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1. _ Knock Out
Verse one: turk
In the lex we gettin blunted
Fuckin hoes and countin money
Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin
Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga
Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas
Leavin em foul plus me and juvenile we blastin
Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin
Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin
Four karat choppers out the window start to firing
Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds
I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down
Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that
While i get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back
We spend cash with each other
Toss ass with each other
And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other
Fuckin right
We click tight
Nothin come in between
Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green
Chorus: juvenile
There once was a nigga and his name was turk
He always shot balled and he put in his work
Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude
Then he hit'em with the k knocked'em ouuta his shoes
Verse two: b.g.
B.g. and turk on fire true h.b.s
In my down low camaro blowin' them weeds
Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse
Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe
Ca$h money worth figuers and it aint no joke
We aint never been no hoe
So run up in ya smoke
I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and mac on the seat
Tuesday and thursday i lay low task force on they sweep
On sunday i'm out shinnin'
On the lake on crome straight blindin'
Me and my round off in whispers big tymin'
Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank i'm lyin'
At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'
Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'
Chorus: juvenile
There once was a nigga name baby g (b.g.)
He drove around town with a 223
Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude
So he hit'em with the k and knocked'em outta his shoes
Verse three: hot boys
B.g.: playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha
Me and the lil turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya
Turk: they got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the b.g.
Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street
B.g.: aks and sk rifles i tote them
Playa hata and balla blocka i smoke them
Turk: now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a ac (acura)
We love ta shine get down and dirty in black
B.g.: i ride in sharp cars and i make a lot of feddi
Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready
Turk: we'll leave ya block shook
Fuck ya hoe and get a hook
Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took
B.g.: i don't play dawg i got a resume to prove it
Rub me the wrong way i'ma draw down and start shootin'
Turk: for my nigga i'll blast be the first ta hit the set
Cock back the mac and let bullets eject
Chorus: juvenile
There once was some niggas out the cmb
Some out the mario some out that wild t.c.
Until one day they was bustin with some dudes
So they hit em with the k knocked em outta they shoes
Uh knocked em outta they shoes
T.c. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
V.l. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
They knocked em outta they shoes
Hot boy$ knocked em outta they shoes
B.g. knocked em outta they shoes
Nigga turk knocked em outta they shoes
The h.b.s knocked em outta they shoes
My nigga baby knocked em outta they shoes
My nigga manny knocked em outta they shoes
Knocked em outta they shoes
Knocked em outta they shoes
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2. _ 'bout My Paper
[talking] b.g.
Uh-huh i'm bout my feddi by all means
Verse: 1
Look here i be on a paper chase i'm all about my cheddar
I aint touching the mic if it aint five gs or better
I plan never to fall short again
I want game
Wootay i'ma tell ya no pain no gain
I hustle hard for what i want thats how i get it
I struggle hard and if its out there i'm goin get it
If ya see cmr a dollar sign on the cd
Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the b.g.
Me and my nigga b like suge and pac
We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top
Look aint no stoppin' us boy don't try
When you hear it once it aint no secret you go and buy
You can lie bout this stunt bout that
You can't dodge these fifty shots i'm bout ta rat-tat-tat
Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter
Straight hustle for my chesse i'ma money go-getter
(chorus) 2x
Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close
I want my green ta add up ta six zeros
Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split'em
Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you kill'em
Verse: 2
Its all about benjamins thats all i wanna have
Ducked off in my house with a hoe takin' a bubble bath
Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room floors
A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores
Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
Cuz my dick gettin' ate by my number one whore
Look i'm money hungry
Bout actin' a donkey
No longer a junkie
I got rid of that monkey
I'm cheeky i don't want you fuckin' with my shit
My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out shit
Sparklin' gold cover my muthafuckin' grill
Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills
Fuckin' up this rap game with these wicked rap skills
And aint far from makin' gs ta makin' mills
I'm a treal b.g. uptown hard hitter
On the real my nigga i'ma money go-getter
(chorus) 2x
Verse: 3
Oh i gotta get it gotta grab it
Gotta have it
Like snortin' dope but snortin' coke is a habit
I gotta see it gotta feel it
Quick ta spin it
Shoot dice all day with my niggas tryin' ta win it
I rap hustle cuz i'm a hustlin' ass nigga
Also a gat totter bout bustin' some ass nigga
So you can play with me bout my chesse
You gotta go fool in a casket six feet deep
Sellin' tapes and cds
Like sellin' pick threes
Ring up a million sales we done hit the lottery
I'm a benjamin chaser
Playa hata eraser
Police have no case
Cuz i do murders without a trace
I'm almost at home i done past third base
I'm playin' with five figures when i get six i'm straight
If i catch yo bitch down bad i'ma hit her
Paper chaser nigga b.g. a money go-getter
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3. _ Cash Money Roll
(baby of bigtymer$)
Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics
Verse 1:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car c.m.b (cash money boy$) boys could claim it
Lexus's, benz's, & truck motorbikes you name it
Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on
Right here got the nine & in my left the primeco phone
Rap dues i done paid it
I'm on a level that these niggaz can't fade it
Nigga i been hustlin since twelve i done made it
Rappin off nuthin but mannie (mannie fresh) beat$
He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
Million dollar contract a 150 pages, not minimum
We makin maximum wages
Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it
We hit canal (canal street) so deep click so strong
Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
The hummer sound had em' jumpin in the superdome
We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
We go shopping and spend 50 g's at the mall
But that hurt cause cash money go still ball
Until we fall
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(repeat twice)
Verse 2:
I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears
The dress code: t-shirts, ree's (reebok soldiers) & bauds (girbauds)
It's 98, my money stack it don't fold
I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions
Hide your bitch cause i will have in my possession
I'm top notch, it ain't no secret i'm hot
You can spot, my rolex watch from down the block
I don't talk shit if i ain't able to prove it
My wrist all bitch, especially in the dark bitch
I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog
And play'n with a little change nigga, fog
Fuck with me i put a little over your brain
But fuck that i ride and let my chopper rang nigga
Since 97 i got a lil thicker and taller
Chancin 6 figgaz, i'm the cash money baller
Chorus: x3
Verse 3:
Say b (baby), i heard cap had another baby
It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga
You know i got a lil hotgirl to be
That's my world dawg she lookin just like me
I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats
I got my lil girl a lexus for when she grow up
I flying from tennessee to texas trying to blow up
I need 10 g's a show for me to show up
And six weeks for me and my click to post up
We shining, wearing rolex's that winding
Stacking money for days nigga, big tyming
Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin
Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(repeat three)
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control!
(baby talkin shit at the end)
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4. _ Dog Ass
(b.g.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine a$$
What you need to do is let a nigga get behind that
I'm find that spot for you, make it drip
Once it get wet enough for me, i'm let it rip
Now bring it to me, toot it up, don't grab me
She said ooh woo, you doing that daddy
Now take it out, put it where it should be
I don't want nothing but mouth you understood me
I'll hit you with the knuckle hoe, i'm from the 3 (3rd ward)
Where they say fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, what i mean is
Get your it right hoe or that's you issue
I been holla at your potna so a nigga ain't gone miss u
Good rittens, matter fact if she don't know how to act
She gone be on the next thing smoking
So how u luv dat
Bgeezy (b.g.) u did that but it's all gravy nigga
Let's go get some hood rats!
Chorus:
(juvenile)
B.g. go on with your dog a$$
Boy you know you wrong with dog a$$
(b.g. aka baby gangsta)
Say juve you down bad with your dog a$$
You done fuck that girl friend with your dog a$$
Verse 2:
I play the game how it go
A different hoe everynight in my condo
I throw dick like elway throw a football
I care less but a bitch i fuck friends and all
I'm a nigga that them hoes just can't stand
I'm that nigga that hoes want to be their old man, respect this
I have you ridin on renzos in the benzo (bens)
I beeped your friend have her ducked off in the maro (camaro)
I'm cut throat, i her you beefin with your sister i give a fuck hoe
Me & juve two niggas you can't trust
We from uptown, we like ice on our nuts hoe
That's how the game go, look
I fuck you u fuck him we don't care
He fuck you fuck me we like this here
I toss a bitch he toss a bitch that's how we ball
He ain't right, i ain't right, we both dogs
Chorus:
Verse 3: (juvenile & b.g.)
Broads i use to fuck with be try'n to get me killed now
Now i gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now
I could slow down with my girl and try to keep it real now
Hoes use to play me close i wonder how they fell now
They don't have a man that's gonna help with they bills now
Begging me to come back tellin me they gonna chill now
You know i got a mill now, climbing up the hill now
Shining up my grill now, protected by the steel now
(b.g.)
Hoes know lil duggey (b.g.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
I'm a dog it ain't no secret i be grilling bitches
You full of that poppa watchout cause i be wilding bitches
I know you go let me slang that dick cause it's mine hoe
I know you go let me do my thing i like to shine hoe
I know you gone respect my mind and let a nigga ball
I know you gone respect my mind and let me be a dog
With my dog a$$
Chorus:
(juvenile)
B.g. go on with your dog a$$
Boy you know you wrong with dog a$$
(b.g. aka baby gangsta)
Say juve you down bad with your dog a$$
You done fuck that girl friend with your dog a$$
(repeat once)
Cash money go on with they dog a$$
They got it goin on with they dog a$$
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5. _ Play'n It Raw
[talking] b.g.
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw
Verse:1 lil' turk
Gettin' killed aint no thang in the n.o.
Some people live some people get smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit even little kids
Niggas be lookin' like they at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin' they just do they thang
Bullets be coastin' like birds in a flock
Hit yo block
With camouflage nigga gone get got
A hundred shots flippin' you can get away
Gettin' chopped losin' they life by the a.k.
Everyday niggas at war niggas dyin'
Thats yo ass if you don't have it on yo waste line
Kickin' n.o.playin' by no rules realah
Like b.g. whatever you do its all on you realah
Verse:2 juvenile
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
Only my dead niggas could of live to see this
I appreciate what the lord gave to me
But i don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me
What is it is it the car is it the jewels
Is it the shoes
Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do
I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me
Or nab me
Thats why when i ride on my lap be
The strap piece
Don't try ta jam one tha oneway dawg
Look cuz you aint gettin' away without no gunplay fall
You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close
In a morge with a tag on yo toe
Believe this fuck with me i aint gone let it go
I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo
I follow my first rhyme cuz at no second chance of life
Either niggas out cha bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit i aint for it so get cha business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
Verse:3 lil' wayne
What yall don't know
Lil' wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt and lets go (what)
What yall niggas thank wayne aint bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a k foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside ya complex duckin' waitin' ta blast
I'll kick yo ass if too many questions
And i'll catch a nigga cut with two s.ks.
Yall fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot head busts leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis
Buck, boys better lay it down when i'm spittin'
Put it like this in the primetime of the night you can try ta come in
But cha can't go and split it ha ha (laughing) get it
Better watch and ya mentionin' fluid ya mouth
Better rearrange ya system
Yall niggas want beef look and what
Me and lil' tolie in tha fire lettin' tha cash buck
So what ya scared now ha punk leave tha street
Beat cha meat
Do sumin get from 'round me
Lil shy you really thank its a game bruh
Let me show ya when them hotboys play tha game raw (what)
Verse:4 b.g.
Ya got some keys i come ta duct tape ya and rope ya
Stay low
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho
I gets low down and dirty for my cheese
Ya know b.g. roll with 'bout it h.bs.
We strapped
Get flipped up around and get kidnapped
Where its at
Don't bring me to a bukah you'll get capped
Its like that i won't mine just like you want yurn
I gotta get my shine on cuz i feel like its my turn
Fuck a bitch
My money is way more important i'm behind tha tints
On a mission tryin' ta get it
And i won't stop 'til i got it all in one pile
The got a hit over a nigga head for fifteen thou
I'm goin' out
To tha house
Where he lay at
I'm goin' prawl around the club where he play at
I'm a get with him
Split him
Put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw nigga
(chorus) lil' wayne
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Ya slip up when ya thank its a game
Cuz them
Cuz them hot boy$ nigga
They they play tha game raw nigga
What what
Huh huh
What
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot boys play tha game raw nigga
Don't slip up play tha game raw nigga
Get flipped up play tha game raw nigga
Set split up play tha game raw nigga
What hot boy$ play tha game raw nigga
What
What
Ha what
What what
What what
Talking:
Thats how it is uh huh
Its real what
Play tha game raw nigga
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6. _ Niggas In Trouble
[mac]
Yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g.
You can't see me
It's like that in 96 y'all
U.p.t. connect
Keepin' it real
Give em a lil respect
We doin' it just like that
[mac]
Feel the wrath of a solja, the crescent city jesus
I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of babe ruth
We hit em
Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
Got the town locked with underground stock
Around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
I left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But i'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
Crooked cops started buckin' at us
Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I grab the tec and started buckin' back
Cuz i'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
[b.g.]
Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back
Plot it out, i put me an extra one in
That's eighteen in tha 9, i'm ready to discharge
That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard
Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front
They get sent when you duck when i hear from the blunt
Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and i'ma toast ya
I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more
You know i bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall
I send death threats, and then i fulfill em
Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but i'ma kill'em
My nine milli is the nigga on side of me
Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me
Try to swallow me under providence memorial park,
I'm too smart to be caught, i'ma snort what i just bought
Take a ride
With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side
I'm so high, and the motto uptown is do or die
Let's make it happen, think of an action
Fuck rappin' i'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'
Pull out the strapin' and start bustin',
Show me you bout buckin' or duckin'
Cuz i'm sendin' 17 slugs i'm a thug
All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged
Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase
You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face
Get out the way on tha double, i bust ya bubble
I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
[mac]
T-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him jonny
I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
I can't believe it, officer friendly, he put a slug in lil' mckinley
I'll be a memory, but i ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the valujet
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet
They should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka i'm a solja
You can't kill me
They said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the mac's assassination, nigga it's like that
[b.g.]
Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'
Cuz the shit that i'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin'
Cuz i ain't half steppin', when i come for the chop
I clock, meal, and rob, black connection is the mob
That i'm married to, tru to life real niggas
Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas
Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard
But i see through you muthafucka i pull ya card
Representin' i war and die for this rap game
It's the only thing i know besides hustlin', so i do my thang
Done crossed the line wit niggas i thugged with
We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit
So give us respect because we comin' direct
Totin' tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
Baby gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
Then blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta
Leavin' lifeless? no, never
I reverse the game in a double, i bubble
To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble
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7. _ Cash Money Is An Army
Shit's just to real, respect my mind
I'm tell'n you what's real, i'm a come like this
Verse 1:
Money making is my thing, cause i'm try'n to be rich
Try'n to put a way mil (million) that's why i'm in ths studio on my shit
Droppin rap after rap like we sell key after key
Backed up by the best fresh (mannie fresh) drop it beat after beat
My click is the hotboy$ best believe we so hot!
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With ak's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet
I go by the name the b.g., i ride on chrome in the 98 lex e-s-3
I bust a nigga dome for baby, known as b-3, and all these niggaz
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to home nigga
It ain't gravy nigga
Don't playa hate me nigga cause i'll leave your shit stale
Light you're a$$ up real good you'll never get well.
Chorus:
Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga (repeat x1)
Verse 2:
I got a path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, i play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw, and do my thing, nigga fuck the world!
Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides
I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know i'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed
I know i'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill
Shit just to real and i'm in a battlefield try'n to get my mil
It ain't no secret i got skills to pay the bills, i'm climbing up
The fucking hill, cash money highly respected with out a
Major deal, i'm still that chopper city nigga that like to chill
Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real b.g.
Bout trigga play, trigga play
Chorus x2:
My stumping ground is the mutha phuckin u.p.t (uptown new orleans)
If you want me i can be found on v.l. (valence street) in the 13th
Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round l.t.
A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the t-o-p
A h.b., (hotboy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
I'll meet your on the other side i been thinking bout you day & night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing i been keepin it real,
You lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal
I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg,
My rolex still winding like you left it fog
Me and my click still boss,
Still stunt 4 show i just bout the mercedes jeep off the show
Room floor! our dawg valle just touch down,
We just maintaining, represent draining,
Gone to hotels training, training,
Fucking these hoes all day & all night!
Chorus x2:
Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga
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8. _ Real Niggaz
Talking ( b.g.)
Wuz happenin' man?
Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz
Ya heard me?
Baby, slim, fresh, turk, wayne, juvi, joe cassi, k.c., curl
It don't even much stop (i keep it real with my real niggaz)
I got real niggaz all over
Man, look here
Verse:1
My hood is kurupted with nothin but killers and soldiers
Off top cut throaters, get crossed up, get fucked over
It's in a nigga nature to put that iron
Don't playa hate us
Get knocked off the map
Head fall off your shoulder in 'ya lap
Wuz, happenin' lil' wootay
I'm bout that trigga play
Kidnappin', jackin', and murderin'
Pistols click clackin
I'm blastin i know that you heard of me
Call me lil' duga
B.geezy fore sheezy it's gravy
Niggas they ?? me they can't take me
So they choose to hate me
Jealous bitches i abuse a assault rifle ??? did
Folks grief, fall on they knees, 'cause i play for keeps
I been thugged out since back in the g's
God blessed ????
Me and my fuckin' dog lt
It ain't never got to the point where i can't handle the heat
I can't see no way out for me i'm in the game too deep
So, until i'm covered in white sheets
Shit is gonna be real, nigga
When i'm afiliated with beef
(chorus)2x
I keep it real with my real niggaz
They beefin' i donate steel to my real niggaz
No secret i'll splitta mill with my real niggaz
Get in drama kill or be killed with my real niggaz
Off top
Verse 2:
All my niggaz bout they business
Hustle for the feddi first alternative is they riches
Bitch regard everything peddi
We shinin are so deadly
Don't checks snitches hate up throw 'em in ditches
Now, i'm the type that'll die for nigga
No matter how deep the water is
I'll ride for my nigga
I don't give a fuck
I'll give my last dime to my nigga
Save my heart
But keep it real at all times with my nigga
Look, that's for my nigga
If he on a murder charge
I'ma make sure he got no witness
Ya know without no witness
No way he can be convicted
While he down i'll handle business for 'em
My nigga real
If he want me to fuck his bitch it's on
He can call 24-7 ain't no limit for 'em
Nigga if i had to
I'd take a life sentence for 'em
?? jungel
On a wild life adventure for 'em
It don't matter
I go on any kind of mission for 'em
'cause i'm real
(chorus)2x
Verse 3:
Oh, best beleive i come and get you if i want you
Get caught wit' yo' draws down
Then lil' geezy will funk ya
Never underestimate me just because ima youngster
I know a nigga named turk
Leave ya' in the driveway dumpster
I fuck wit' only real niggaz
Hard hitters, trill niggers, straight wig splitters
No soft niggaz my dogs play the game raw nigga
You'd be fucked up if you see half the shit a saw nigga
I know ?? take drama far nigga
Shake the dice roll 'em out
That's on the fall nigga
Keepin it real man that's all in my heart nigga
Cause comin up that's all my people talk nigga
I know ?? ?? off vl
Bout that trigga play
I know lil' ?? out that 6 set a buster straight
Every nigga that i ifiliate ?? real
Much love to my nigga gangsta still hard to kill
I keep it real
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9. _ Bling Bling
Verse one: baby
Nigga i got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil b.g.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy i don't give a fuck
And i'ma always show love to my cut
Hit the club light tha bitch up
The cash money motto we got to drank til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out guaranteed i can fuck
Wootay i'm tattooed and barred up
Medallion iced up, rolex bezelled up
And my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut
And my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger cause nigga i don't give a fuck
Stack my chesse up
Cause one day i'm a give this street life up
Beef i don't discuss
A nigga outta line gone get his motherfuckin head bust
Cash money millionaires plus
Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck
Twenty inches tv is a must
By the year two thousand i'm gut out my bus
Verse two: lil' turk
A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see cash money you know you stay flossin
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin
I aint seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I aint seen a marette that can run like mine
1999, and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind
Pourin vodka til i die drank til i faint
Til a nigga tell me i need another drank
My nigga baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga baby told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose
I'm the freak of the click
Keep it on the tuck so i creep on a bitch
And i play it on the raw never sleep with a bitch
Keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch
(chorus) lil' wayne 2#
Bling bling
Everytime i come around yo city
Bling bling
Pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling
Everytime i buy a new ride
Bling bling
Lorinsers on yokahama tires
Bling bling
Verse thre: manny fresh
It's the nigga with tha lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga cause i don't love her
Balla, manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to juve and wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
Verse four: juvenile
I'm a 1999 driver
I'm a uptown third ward magnolia t.c. driver
Ol ignorant ass always stunting
Big ballin ass nigga you can see him when he comin
Booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinnin' up
Muthafuckas be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin, "i'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin, "juve got me damn"
(chorus) 2x
Verse five: b.g.
I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know i'm the b.g.
I be fuckin niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "look at that benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man i got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga baby gettin' a special built machine
A mercedes benz 700 v14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that
Man look at that
Niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy ya blindin me
All day my phone ringin bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling
(chorus) 2x
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10. _ Thug'n
[b.g.]
I be thugging and it aint no secret
I run game so when it rains on me i can peep it
My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus
I let 'em hang so when shit gets real heads get bust
I aint the one that gets caught up and see an early grave
Being all the way true to the game is how i was raised
Niggas i came up under got nothing but street ways
Niggas i came up under tote nothing but ak's
They sat me down schooled me where at an early age
So off top i lay it down when i feel played
Meet lil fat kenny, faire and my dog schraie
When i catch you down bad, where you stand is where you lay
I don't plan for the future, i live day for day
Cross my path i'll execute cha, respect what i say
Vl niggas play it raw, you could trust that
I got the key in the car me and baby got the glock and map
We thugged out
Chorus: repeat 2x
I be thugging and it aint no secret
I run game so when it rains on me i can peep it
I represent to the fullest what you bout i'm bout
Freedom or jail i'm always gonna be thugged out, thugged out
[b.g.]
Lil geezy be thugging to the fullest
Stay strapped, so when drama kickin' ready to pull it
You want beef with my niggas, look here bring it on
I'm bout that dome checkin, and i'm gone let it be known
I'm a roam, through your hood when i see you duck
Whoevers on the block gets two cause i drop my nuts
Realism is in my nature thats how its gotta be
I'm a fire that cant be put out aint no stopping me
They dont call b.g. a hot boy for nothing
I'm bout gangster shit, and hoes know i'm working with something
I was chillin in timbermen with my dogs thugging
Some niggas buckin
But alot of niggas button
The upt is where i stunt, nigga thats my hometown
And everybody knows that on sunday it be going down
So until i die i'ma be about that street shit
I'm bout mine
And i aint the one you wanna beef with
I'm thugged out
Chorus: repeat 2x
[b.g.]
Look my block hot the law sleep every other day
We beefin off top, we creep every other day
My dog malcolm on a charge, he gets parole up in may
He told me where he left the glock, k ????
I run with niggas thats bout drama, well lets get funky
Slip i duct tape your momma, my dogs are donkeys
We bout are business, so you better act like you know
Play possum, so its a must we play you like a fuckin' hoe
I'm true to the game, play it exactly how it goes
I lay my rep down with the benz off the showroom floor
I'm swimming in a pool of hundreds
Lil dougie be thuggin, but lil dougie got beacoup money
Niggas know my click had the crowd buckin'
Niggas know my click is the click that be on t.v. stuntin'
Niggas know my click is the click, play with us and we bustin'
Niggas know my click is the click that be straight thuggin'
We thugged out
Chorus: repeat 2x
[b.g. talking]
Off top
Its not a doubt that i gotta floss
The hater wanna see me ducked out for sho
I aint even much have'n that ya heard me
My whole click thugging
Thats just how we do it
Pants saggin' ya heard me
T-shirt hangin nigga
Fucking these niggas old ladys
And all ya heard me
We plays it raw
We aint taken no charge like that their
B.g.eezy's in the muthafuckin house nigga
Ten slugs and im out nigga
Whta you bout nigga i'm bout nigga
Fuck that however
It dont matter
Thugged out
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11. _ Intro (big Tymers)
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12. _ Made Man
[talking]
Verse:1 b.g.
I been in this game for awhile i'm a paid man now (huh bruh)
On my sixth solo album i'm a made man now (yep)
Six years strong in this game
Been doing my thang (respect)
Eighteen
Livin' a millionaire dream (dream)
All my niggas worth ten gs (off top)
Twenty on my rolex five on my pinky ring
In my younger day i was facin' penitentiary (fa sho)
I was packin' 22s back in elementary (i saved ya)
I done been through it all
A muthafuckin' juvenile i can go through fall (off top)
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war (huh bruh)
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car (car)
Before the school bell ring i was smokin' a gar (gar)
Runnin' to my mama residence off the set (set)
Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that i regret (no mo)
But i done shaked that life cuz b.g. got plans (off top)
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man
(chorus) 4x
I got the right to hold a k up in my hand
Cuz i'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga
Verse:2 baby
Nigga i'm a made man gold mouth dog (what)
Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog (say dat)
But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls (fuck dem)
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy (alright)
Now i'm out cha with my homies and i'm actin' a hog (actin')
Tru to what i seek tryin' ta live my songs fall (livin')
Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet
Muthafuckas creep
Nigga want war lets take it to the street
Me and my lil b.g. tag teamin' in 93
I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps (fuckin' right)
Nigga disrespect lets put the nigga to sleep (put'em ta sleep)
I'm discreet about the things that i do on the streets
Them niggas be sayin' baby put that fuckin' boy to sleep (baby done that?)
Them niggas be sayin' baby put that change on his feet (baby done that?)
I got these niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?)
I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook)
Lockin' down the whole project
For self-respect (lock it down)
And them police be sayin i know he on paper he got a tech (aint that cold)
Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man
Fuck with my lil b.g.s and nigga you a dead man
Helicopters and choppers is what i save man
I'm a paid man
'til i'm a dead man
Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man
I'm mutha made man
(chorus) 4x
Verse:3 b.g.
I'm on a level where i ride on dubbs now (on dubbs)
I'm on a level old timers give me love now (love)
I walk the street nigga respect the b.g. (fa shizzi)
Because i made it i'm a major part of cmb (off top)
Baby gave me the game at a young age
Handle yo businees bust a head if you feel played (fa shizzi)
And best believe i done took some niggas off the shelf
God forgive me i got a graveyard under my belt (forgive me lawd)
I done walked in the killer shoes
The drug dealer shoes
Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues
I been in the game for awhile i done graduated
I feel deep down in my heart i can't be faded
You don't know what i done been through
To get to (not at all)
Where i'm at now cross me i'll flip you (fa sho)
I'm doin' hella good but i done done bad (millionaire dream)
I'm glad to say that i'm a made man (off top nigga)
(chorus) 4x
[talking] b.g.
My nigga juve a muthafuckin made man nigga
My nigga fresh a muthafuckin made man nigga
I know baby a muthfuckin made man nigga
Suga slim a muthafuckin made man nigga
(chorus and talking until end)
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13. _ Hard Times
Who put this shit together
I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that
Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at
Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-shit
They callin' my moma in i got her lookin' unfit
But look it aint cint fault i turned out this way
Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
When my daddy got killed i think thats when i went a stray
Mark nell l.t. and me made niggas lay on they face
We was about that gunplay and on the grind
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
Gotta get it how you live where the fuck i'm from
Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck i'm from
Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous
They lock us up but the jail aint changin' us
You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dyin'
Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga
(chorus) 2x
Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at
Hard times got the b.g. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga
Its a hard time comin' up where i'm from like a twister spinnin'
Don't get caught in it
Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
Jackin' is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road
I move fast my people say i need ta slow down
Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
I'm beefin' with different sets i'm duckin' them white folks
Playin' my hoes close
They tied up like a rope
I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill
Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field
Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real
My mama cryin' cuz she think i'ma get my head bust
But i tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough
Welfare aint enough
And i wanna shine
So i'm goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa
(chorus) 2x
Me and my niggas buyin' cars don't give a fuck what its costin'
Neighborhood superstar hot boy$ bout flossin'
Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often
We ballin'
Shot callin'
Walkin' to the top
And when we get there believe we closin' shop
I'm lettin' my law down makin' gs nigga
I done been through them hard times i'm makin' chesse nigga
Me and fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
Fade me the b.g. pretty please nigga
I'm a six figure
Money go-getter
Drivin' expedition
Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position
Riches is what i'm chasin' everyday nigga
Killin' bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
Tryin' ta shine ca$h money on the grind nigga
Stackin' gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me
(chorus) - repeat to end
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14. _ With Tha B.g.
B.g. [talking]
Don't fuck with me
Tellin' ya
Verse one: b.g.
Nigga better tighten up
Before my clique start lighten up
Fuckin' with me baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust
My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron
I got some niggas with choppers m-11 glocks ya hear me
I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me
Niggas know that i stack feddi sip fine wine
I aint no hoe so come and test me i bust fifty times
Put a nigga in a blenda blukah
Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up blukah blukah
If you bout nigga hatin' on me i don't give a fuck
They thank i don't know they out there waitin' on me i'ma hit the bus
Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street
Everyday of the week fuckin' with the b.g.
(chorus) b.g. 4x
Fuckin' with tha b.g.
Ca$h money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
Verse two: b.g.
I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat
Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet
I gotta protect me
I can't let cha doom check me
I stays on my ps
I can't see wettin' the b.g.
Yeah i'm still the same fire boy nigga
Got beams on my toys and i still bring noise nigga
I keep it real forever treal nigga
Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga
Gotta get my shine on
I stress to ya i'm bout chesse so i gotta get my grind on
I gotta ride on crome
I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
Ca$h money off the hezzay
Besides b and slim been way been on fresh since the b.geezay
It aint no secret handle biz black i keep tha ??? gangsta
He keep the fire ass trick nack
Then you know bout the h.beezay
Wayne juve turk aint no way you niggas can see me
Before you step to me thank nigga
I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga
(chorus) 4x
Verse three: baby
Nigga i'm a veteran at this shit
Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit
Niggas gettin' crossed up
Tossed up
From fuckin' with cmr niggas gettin dished up
From millionaires plus
Diamonds bezzel crush
My lil b.g. plush
From his rolex to his lexus truck
But we'll never get enough
Got this rap game fucked up
And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
Off tha heezy
With this motherfuckin chessezy
My lil b.geezy
Know if a nigga get outta line he gotta come see me
But for now got to strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy
So i can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy
And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
And send the video tape back to b.geezy
And when finish hand it off to man feezy
And when he finish won't he toss to suga seezy
Fuckin' with my b.geezy
I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me
Verse four: manny fresh
Check it out baby boy while i run this shit
The life you talkin' bout man i done done this shit
Rough rugged
Muthafuck it
If you can dig it nigga then i done already dug it
Ready like the marines
Nigga with infared beams
I go get my shit i don't talk about dreams
Mr. betty crocker
Does it even cock up
Nigga knocka
Juice and vodka
Represent a stocka
If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
Ca$h money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby
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15. _ Trigga Play
I'm bout that trigga play nigga
I aint stuntin you bout two
You can get busy you know the choices is on you
I come through your areas to burry you
I slow you down take your rolex with the bezel too
The b.g. a hb off vl
Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell
I armed nigga and backed up by click niggaz
Thats trigga happy dont give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin haters with tommy guns spillin haters
The ghetto made us slangin is how we get our paper
Pull off capers an original thug taper
Got riches handed over nigga before i erase ya
You want my troubles i dont believe you ready for it
But i'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it
You want beef i'm dramatized on paper
You makin me sleep cause i'm bout that trigga play
(chorus)
B.g. bout trigga play
B.g. bout gettin funky anyday
B.g. bout spittin 50 out a k
On the real b.g. bout trigga play now woo the
B.g. straight duckin feds
On the real b.g. bout bustin heads
On the real b.g. killin chopters
Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters
*on the real*
Picture i hang words with a nigga off the other side
Can't underestimate him so i'ma grab my shit and ride
Wayne drive do a pull up and i'ma bust
Wicked plus after that bussiness is a must
My ????? know him he wanna fuck so she can get it
She on the phone with him, nobody home with him
Got it goin in right i know he keep his chrome with him
I'm squeeky yeah i'ma hit him in his dome nigga
His enemy aint with nobody stillin me
Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary
I keep a nina if not i keep a fifth beemer
Once the drama on i aint waitin to cap a p bra
Snake for jake blood for blood i'm with it aint no love
Anybody slip and they get slid
I ride or die i play it raw thats the way i'm raised
Spray for spray nigga i'm bout that trigga play
(chorus)
B.g. bout trigga play
B.g. bout gettin funky anyday
B.g. bout spittin 50 out a k
On the real b.g. bout trigga play, now woo thee
B.g. straight duckin feds
On the real b.g. bout bustin heads
On the real b.g. play with choppers
Look in the sky flyin by it's helicopters
*on the real*
Its on again i gotta grab my chrome again
Some nigga trippin i gotta upset a home again
I'm spankin niggaz after a wait they momma be faintin
I'm yankin niggaz in any given situation
No mouthin off i bring the blues to the weak
Nigga what you wan' do i'll tear down both sides of the streets
In the u.p.t. on the up and up niggas get killed
In the u.p.t. on the up and up shit really get real
You slangin coke if anything be ready to accept it
Cause you'll have those checks comin and b.g. will intercept it
I like that i play the game raw nigga
Lets take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga
On the backstreet its me in a black ram truck
Head huntin woo thee tryin to jam a nigga up
I'm on a grind for mind to get it how you feel
I'ma stunt nigga its all about that trigga play
(chorus)
B.g. bout trigga play
B.g. bout gettin funky anyday
B.g. bout spittin 50 out a k
On the real b.g. bout trigga play now woo the
B.g. straight duckin feds
On the real b.g. bout bustin heads
On the real b.g. towin chopters
Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters
*on the real*
(repeat chorus)
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16. _ Uptown My Home
(b.g.)
It's still an uptown thing nigga
B.g. representin' to the fullest
It's still an uptown thing nigga
Check it out
Verse 1: (b.g.)
I reside in the same place, nigga upt
Represent the same war, vl 13
Still carry mine tighter, niggas real b.g.
Still tote my chopper, and my 2-23
Now cash money is my home, til i'm dead and gone
Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong
Imma stand my ground, be all i can be
And shoot down everybody player hatin' me
I den been alot of places, i strapped around
But i never found a town like uptown
Out, lounge all day, smoke weed by the pound
I cruise all day through the project bumpin' my sound
All these stunners hit it 6 under the ground
You were on the front row wearing that black gown
These rookies reppin' i done saw more, what ya'll den seen
Don't let me catch ya down bad, from the 3 to the 13
Chorus: (b.g.)
Uptowns my home, that's where i do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Watch that infra red on sunday it's going down
Look, i never found a town like uptown
Uptowns my home, that's where i do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Watch that infra red on sunday it's going down
Look, i never found a town like uptown
Verse 2: (b.g.)
I represent off top, uptowns the shit
B.g. rap hustling, nigga tryin' to get rich
Cash money records model, don't trust no bitch
Cause if she know when she got ya, jackers coming you all in
13-vl, the hot boys for sure
You get your wig split quick from the magnumcalio
Saint t got my tweeked out, but they got tortured
As i said it had me zzzed out, nigga zzzed out
For shit that imma pull nigga
You fuck with me your swimming in a blood pool nigga
My ak-47, my main tool nigga
Spin off in the f150 with loud boom nigga
You want beef it's all on you nigga
I'm all ears, tell me what cha wanna do nigga
And we can get straight to it, don't move, i've got the red beem on ya
Bring how you feel, buster take it how you wanna
Chorus: (b.g.)
Repeat
Verse 3: (b.g.)
Second line sunday uptown thats the day bout stuntin'
Niggas in big bodies on chrome, got the trunk straight rumpin
You see them motorbike boys, niggas in z's
You see big trucks on 19's, shit with tv's
Nigga's who beefing dressed in black, i catch them off their p's
They play the game, very dirty in the upt
Is iron slangin' all day is you ready for that
Nigga 9's ringing all day is you ready to bust back
If your not i think you're on the wrong side of the bridge
Niggas that south side the click, wootay guard your wig
In a second it could get split, i spin the benz and the rover
Ah, my chopper try to knock ya, yeah it should clean off your shoulder
You was a soilder, imma tell ya, niggas stand your ground
Cause if you not paying attention, you 6 under the ground
13-vl is where i be, if i need to be found
You niggas streak and let of heat is how we do it uptown
Chorus: (b.g.)
Repeat
(b.g.)
As i proceed to hit the motherfucking weed
I represent to the fullest, nigga the upt
As i proceed to hit the motherfucking weed
I respresnt to the fullest, nigga the upt
B.g., the upt, 13-vl, cash money big balling
Shot calling, nigga back against the walling
It's all good you heard me, it's 98 nigga
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