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B.G.
nigg* you peepin, 'cause I'm peepin for creepin
I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange
Ya fkin brain
Carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fkin head bust
Wuz up, I freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigg* is where I leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin
Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles paper chasin
I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play
I had to spank a nigg* believin what a b*tch say
Like K.C., I don't play
Spin a nigg* bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the K
Leave ya set a straight disaster
Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty
No clues, I can't be caught
I can't be found, it's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do
I leave a nigg* flesh hangin from his chest
'Cause the best that he dressed
Couldn't fk with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black Connection 226 start static
Comin out a nigg* attic leavin holes in ya carriage
I ride all night 'til I catch a b*tch
And when I catch, I auto matic wet ya b*tch
Bullet
It's that nigg* off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the b*tch fader
Bullets graze ya, nigg* I tried to erase ya
Pick the casket, dump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown
UPTOWN!!!
That is my destination
And murderin motherfkers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to fk wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that wild TC
Good bye, better yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo b*tch ass, then I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask
226 tattoed on my over my heart
This here mark means that I was down from the start
Releasin them cop killers and body peelers
I got ya, you b*tch
Now it's time for me to drop ya
Lil' Wayne
Head shots stop, complete
50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the Hot Boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and die when me and the Hot Boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, 'bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin, slugs can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
blood, blood bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin this
'Bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center
Juvenile
Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G's, gimme the weed, gimme the mack-10
Let me see what's happenin, to me these lackin
Some tellin me felonies was commited, some was acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college
You be fkin around wit the keys if you aint rollin s**t up
I wish you wit me, I would be sewin s**t up
Look, hide out in the cut
Peep out Shot, Corey and Buck
In an Expedition truck
And brain fked up from that dust
nigg*, who trippin?
I aint trippin, you trippin
When I slap that clip in
You s**ttin like stool pigeons
That's my girls, that's my riches, that's my
That's my yayyo, that's my scale
That's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, this my rocks
This my shop, this my Glock
This my connection with the mob
That's my partna black Saab
This my people, that's my people
That's hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal
That's my credit card from Segal's
This my cigar, this my weed
This my Newport, this my reefer
That's my old Alma Mater
That's my uncle drinkin that bottle
Tec-9
Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't give a fk
nigg*, I say murda, murda, what the fk is up?
nigg* better duck when I come around that bend, I'm 'bout that drama
With the dirty 30, nose dirty
And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin
I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed
And now another that done came up, fk
I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit
You up in ???, I got ya, I hurt ya
Now I'm up in ya rest area, finish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers
Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devour
And motherfk anybody tryin to get yo back
They better be 'bout some comin around the men in black
