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First Verse B.G.
Is you bout what I brang nigg*?
Biggety-bang nigg*?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigg*
Whoa nigg*, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigg*, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show , that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya nigg* with the four four I get it on,
I roll with , that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law moaning', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' , all theyself Locin' ,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' ,
Scopin' , cuz I'm the same broke nigg*,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke,
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigg* I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fkin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
nigg* fk ya, I'ma pluck ya,
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters
Chorus Manny Fresh:
Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,
Hot Boys committin' that crime,
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy
Second Verse Bullet Proof:
S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's,
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,
The s**t's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real we in the Wild,
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster
Chorus
Third Verse Juvenile:
Where the villains be, is where I stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you girls the reason, that I'm the man,
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that b*tch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
b*tch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You b*tch you, you fk with me it's a must you get'cha issue,
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' these , cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them fool you,
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,
Pistol play, fk what a nigg* say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other beef,
Know that them T.C. would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that b*tch,
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya,
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya,
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber,
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game,
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name,
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,
Chorus
