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from Romeo Must Die (로미오 머스트 다이) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2000)
Chorus
Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B.G.} I get that noise out these busters anything I ride It's gonna have TV's in chrome on it wood inside I got a variety of cars I can drive in I'm B. G. whatever it is I'm gonna shine in I don't be slipping' I'm on the issue believe me Top of the line rollie on my wrist when ya see me I want to be chauffeured in a Bentley Haters can't take that so they plottin' to flip me But I'm goon shake that a million dollars I'm try's make that these baler blacken' rookies They hate that i don't wear nothing' cheap From my head to my feet Twenty on my wrist ten on my cash money piece You can't help but hear my name ringin' on the streets From gettin' my ball on to Nelly and old lady You can try to look through my grill and get blinded playa All week long I like to shine playa Chorus Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B. G. } Juvenile gave me a ride to the drop top cut dog Let's creep downtown I know some girls Who gon twerk dog keep yo phone on Round eight I'm a call we gon click up Drop it off in these broads draws They only want to see a hot boy Break 'em down I'm a represent Because I'm from that Uptown Plug get iced up do what ya gon do den Let's split because it's goin' down on Infrared and Washington I follow you in the Suburb With the fifth rim chrome grill wood range stern wheel Baby Gangsta is worth six figures plus I'm thinkin' about a Lexus Truck For Christmas I'm a put TV's in both of the head rest's Women live to please me I can't say I'm not blessed Fresh look what rap got us Look what rap don bought us We followin' each other on two big body's On boulders Chorus Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B. G. } I'm gettin' my ball on like I'm in the NBA Hustle for a mil I do dat everyday Me and my whole click we just shinnin' House's and fancy car's all Big Tymers just buyin' Lyin' to these broads because we got it like that Black on black army truck we ridin' like that None of us want beef black brother's gettin' rich We always follow this model trick's ain't it Baby don't like to brag but he just bout a Jag Ferriah, and Lambergine with TV and stash That thing there fast and it's off the hook We don't carry cash we all tot a check book Leavin' haters in the dust competition shook Step aside on yo own or wootay ya get pushed Chorus Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Get yo shine on playa Get Get Get yo shine on playa Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Get yo shine on playa it's on now You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches Shine Shine Shine Shine |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[B.G.]
Uh-come on Juvie Are you ready? [Juvenile] Uh-huh [B.G.] These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips Come back.. later.. try once.. more Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes So, (Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile]) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain (Chorus2x) [Juvenile] Look at that.. there.. she big.. find She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine [B.G.] It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped [Juvenile] She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell [B.G.] I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls [Juvenile] It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt [B.G.] Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga [Juvenile] I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes [B.G.] We play.. that.. just like.. g's Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three So, (chorus 2x) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut |
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[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night This is my life Everybody know I be on tha flight To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!" With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich." When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me With my T-shirt and Rees on Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen Sip it Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?) Chrome MAC diply (what?) Automatic spitty (what?) I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me Do or die, survive with me (huh?) Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?) Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?) Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?) Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?) Don't play with them shots again (oh) I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust." Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust I'll blow a hole in your guts And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh) You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh) I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) Look, I'm straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It's Weezy Weez I show off behind cheese Get full of trees Here I come, you better leave (Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa [B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)] Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that) Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that) I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that) You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that) I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!) I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?) My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin') If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down But don't think I still won't act, busta (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa |
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[Lil' Wayne]
What This.. this here's real, nigga It's real, nigga Too real Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga Look, look This one here's on tha up, dog For all my people with bad luck, dog Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog See, this from shorty on tha real I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man I know it make you wanna go get it bad But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna 'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me But I betcha can't name one nigga like me That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga (Chorus 2x [Juvenile]) They got a million and one things that you could be doin' Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it [Juvenile] Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?! I know you could do better than that, and deserve more Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84 All tha hoes use ta jock ya Niggas use ta knock ya Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky Lips all ashy, eyes popped out Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday I can't please everybody, but I love my folks If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke (Chorus 2x) [Turk] Look... look.. look Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo' I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo' Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin' Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga (Chorus 2x) [B.G.] Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla On the reala... if I could do it, then you could Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga (Chorus 4x) [Juvenile talking] Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin' I try ta do things for tha football team Try ta take care of my people Try ta show them how ta help theyself 'Cause they got a lot of problems |
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First Verse: {B.G.}
Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some fuckin' drama jump act a fool with yo bank Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushin' from they dome Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up Verse Two: {E. Vicious} See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99 I want all my fuckin' money but bitch you got to die Nigga Verse Three: {B.G.} The game ain't the same you can't be lame You got to be a true thug ain't let yo fuckin' nuts hang A nigga like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig Stank bitch can suck my dick motherfuck a pussy pig I straight handle my business and I strap my gat Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack Verse Four: {E. Vicious} It's some fucked up shit with all this fuckin' killin' But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin' Watchin' niggas kill niggas over doppin' bitches And these so called gangsters turned snitches But I don't get involved with that dumb shit I want the bitches, the riches and the power to run shit So dog ass hoes don't even step to me If you don't suck dick or pay bills you ain't no help to me Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under Yeah I'm that nigga wonder and I ain't takin' shit >From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up So bitches you can run up Peep this situation about this bitch that I know Never gave my play but heard me on the radio She wants to know what I've been doin' all the time You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a attitude You ain't know the Vicious on the come up move Verse Five: {Baby} My niggas gave me love my niggas gave me dubs My niggas watch me come up from a motherfuckin' scrub Verse Six: {E. Vicious} So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes and pullin triggers Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya Motherfuckin' brother I call 'em freaks under cover See I can give a fuck about these dog ass hoes Black I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan} You know it's all about money bitch Smokin' on that chronic gettin' buzzed out Drinkin' on that gin and juice a blunt hangin' from my mouth I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fuckin' p nile Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog ass Started sellin' hats I went to countin' bundles of cash Got out of jail again caught myself a felony I knew I should have listened to what the fuck my mama was tellin' me Then seven months of fuck school and den I rolled out Started missin' money so that's why the fuck I moved out Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed twenty-five I'm on the map now to teach you'll a lesson I'm bustin' caps, cops try'na take my Smith n Wesson man Blok Boom on that ass again introduce you to a lil' friend I swore to crack that I was gonna be gettin' paid fast Gettin' paid cash then I blast nigga I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back I'm on that ass down for my fuckin' stacks |
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[First Verse-B.G.]
A nigga tried to test my nuts Clown thought I was soft Drumma had ten clicks So you know I had to knock his head off Caught him slipping on the darkside Had to do a walk-by Walked up on then popped him up Watched that fucken clown die Bitch, Don't try to play me Or you'll push up daisies Baby Gangsta took you to war Off wit yo head G Don't ever underestimate The 40 is off Then you roll down for murder And my game is cold Situation bout this nigga Make at a thousand plugs and slow He shouldn't killed me for his dick I'm gon' play him like a hoe The nigga deserved to be killed Tried to play me like im not real But I'ma pop a Red then chop ya Yes, that cap got peeled I had no motha fucken love Man I'm down to plug 'Cuz I'm a gangsta off Valence A true fucken thug [Hook-B.G.] Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street [Second Verse-Lil' Wayne] Niggas be tryin to creep So you better watch your back Fore a Holly Grove nigga run all in your set So much love for them niggas out that Y 17 That Holly Grove in affect, its all good It goes...check it... 'H' is for High Like we always get We gettin blunted, sessed, smokin Bobo Bush Then the 'O' is for Olly, bracin real, real niggas Double 'L' is for Low Life Who love to pull the trigga The 'Y' is for Yes y'all Yes, Yes, my brotha I'm Baby G from that Grove motha fucka The 'G' is for Gat The 'R' is for Ratta tat! I'm his back Boom Boom Boom 'Cuz its like that 'O' is for Only Only Holly Grove The 'V' is for Villion Them wild, wild, soljas 'E' is for Eagle Yes the Eagles took me through some real, real, gangstas Out the Y 17 [Hook-B.G.] Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle [Third Verse-B.G.] Its hard But I still gotta stand like a man Gotta strap Gotta watch out 'Cuz jealous niggas on my ass Try'na bring me down But I ain't got no more that you got I'm strugglin like you Tryen' to stack a motha fucken lot I stop you in your tracks No thug when you fucken touched Stay yo grounds when you a thug Be a true fucken thug Ready to blast any nigga in yo way You got a fucken K So don't hesitate to use yo K Boom chocka', Boom chocka', Boom to the head Makin sure the bitch is dead Like a thug then you fled the fucken scene When cop uh, try to stop uh You always, try to pop uh But if they run to yo clip Then motha fuckas got ta' droppa Thats just how it is Somebody will get plugged 'Cuz I'm a gangsta out that Val. Again a true fucken thug [Hook-B.G.] Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street [Fourth Verse-Lil' Wayne] We slangin ou-r dope Clocken much, much dollars Gettin' paid up in pace Twenty-Fo by the hour Keep my pockets on stroll And you know That I'm rollin I can never be no faker 'Cuz my game is to go... Just to Eagle Street Hussler - I can never lose my self 'Cuz them niggas in the Grove I know they all got my back Just the 17 - thang Its all about that Holly Grove So throw yo hands up So I can knock out all you hoes You runnen 'round talken - you's a slugged up nigga But when I get through You just a bone-mouth nigga Try'na explain to them everything But they don't understand a word Blood flyin everywhere Was all they they seen And all they heard So you better fill your mouth With that fake retainer Messin 'round with a villian I'ma put you in somethang So take my advice And see yo way at the Grove You uh push some real villians And you die like a stove Just a real, real hustler out that Y 17 McDonald wit that Holly Grove Thats that gangsta Eagle Street [Hook-B.G.] Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street [Fifth Verse-B.G.] A hustla They chill and live they thug life on that V. Street A gangsta No busta represent that fucken 13th Bad like a motha fucka Shitted nigga come and rap strap wit that fucken Tec When I'm chillen' on the set That 9-5 has got to be locked So a nigga jump-shot On my block you will get mugged 'Cuz there's 'bout a hundred thugs T-H-U-G thats the life a nigga live in Always down for killen Hollows, niggas peelin Drugs, is niggas dealin You gots to be real'n Sleepin 'round that Val. its yo life a nigga's stealin But fuck it now nigga, the B.G. is in affect From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen on the set [Hook-B.G.] I'm a Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street Uptown solja Can't stop that 13th Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street Holly Grove solja Can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street |
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from B.G. - True Story (2001)
[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass I started wit a fifth and dime rock Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me 87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to do me This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya [B.G.] The bid-ness flowin smooth like water I got some fuckin clientele and it's worth three quarters My mom fount one, but I was still on the road I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G's at the most Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain I'm like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane Mail, steady stackin Them hoes a nigga mackin And you know I'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird Now have you fuckin heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin serve A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x [B.G.] Like Pac, I'm in so much pain I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain 14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine Tryin to come up off a bill You know I got them hustlin skills The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move I'ma take wit ya to the head Make sure yo bitch ass dead Then from the scene a nigga fled I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep 'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]4x |
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from B.G. - True Story (2001)
I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope. Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty. Can't survive in the Compton city. And fool thats bet. Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set. Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to. Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you straight off the mutherfuckin block. Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked. geah, who gives a fuck about another. Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers. Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder That the hood would take me under. (scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap The hood done took me under.) Now I'm a few ages older got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder. And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part, I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart. Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes. Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality. Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality. Pop pop pop, drops the sucker if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker. Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit. Fool, and ready die for this shit. One times can't fade the gang tuff. Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough. I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered that the hood would take me under. Chorus: +(police is hot, so I'm watching my back...) I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin' Times heard this brother pulled a 187. Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime. So I gotta peel his cap with the nine. Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G, because how the odds are looking, its either him or me. So I loads up the strap and I step cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death. Revenge. That's what its all about. See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out. Stare the fool down with the eye contact. He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt. Blast was the sound that one times heard uh Nigga 25 to live for the murder. Was it worth it I've always wondered. Maybe if the hood didn't take me under. Geah, this going out to all the niggas, It's going out to my niggas. Its going out to all the niggas, My nigga Mike T |
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from B.G. - True Story (2001)
(Mr. Ivan)
Right now we got a lil' youngsta Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z Do what'cha gotta do mane Say what'cha gotta say Wayne (Lil' Wayne) The rhymes you are about to hear are true (Mr. Ivan) This some true shit. (First Verse-B.G.) Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' , All that muthafuckin' creepin' Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin' Pussy ass You know you can't survive, You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die Now that nigga on my list A P-poppin' bitch no disresp P-Poppin' bitch no disresp P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin' You can't be no "G", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin' Them niggas always comin' with that play, You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way? Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk, Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax, Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL, Real pussies in the can (Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan) The rhymes you are about to hear are true. This some true shit. (Verse Two-B.G.) Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'! Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb Chuck got some mail? Cuz oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha, I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha? Like Yella said, you mad cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K. They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A. Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth Them niggas be rappin', very much trippin' Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin' But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up (Third Verse-B.G.) At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin', Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin', and pluckin' Fuck it Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch, Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, Hard rolled and fake it, Niggas best to look like skatin' Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal bitch You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick That's enough of this hoe shit on the real If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry, This is another part of that fuckin' true story (4th Verse-B.G.) Partners you bet not do no crime, Get no time and go to JAIL Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin' Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name You can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
Ah ha, look You'll never see me hangin' from no tree You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley You'll never catch me broke on my ass You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor Never no more see me on a block with rocks Stuffed in my 'Bauds: see two plastic glocks You won't see me with this ride I rented or stole Only when I'm in it if it's a two-triple-o That's the new life for lil' B.G. Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's Change the paint on Excursions - drop her when we swervin' Change the letter from Ford to Hot Boy, ya heard me (Hook-2x [B.G.]) Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next [B.G.] You'd see me pimpin' a Bentley, blunted out In a Benz on my way to the line, stunted out Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out to the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth You know it's very often you'd see out in the streets, nigga flossin' like B.G. When I do it, I do it like no one else Chain f**k their vision up - got 'em hollerin' "help" So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright Nothin' less than ten karats 'll stop blue ice Baguettes 'round the end - all in the middle: flooded It's princess-cutted - can't do nothin' but love it That's a example for "Hater, don't give me my props" Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block F**k with me, your head missin' - the bitch gone Body alone Nigga, I'm tryin' to get my shine on (Hook-2x [B.G.]) [B.G.] Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten But to me that ain't nothin' to spend Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet But the gear don't change: still wear Ree's, still wear 'Bauds still wear T's - you know how it go Now check this out: crib plushed out, worth about a mill One on the water, one on the hill Game don't change - still hustle to maintain Ten stacks a month of bills to contain Now, I'm "Bling Bling Slim" - you know him Keep work stashed in all four of my rims Two pearl glocks: one in my hand, one taped to the dash 'cause I gotta ride like that Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper 'cause I wanna be - gotta be - number-one bling-blinger (Hook [B.G.]) Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next Ah ha - I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - I ride Benz, Jags, and timed Vettes Uh-oh - gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next [B.G.] Ah ha, ah ha Ah ha Ah ha, ah ha - didn't expect that (uh-uh) Ah ha, ah ha - got your mind right (get it right and keep it right) Nigga (What?) What's up? ( What's up?) |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers If you're ballin', then ball - you're shinin', keep shinin' You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin' See me, B.G. - original H.B. Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police I keep it real with the real - that's all I know, nigga Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga By all means, whatever it takes to get green I do 'cause I wanna bling - I wanna bling bling (Hook [B.G.]) I got to bounce, nigga Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga [B.G.] I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out Go-and-drop-off-a-ki niggas, stackin'-that-cheese niggas Straight-'bout-beef niggas Dressin'-in-black-shootin'-up-the-whole-street niggas This is for my niggas I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit Like if-I-can't-get-you-I-kidnap-your-mother shit Or duct-tape-your-brother shit, and turn yourself in Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my n's I've been affiliated with killers all my life That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so- (-Hook [B.G.]) [B.G.] It's on if it's on - I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck Drama: I love it - I'm trigga happy, can't get enough The streets is my home - that's all I know I hustle to beat ya outshinin' - drive off the showroom floor Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan, and Bubba Taught me how to rep - taught me how to be a lil' stunna He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring It's the year 2G - a nigga like me gotta have things Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling If you really try me then I bring out my choppy 'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga (Hook [B.G.]) I got to bounce, nigga Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga Bounce, nigga - bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what, what, what, what, what Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look: If I had the world, dog, I'd make hustlin' good And if I could I'd put work every hustler's hood [B.G.] I can't lie - this world is scary to me I carry two gats - you won't hear nobody buryin' me [Juvenile] None of my people would have to pay tax or bills Even all the new niggas oughtta average a mill [Mannie] If I could change the score, we'd never hustle no more And every bizite that I lizight 'll be like "whoa" [Lil' Wayne] And the police would be for here only for the old folks So if we have a problem, we strap up and hold court [B.G.] If I could change it - man, if the world was mine Nobody'd have to take nothin' 'cause we'd all shine [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, nigga wouldn't have no beef It'll be a decline in the murder rate on the streets [Baby] If the world was mine we wouldn't need no killers We'll put A/C in these project windows [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Mannie] Come on, let's do this shit - yo, my party don't quit And every record Cash Money put out 'll be a hit [Lil' Wayne] I'd dig a ditch for the hatas, put 'em deeper with that And I could murder a nigga and wouldn't spend a week in the pen [B.G.] Man, we'd all have houses, a half-a-block We'd all be on chrome in a Benz drop-top [Juvenile] All the women would be big, fine with a cute face And the children would be the kind that stay in they place [Baby] If the world was mine I'd unite my peeps My mom and my dad would be in this world with me [Lil' Wayne] But if a nigga still trip, you can hit him with glock And just to keep it real I'll bring back Biggie and Pac [B.G.] Man, we'd all get along - we'll be a family That's just how it'll be if this world was for me [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, wouldn't be no politics Blacks would have a lot of shit - that Bentley and that Prowler shit [Lil' Wayne] What, what, what, what, what, what Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Juvenile] More blunts to smoke up on the streets with peace Without a worry on our mind, not duckin' police [Mannie] If we could go back in time, you could have what's mine That's for shig my nig - we ain't gotta slang that iron [Lil' Wayne] Play the block all day without runnin' and duckin' And everybody drugs raw - they don't cut it with nothin' [B.G.] It ain't mine - I just gotta get it how I live Can't question God on what He made a biz what it is [Juvenile] If I ruled the world, my family wouldn't fight Everything in order - everybody all right [Baby] If the world was mine I'll still be grindin' I'll flip big blocks for (?) and Bryan [Lil' Wayne] And if you move a hundred bricks, you get a Benz for free Oh yeah, and Beyonce'll have twins for me [B.G.] Man, if this world was for the lil' B.G. Everybody'd be straight, everybody'd live sweet - uh-huh [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what (Hook-2x [Unplugged]) If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Lil' Wayne] Huh (Huh) What (What) If I could change the world (If I could change the world) Huh (Huh) What (What - what) Look - what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
("One! Two! Three! Kick it!")
[Juvenile] Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path 'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad Betta say somethin', and it betta be what I wanna hear I'm listenin' - scary bitches started shittin' and pissin' You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin' Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin' Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels I know some nigga's got a package - I'ma run with the fool Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong 'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong They don't know what's happenin', and I ain't gonna say it to 'em 'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin' And fuck up and give them people some bad information (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] You'se a certified clown in my eyes That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride Nigga don't have to look for you - they know you inside You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth Protected custody so you don't come in your house Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout? Let you tell it - you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south [B.G.] Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake, ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga Get popped - can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped It's a cold game, but I don't give a fuck, my nigga I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch - I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree (Hook [Juvenile]) [B.G.] I'm a lil' man - stand my ground no matter what Glock glued to my hand - there's no one you can trust Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck So I roll first - cock and shoot first Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt You want beef? You want war? You want me? Nothin' between us but air and opportunity Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do - do it, nigga 'Cause you're wastin' your breath - go 'head, prove it, nigga Shit's real - I ain't got time to fake Time's money - I ain't got time to waste But on the straight with me bein' real To let others' niggas know I don't fake - ya gotta get killed Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me Ya wind up six feet, clown (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three ("K-k-kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that ain't nothin' to me Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three [Juvenile {talking}] Step up! Wherever the fuck you is, nigga Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick and hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face Make it known you're beefin' with me Know wh'I'm sayin' Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigga On the block, in the hood, wherever B.G., nigga, always on V.L. We gon' keep it real - know wh'I'm sayin' ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it When it comes to guns, I'm one of the best Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest I've been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play Have your family grievin', singin' "Amazin' Grace" And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya I'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga Bustin' heads ain't nothin' to me - I've been doin' it And if you're smart you don't want trouble with me If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.]) I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker [B.G.] Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off 'Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I'ma show off Your head definitely gon' get blowed off I have no conscience at all I continue to get my roll on Murder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I know Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11 Ever since that, I fell in love with guns Saved my allowance for a month and got me one My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home Now, if you want drama, I don't hesitate to bring it I up that AK-47 and start to sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.]) [B.G.] When it's on my mind, I'm ready for whatever, nigga I'ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, nigga Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep That's me, and I'm there to tear down the whole street B.G. don't play no games, I'm 'bout sprayin' When you see me, all you gon' see is "flucka-flucka-flame!!" Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around People sayin', "That had to be a nigga from uptown." When I'm lose, I'm lose - when I'm strapped, I'ma use it 'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot it I'ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows I only put hollow tips in my barrel You wanna battle - nigga, I'ma bring noise I got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boy, and a- (Hook [B.G.]) -gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker [B.G. {talking}] Nigga, checkmate Nigga, checkmate! Wrong move, nigga - checkmate! |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga
[Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He had niggas tip had em breaking him off He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark Now everybody thought that this nigga was real But anybody holding a gun can kill If niggas was on the block they ran when he came He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game This nigga was a dog out here in that world Now he got to the pen and turned the girl He walking like a bitch this nigga here twistin' The bitch even sittin' down now when he pissin' He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin' He family fucked up they don't even go visit Now that's the difference between jail and the streets With a gun you a killa Without it you're a thrilla [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then you got fucked when you went to Angola You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs When you was on the streets you was a solja And got turned out when you went to Angola You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs [Verse 2] This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em He used to serve niggas work out of town and tax em He used to take his walk up on niggas and wack em This nigga here name used to carry weight Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4 Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip Shit never changed doing the same thang On the streets ya bout it In that place you're a jing-a-ling With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it You needed to be bout it Cause you soft than soap powder [Chorus] [Verse 3] When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin' When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin' When ya standin' over a nigga with that k you a dog When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week nigga told ya that out that here doing that crime take it like a man you get popped then you get that time you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife You had two charges whodi fuck a fight You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then.. |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
Okay First thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It's mine, so I know you gon' let me spend it My clique made it known: we 'bout havin' things Sport diamonds, so I know you gon' let us bling B.G.: shut it down when I come through They say I'm wrong, but I know you gon' let me do what I do If I got it, I ain't gon' hide it - I show mine I know you gon' respect it, I know you gon' let me shine I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin' We be layin' it down - don't give a fuck, nigga We're from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga [Lil' Wayne] Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Listen, listen: [Hook (Lil' Wayne)] I know you see the jewelry - it's berserk and on shine I know you see the bulge under the shirt - don't try I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop I know you recognize we got the game on lock I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs I know you see the thugs - you don't wanna see no blood I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop I know you recognize we got the game on lock [B.G.] I know you bet' not open your mouth when I ride by I know you know this Lex GS on shine I spin through fast, wrist hangin' out the dropped Jag Blindin' ya - I know you gon' let me act bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head Fuck your husband for Geezy - I know you gon' break bread I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept it You don't, get wetted - I know you gotta respect it You don't want Geezy bringin' drama to your set'n' I know you don't want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses Please don't test me - you do, it get hectic I shoot for the head - don't depend on vests Now on the up and up I'm every bad bitch choice Don't be mad, I know you gon' let me be a hot boy [Lil' Wayne] Hey, hey, hey, hey [Hook (Lil' Wayne)] [B.G.] Hoes say I'm nasty - I know you gon' let me slang wood Say I changed - I'm rich, I know you gon' let me be good I'm the same ol' nigga I was when I was broke Still beef, so I know you gon' let me tote my four-four Now, you know what happened: tried to play me like a hoe We both can't live on this earth - one of us gotta go On the real, when it come to shinin', I'm nothin' nice You'll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice I know you gon' let me burn, I'm "h" "o" "t" I know you gon' let me be me - that's B.G. I know you gon' respect my clique: CMB I know you don't want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy I know you don't wan' put your car next to Fresh or B I know you ain't got the price like them: ten a-piece I know you bet' stay in your place - don't fuck with us I know you ain't on our level 'cause we platinum plus [Lil' Wayne] Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey) [Hook-2x (Lil' Wayne)] [Lil' Wayne] Lock, shop, bam, lock-?down What! |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
Uh-huh Ah, Ah, Woah, Woah I'm a guerilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake the type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face I'm a tiger, I'm a lion, I'm a bear, I'm a panther if you ballin' I'ma be the one that's gonna snatch ya I'm a fool, when I'm beefin I give niggaz the blues Don't think twice, first mind tell me do what I gotta do So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha I don't play, I don't asshole B.G. don't lollygag I get these pussy niggaz ready for their body bag I'ma a clown but I ain't the type that play with ya child I'm the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe Ya heard me, watch out when that thang in my hand I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man Chorus 2X: [Juvenile] I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware it ain't nothing but guerillas, lion, tigers, and bears I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch got you running like a bitch tryin to avoid the attack [B.G.] I ain't no rabbit, I ain't no rat I'ma a soldier that will give you hell I ain't cat, I ain't no turtle get in beef and hide in a shell I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck believe me I can swim so come in that water, try your luck You gonna drown, guarantee you go under you won't come up I'm from Uptown and Uptown niggaz don't give a fuck My hood is a jungle full of niggaz live that wild life picture a untamed guerilla with a K(AK) he nothing nice so you know you get in his way, you lose your life so reverse that, get in front of me, you lose your life I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing watch him fade into the other world, but one day I'll see him but for now FUCK em', see ya when I see ya nigga I know at this moment I wouldn't wanna be ya nigga (Chorus) I'm a lil' creeper, quick like a cheetah, so better (?????) when I tell you freeze, when I was down for my heater people say I'm dangerous, I need a leash and a collar cuz I'm like a ROCK (rocwilder) but much more wilder if You got it, and I want it, I'll duct tape ya gotta a lock like a pit bull, get a hold of you and shake ya ain't now way You gone stomp at me, I feel you trying to play me I'm like Mike when I bite, I give ya bitch ass Rabies From tree to tree, block to block I be hanging Nuts swanging, thuggin, fuck it I'm looking mangy I gives a fuck, I live wild life like jungle animals catch Us gettin how we live on Discovery Channel You gotta be a snake that creep and know how to survive pussy cats got nine lives, dogs like me got one life so we gotta manage it We feel threatened by anything we gotta handle it We living scandalous (Chorus) [animal and jungle sounds at the end] |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
operater:
"Its 6:56 pm central time, you have a collect call from a Louisiana Inmate. To accept, press one." B.G: "Greetings Hotgirl, whats happening on your end? As for me over here, you know, a lil'chillin Besides that Sweetie, I'm just keepin it real Puttin up with these crackers in this hot ass field But you know I'm a soulja, nigga try me and I spank 'em But fuck, all I said was, 'it feels good to be the baby gangsta' Tell momma I asked about her, since she say I don't holla And when I touch down, me and her gonna get a bottle Shorty, I've been hearing that you been wiling out Everyday of the week, tearing the club doors down Whats happening with you Woty? you throwing that pussy round Doing this for the lil time that I'm not around Don't get the game twisted, you better not try your luck You know I ain't the one, quickly I'll fuck you up." CHORUS: (press one to accept) "I'm in a messed up situation" (press one to accept) "I'm in a fucked up location" (press one to accept) "The whole world can relate" (press one to accept) "Its from somebody upstate" That one minuet that I had, done turned into a second I got a day and a wake up left, and I'll be steppin Straight through them iron gates, puttin all this behind me Come in the hood on the 'L' and you will find me Hoppin out of limos, poppin bottles its gravy I know what it means when I get that phone call from Baby Lets go to the mercedes, lock and cock something A hard top six, or a drop top six, that would be lovely My Shorty thinks, she has 6 more months to play Can't wait to see that dick look up on her face Right now I'm with the fellas, I'll go see her lata Cause she tries to be a slick ass playa But I ain't trippin, its cool, I gotta respect it A s long as she don't get out of line in my presence she still my shorty, gone be my hoe can't forget that she was there everyday of my joust CHORUS: 1 x Now its about that time, I go fuck up her dome Cause she has no idea that this Hotboy home It ain't been a day, and I'm already on crome I'm trying to imagine her face and how long that its gonna be, When I hit the porch, And put my soulja Ree's through her front door When she still thinks that I have 6 more months I'm creepin down the block, slowly I pull up Jumped out, said "Whats up" She laid up there and threw up "Whats wrong, don't act like you don't miss ya nigga" She said, "I do, I'm shocked," "Come over here and kiss ya nigga I had to come suprise you, because you pissed ya nigga off You don't respect me pussy poppin on nobody's walls You my main bitch My travel with cocaine bitch Set a nigga up, you wanted this position, so maintain bitch" CHORUS: 2 x |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't shit Almost was played by my main bitch Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 68 tour with my clique She hit me while I'm on the road and was like babe shit bad cause moms spend a few nights I say yeah,its cool But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house Cause picture the whole wild she put out Now dat ain't even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins they done got comfortable in my shit Churin dont flush the toilet after they piss Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flipping my TV like a light switch God can only stop me from killing this bitch I'm on the way back to my crib I pull up, "this can't be how I live" I jump out ready, to start bucking I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted Bitch tryna give me a excuse It ain't nothing you can say or do You ask the moms stay, cause shit was bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it's fucked up and it smell like a project cut You ain't had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go off And mess around in here and catch a charge You don showed me, you ain't shit You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch Look what you don caused in my house Before you get pissed (the whip) get out Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 2] Here's another fucked up episode My cousin came to visit from Chicago I ain't seen him since we was young bucks I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence learned him in a week He don't put 100% in his hygenes He lied and stunned bout what he doing be in the streetz He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree I'm almost to the point to ask him Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over So happen that I'm finished a day early And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smoke Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[B.G.]
You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga Watch this Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block Get my clique, load them things up in the van Don't matter - they in front the law we gon' blast We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin' Every hood we think they be in we dippin' Even through people, all through people yard Believe me - tonight they goin' to (??) We ridin' all night, finally got lucky We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin' Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark One of them niggas broke out, I broke out behind him Went down the alley, went under the house, I went behind him Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up In the process my Reeboks got fucked up (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper Look, I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight madness Sun down, moon out - you know them snakes comin' Guerrillas on they way with them hundred-round drummins Better get to runnin' - I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm bringin' trouble on your block I ain't fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you drop, dog I'm true to the game - ho, play for keeps Pull up with the passenger drivin' way in the back seat I don't give a fuck, never did, been real Since I was young been seein' cats get killed When it get dark better be able to run quick 'Cause after that, that chopper gonna talk shit (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Bang at the law with my chopper Look, I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] If you don't know, I'm the B.G., all about beefin' Catch ya bobbin' your head at the d.j. and leave you leakin' I'm on a buck, fuck on the up, then squeeze it (???), nigga - look, L.T. family grievin' I'm on a mission to leave they family grievin' Cut my dog life short, now I gotta teach 'em I'ma (?) and send work to (??) Keep niggas bust up goin' through his morgue I'ma fool - Baby handed me my first tool Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand You don't know from last album, I'ma made man Uptown where I'm from - V.L. my stumpin' ground Get outta line, I empty a drum at ya, clown I'm a dog, dog - I'm tellin' ya I'm raw, dog Like Pac: ya ain't in my clique, fuck all y'all (Hook [B.G.]) I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Bang at the law with my chopper Look (look), I'm runnin' with my chopper I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper) I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper) Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off with my chopper) Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang at the law with my chopper) I'm runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper) I'm 'bout to set it off with my chopper (Set it off with my chopper) Knock a head off with my chopper (Knock a head off) Bang at the law with my chopper (Bang, bang at the law, nigga, huh?) Ohhh, nigga, what you know 'bout that chopper? Fuck Ya heard - checkmate with that chopper! Nigga, checkmate with that chopper |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
(B.G.)
Come on, man (buck with me) Let's do this here (buck with me) If you confused, I'm called B.G. I fear no one - fade me Step if you want - it's on you Just keep in mind I warned you Look here - I'm young, dog Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real And I live my life - kill or be killed I hold it down no matter what For my soldierettes and true thugs Don't think for once 'cause I got change I changed Geezy gon' be the same Never gon' disrespect the game Never will flip out 'cause I got fame My dogs in the hood handlin' business Then throw your sets up - come on, represent Uh-huh (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To my thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) I'm off the porch and for all the hustlers, jackers, murderers, and ballers I hold it down for my biznite - they ain't scared to give head They gotta get this My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things My hot girls who bring work on a airplane My street-smart thugs who know how to think And throw the Feds off and put 'em on a train Can't forget thugs who be shinin', doin' they thing Ears, neck, wrists, and hand hollerin' *bling*bling* That's the ones who the B.G. represent Bustas, at all, can't feel this (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fellas Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how ya can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) Man, it's the B.G. (B.G.) (Uh-huh) Gotta represent the hood (Represent) (Gotta) The thugs, and the soldierettes Baby, busy Bubba: number-one stunna Wheezy, Juve, Turk: my Cash Money brothers My whole clique keep it real at all times My whole clique rock platinum at all times Bentley's, Benzes, and Hummers we stay pushin' Comin' down the block if everybody just lookin' You gotta respect how we came through the game twistin' Left it rearranged and left 'em shoutin', "Bling bling!" (Bling) You know now how we do You know now that we fools We all 'bout our bitches If it mean goin' back to slingin' chickens If it mean bein' gatted If it mean slip on masks Hustlers and thugs know what's up So come on - throw your sets up (Hook (B.G.) This for my dogs that be thuggin' on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar For my thuggers on the block all night, hustlin' Gettin' it how they can get it - livin' rough and rugged To the thrillas - don't depend on no fella Take care of your kids and clock your own cheddar (B.G.) I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel I keep it real I keep it real And if you're real you feel what I feel This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood all over and it's all good This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood (for the hood) This for the hood all over and it's all good This for the thugs (for the thugs) This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project This for the thugs (for the thugs) This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck) Bounce with me (Bounce) Smoke a ounce with me - haaha |
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from B.G. - Checkmate (2001)
[Lil' Wayne]
(Gibberish noises) Look, look, look I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me to your chic, that'll get her flip I'ma try not to mention that I'm rich, but it'll slip I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion Open mouth and it'll beam like the sun is emergin When I'm out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin Hummers be swervin like I'm passin y'all in speeding go-carts She think she look like a basketball season score chart Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg That playas raw call'em "Lil' Wayne the Don" [Chorus 2X: Lil' Wayne] When we come through you know how we do, dog (shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off [B.G.] Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good [Lil' Wayne] B.Geezy let them niggas know [B.G.] I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' "Look at him!" That be the Hot Boy they call "Bling Bling Slim" Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out" The chain I got on costs more than your dream house Presidential Roley, don't even want talk about Say whodi look at your bitch - she drooling from the mouth Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. and wildout Don't trip, let her come dip wit me dawg I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws I'm a fool wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin Until then I'm reppin, Stuntin flossed out You see me if you up north and I'm down south [Chorus] [B.G.] Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood Never forget where I come from, I'm too real Never for get the days I had to get it how I live But it's better now; I'm on another level now I got cheddar now; I got my shit together now I'm livin swell nigga, I'm givin hoes hell nigga My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys Man I'm ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G's Lose it - laugh about it - nigga like me don't miss it Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50 True that, it's all gravy, I get that there from Baby When I struggle niggas love me - now they can't take me But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em But if they fuck wit me - you gone have to worry bout'em [Chorus] (Gibberish noises sounding like the chorus) Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U (2001)
[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)]
[M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) --and loaded? ([M] Run it to 'em <Run it to 'em>) Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga) Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain) Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things <Have things>), and be sober, or be loaded with nothin' ([M] For sho' <For sho'>) Off top ([M] Run that there <Run that there>) [B.G.] I live rough - I done had enough of doin' bad If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops I try to clock 'cause that's all I know and slingin' But I got my Glock 'cause ain't no hangin' there if you ain't bangin' Gunshots be ringin', but I bump and bust 'til I let 'em know I ain't no ho, and I ain't 'bout to start bein' no ho I smoke herb tryin' to calm my motherfuckin' nerves But I'm stressed, and so (???)'ll leave ya on the curb I asked a nigga that I know to front a quarter bird But I smoked dope again - he said that's what he heard Now that's jeopardizin', that nigga brains blown away Niggas playa-hatin' - What kinda shit is that to say? Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry You better worry if you're dippin' your nose in mine Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times (Hook [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Now, maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober [B.G.] I want it - I'm pickin' your lock, comin' through blastin' Gotta feed the animal - this bitch gots to have it Where I'm from, there's no jive and you must be a survivor Niggas ain't relyin' on no nine-to-fiver Ruckus, beef, the ghetto is all I know Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down - any vest it will go through My hood is tainted-up, it's full of pollution Snortin' was last year - now a motherfucker shootin' Stickin' they arm up, not givin' a fuck Tryin' to jack the armored truck, not givin' a fuck Around my way, it's a residential project We all thuggin', so just look around and see who die next Man, I'm out the Melph - What am I supposed to do? Stand alone, gotta watch these niggas close to you I'm rappin', now I'm makin' money - I can't duck my niggas Get vacated, don't come around to say fuck my niggas (Enough of that) The same niggas that'll drown in that water for me Slow down, and'll spank a nigga daughter for me We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme You can't stop crimes 'cause Uptown is hard times (Hook [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Now, maybe I could still live in a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed [B.G.] That heroin hit my block; opened it like a earthquake Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday Some snortin', and some spikin' it That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it That (???), that shit is still sweet But you gon' get your money's worth in that Saint T. Or on Philip and C., or atop that CP3 But the B.G....workin' on kickin' that D Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change? Can I...maintain and do this rap thing? Yo, can I...kick it? [Mannie Fresh] Yes, you can [B.G.] Well, I'm gon' kick it - You bitches understand? I'ma get my n's deep and...buy me a truck Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck I'ma let mine hang - let the Desert Eagle sing Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine Push that big Expedition and get through hard times, nigga (Hook-3x [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed [Mannie Fresh (talking)] Keep your nose closed, ya heard me (ya heard me, ya heard me) Off top (Off top, Off top) |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U (2001)
Intro:
Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga (Verse 1) Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals trying to come up on six numerals riding high in fly with a game with no rules got a K cooked blues fore these fools slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked loose quick it's all on you bitch, choose bitch my life or your life you know only God know who bitch six shot pass me a six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car mask and flames five year's on each ??? like I'm hiding out like I'm the law I bring heat to yo street you paranoid can't eat or sleep can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking got to watch yo back on the grind cause you know the B.G. coming Chorus: repeat 2X I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling (Verse 2) Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off we bout that paper lil daddy we bout that drama lil mama ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches buy some t-shit with pictures for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here but they gone not forgotten but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga bout getting my figga's bigger nigga and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga Chorus (Verse 3) Coke dealer, dope dealer Juvenile ain't no joke nigga Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million so I do my thang represent and keep it street you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat I ain't goin to stop that late better yet I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through I ain't facing in my heart I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg I think with a pen and pad Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that I'm drop or get dropped I bust back Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese You know what I do and that's how I proceed |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U (2001)
It's an uptown Thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music that's non-stoppin' P-poppin' for the hoes Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit I represent, real ass niggas fa sho >From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between Bout green can't forget about Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy! Chorus: Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6 I keep it real for the real So the real could feel what I feel about my grill Them raps, is worth a mil You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit When I say Uptown brings it you experience Commence upon the drama that I present clown I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3 Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T. St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25 That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang Chorus It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G. Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart YOU'Z A HOE So stay on your side of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B. So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17 It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13 So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2 Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang Chorus |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U Vol.2 (2001)
Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me First Verse: Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there, Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do? Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose, I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter, I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter, Hollows come out like blat-blatta I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed, Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room, First thing flinch I go boom, With the sweeper I sweep like a broom, Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out, The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought, You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin' I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin', So I can uh-abuse the bitch, Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand, Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man Chorus: On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man Second Verse: B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt, Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk, Puttin' faces on shirts, You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass, Fifty shots, out each clip we blast, Full of that trash, out the St. T, We mash on the gas, Hangin' out the window, hit the heat Apply pressure to yo head nigga, And little bullets take red from yo head nigga, Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga, But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga It's All On U, If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga? Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga? If you got beef would you squash it and eat it? Make a nigga bleed, or think it's cool and now you eatin' it? If you got beef would you try to sleep on it? If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie, If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga, Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga Chorus Third Verse: I come hard enough, ya feelin' me? Fa shiggedy, Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City, In each and every K we tote, they got fifty, So bring it on however you wanna bring it on, Yo block explode like a bomb, I'm dangerous and armed, The B.G. did it, I live til' I'm gone, I'ma H.B., and gotta get my shine on, So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you, Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do, I'm quick to leave all the choices on you, Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot, The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave, If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave, Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks, That's how the U.P.T. play it if we got beef, I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand, I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man, Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand. |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U Vol.2 (2001)
[Talking]
Picture, I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me [Verse One] I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot 'Cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in I got it mapped up, it's planned all out I demand you denied, them lights goin all out I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G The niggas in the project come in black like always Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo' I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do' I push it wit ease Nigga freeze Get on yo knees No keys, no G's I find dead bodies Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily I'm leavin a made G Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my hand It's one way goin gettin money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour [Chorus]2x That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and the power Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower Sittin on G's wit 30 keys of powder [Verse Two] I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong Might be a power move to go in this nigga home I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit Aint killin no kids, but I'ma split his wig If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at Look at this chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it I'll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour [Chorus]2x [Verse Three] I planned this and I done planned that But every time it go sour, I can't stand that I want money and the power in my hand black I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that? I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin back I have no paper and I'm sober I aint havin that Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin that All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill I just be real and hope B.G. hit the jack pot Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride Hot Boyz come out, we all ride I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail You know I gotta duck, but I'm tryin to bring up tape sales 'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum Holdin my dick, G's and a strap in my hand [Chorus] 3x [Talking] Nigga, respect that All these niggas puttin on they black mask Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right 'Cause it aint gon' come out right You aint gon' come out wit no mail Make sure you got it down pat I done been through it And I aint bring nothin back But I'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me It's all gravy, Ca$h Money Records, Black Connection on the rise All the time... |
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from B.G. - It'S All On U Vol.2 (2001)
(Intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me? (no indeed no indeed) Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it (yes indeed yes indeed) Check it out.. (Verse 1) Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa If I don't know ya dont trust ya If I don't trust ya then fuck ya Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga (Chorus)x2 What cha wan do nigga How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in blood cuz Ya get it how ya live nigga (Verse 2) Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean? It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit Bust open the 911, let me take my hit Y'all done started, you can't quit I'm rushin with a monster blitz Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up (Chorus)x2 (Verse 3) All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you Me and my rounds come through set trippin Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given 50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke puttin change on niggaz brains behind me Chorus x3 |
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