Wheel Chairs

Baby
Too many playa hatin in this world

the B.G.
That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl

Baby
Keep my nina for self protection

the B.G.
Just in case a reppin as* nigg* wanna start reppin

Baby
I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
And if ya creep nigg* watch out for the B.G.
Chopper City posse nigg*, and we roll deep
4 deep in the black on black Caprice

B.G.
Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper
Tryin to catch a fkin drain, lookin for kaperz
My people say it's a shame
They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game
I'm a ducht taper
I'ma a young money maker, fk these hoez
I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose
And out your yay, I'll r*pe ya
But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya
Ain't that cold
If ya got it hide, on the real
Cause me and my ride, and we kill
Causin homicides, that's the deal
I'm bringin what a nigg* feel
Caps get peeled

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Ms. Tee
in wheel chairs, half dead as it is

B.G.
T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers
9 millimeters, glock, pump
Ride guns, all that start funk

Mannie Fresh
Look out you b*tch, you

B.G.
Watch out for 2 twos

Mannie
Automatics, with the static that ya talkin
Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes
>From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me
in banged up cars wit battle scars
With s**t bags attached to they drawers
Take this time to pause
For the not so lucky
Weak like a sick puppy
Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it
Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake
Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake
Shake don't stir my drank, nigg* you aint
Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin
If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin
Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin
Cause I done killed mo' than cancer
Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer

B.G.
nigg*, A

Mannie
Are you faster than a gun?

B.G.
nigg*, B

Mannie
Will I shoot ya if ya run?

B.G.
nigg*, C

Mannie
I ain't showin no love

B.G.
nigg*, D

Mannie
All tha motherfkin above

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B.G.
nigg* thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect
Now they wonder what the fk happened, I hit his set
Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin
When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin
dead, hoppin, tryin to get away
But they can't get away from this K, nigg* I don't play
V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies
All us night creepers, actin silly
Dirty 30's, AR-15's
Nose dirty, totin uzi machines
Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi
Real off Valence street
Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P.
All them down wit me
L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley
Popeye and my nigg* Larry
So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
p*ssy stuntin like ya got keys
I'll put your face on a fresh T
If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's
'Cause I'm the motherfker keep the coroner to work
Settin examples puttin 6 in the dirt
I put that nigg* on that T-shirt that you be wearin
Me and my click do that dirt that them be sayin
They doin, but Uptown doin that
Get in the chair, b*tch rat, then got hit in the back
p*ssy, got rolled on round
I mean rolled on round

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