First Verse [B.G.]
Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain`t a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show niggas, that I ain`t the one to blow on,
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin` domes,
Paper chasin`, racin`, to six figures,
The law bitchin`, I`m catchin` cases totin` triggers,
Smokin` niggas, all theyself Locin` niggas,
I`m chokin` off the optimal still ropin` niggas,
Scopin` niggas, cuz I`m the same broke nigga,
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 nigga I`m a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin` so dirty,
Respect my fuckin` 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,
Nigga fuck 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 shit`s real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real niggas 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 bitches 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 bitch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin`,
With the drummin`, a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin`,
Bitch I`ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You bitch you, you fuck 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 niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don`t let them niggas 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, fuck what a nigga say,
Two-twenty three`s then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other niggas beef,
Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that bitch,
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 niggas with pistols, tryin` to make a come up,
Chorus
