Checkmate

[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!

[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]

[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 fuck 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
Fuck 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?)

[b.g.]
Ohhh
Man, somethin' stank
Ooohh
You smell that?
I don't know what that is

Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that b.g. do for fun
It don't help to run - i'll empty 'em all out the drum
When it come down to one-eight-seven i don't play
When it come down to you or me, it won't be me
Got quick hands, call me "quick draw", i'll draw first
Hit ya, loosen up your head, watch your shit burst
Been about gun-play, puttin' bustas on t-shirts
Creepin' down the one-way lettin' that ak work
Ain't too many niggas i beef with still here
Might could count a few rollin' 'round in a wheelchair
Nigga know my background - so, cowards, stay your distance
Know if you get into it with me you get splitted
Know you could cause your momma or sister to come up missin'
It could be broad daylight - i'll walk up and twist 'em
I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know
If not, then ask the police for my m.o.

(hook-4x [turk & b.g.])
[turk] god damn!!! what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well

[turk]
I'll make sure that a nigga is cooked and well-done
Stand over the bitch - give it to him one by one
I gotcha down bad, i'ma leave ya, cousin
No matter what time it is, i'ma leave ya, cousin
A nigga won't go in that ocean for ya - bring it on
Do or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone
I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodie
Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie
Six under the dirt
Is where you'll be fuckin' with this nigga: turk
I'll knock your head off, put your back in your chest
Play the same twitch straight to the project
Just chill - sit back and lay low
Stay on my p's and q's - keep the four-four
You know how it go: give bitch-niggas hell
And i'll make sure they'll never get well

(hook [turk & b.g.])
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well

[b.g.]
I got bad nerves - don't make me click if i do
What happen after i finish with you is on you
I warned you - you can't never say i didn't
Brains painted on the ground when i stop spittin'
"to society i'm a menace" is what the judge said to me
Trippin' 'cause i keep a automatic that's fully
Finger stay on the trigger - see my enemy, i'm pullin'
Bitch-nigga say he feel me, laughed at me, say i wouldn't
You know geezy couldn't let that slide by
I do walk-up's, never drive-by's
Grab a nigga by his head, whisper to him 'fore i do him
"why," i said, "you're here, wodie?" - execute him
That there raw, huh - i know, nigga
Geezy ain't no ho, nigga
Been cutthroat, been playin' the game how it go, nigga
So if you like livin', mind your own business
Or you gonna be traced in white chalk, ya here me

(hook [turk & b.g.])
[turk] god damn!!! what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well
[turk] god damn!!! ([b.g.] they hollerin') what's that smell?
[b.g.] that's that nigga who will never get well

[b.g.]
Never get well
He'll never get well (damn, that stank!)
Never get well
Where that shit comin' from? man, that stank!
Hell, you see, man, where that shit comin' from?
That shit stank
I think that's comin' from under the house over there
Oh no no, that shit comin from that trunk of that car we just walked by
I don't know where that shit comin' from
I know that shit stank

[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

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..

[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

("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!")

[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