[B.G.]
Bring Noise, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 attached ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I`ve ride through your neighborhood, day and night
Store closed people inside, ya hood on strike
I`m looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I`m searchin`
11 deep in the (2000) new Ford Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - brother Diesel and Wee
Bell - Tyriq and Fat - Kay - Powder and Cleve
Once you found you get down, burn torchin` and beat
That`s the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I`m the B.G. but you can call me - Shot `em up shorty
I`ll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that`s bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga
[Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn`t believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki`s
Who was it? Man I`ont know some cats
They kicked in my doo` shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said where it`s at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don`t want no war`
C4 them down, let `em burn in the car
Me not worried about no witness
Cuz them won`t see, anything linkin` up ta me
Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black
Them connivin` motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us
[Baby]
I`m the O.G. nigga `bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz
While Troy had me in alleys dealin` with digits
Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa` was killed my nigga
It ain`t nothing keep it real my nigga
While my homies carve life in the field my nigga
Ski` then family - thrill deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
I`ve robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
Drama`s involved - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga
Behind them thangs - it is what it is nigga
Birdman - a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers
[Lil` Wayne]
(look - look - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad nerves
Wit` that fed-up-look
Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I`m hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it
I done walk `bout four blocks
In a pair of old `Boks
Dirty with no socks
Looking for dope spots
Man I`m on the prawl - untamed and wild
Been a year since I smiled
Better watch that child
Hat over my eyes, you can`t see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin` with mean faces
Was told wait my turn - but damn I`m im-pacient
Pacin` the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin`
Lil` Brother bail please, I`ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I`m telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days
Have smart and have praise - stop playin` with me
[Turk]
It`s in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am
Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam`
Nothin` but streets shit - it`s all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it`s all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin` is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way
Middle of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I`m real I ain`t fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin` cap, won`t be thinkin no mo`
You`ll be put ta nap
Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house
Fuck it, I goes out cuz it`s in me my nigga
When it`s a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga
