking)

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

(B.G. Talking)

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

(B.G. Talking)

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

(B.G. Talking)

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

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

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

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

Chorus x2

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

Chorus x2

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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


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

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

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

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

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