It's All O

(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

[b.g.]
Uptown is my home, thats where i do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt
It's me or you on that shirt
Cant let no nigga fix me
Cant let no nigga get me
I'ma draw and hit first, i cant let no nigga split me
Had my momma upset
Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start
Ready to unload at war
No witnesses
You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin
Keep it shut or you dead
If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head
That's how i play it nigga, i'll blackmail you wit you rown life
It aint right, disrespect you die on site
That aint no might, that's a fact
You can believe that
Instead disrespect, i promise to be back
And clear the corner, you cant run, dont try
I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch


[lil wayne]
Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin
And fake buster harassin
Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot
And chop up yo block
Lock all doors and keep windows closed
Cause we done rolled before
So stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black camaro
Sittin on mo's
And we rolls tokin on fat optimos
You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
Lets all get a stolen car
And roll through they ward
When it's dark
We spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war
Got in a big brawl
Thought hard but you wrong
So you still get scarred
Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas
Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud
Puddles of blood flood
You cant swim so you done
Niggas start to look
And see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high
Some hot on one foot
Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock
When i hit they block

(chorus)
So ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped ho
B.g., split or get split
Play the game how it go(4x)

[juvenile]
Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case
I'm a straight head bust ya
Seperate and destruct ya
Dont wanna have no juvey wanna make a ghost or few
What am i'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click
All that frownin and reppin shit
Gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, i be drivin niggas wit cleverness
Momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich
Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin yo teeth you dont speak
Stay on your side of the street, you cant be mobb'n with me
I cant have no bitches followin me
Gotta mac-10 and you aint even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that

(hook)
That's why i stay in all black
Get the mac and go back
You done fucked wit c-m-r-ah
They'll be no tommorrow(2x)

(chorus)

[b.g.]
Get you a chopper and tote it
Dont just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it
Better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true
Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it
You might be thinkin like me, i think forgive and dont forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve
Ridin four deep wit artillary
Me and tootie, papa, and cleeve
It's an unsolved mystery
I'm a fly til i got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery
Bein real to cmb, it's a part of me
Cross me i charge you wit some flamin hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest
Brain waves you dazed up
You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause i left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga i ride first

(chorus)

Verse one: b.g.

I'm tryin' to do right
But i'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool
Do what i gotta do
But playa haters all over
So i roll with my crew
I'm tryin' stay over
And just stay my ass in school
Ain't many choices to choose
And this rap game i can't refuse
I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose
My pistol my only friend
Cause busters try to bring the blues
Leavin brains with no clues
Spin the ben in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence
Heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the b.g.
Now tell me alton
Ain't that cold
What can i do
Now what can i do to get out the game
What can i do
Now what can i do to make change
Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
Hours flyin i want to go straight boy i'm tryin'

-chorus- (juvenile)
I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
Lord please let me go where i needs to be
Ball 'till i fall it's a poor family
Fo' sho' i know the future got a lot of stuff for me

Verse two: b.g.

I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
Sell cd's and tapes
I don't want to be jail bait
Niggas want to kill me
And increase the hell rate
They almost got me
But i slip the spot it was too late
I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
Settle down wit' a silent hoe
And drop a tight seed
So i can raise another uptown b.g.
Just like me
I'ma give 'em but i wish had a dad
He goin' be smart and bad nigga
Throwin' up a solga rag
This world is kurupted
The police is crooked
My boy was runnin with a ??? gun
His young life they took it
This ??? is rotten
Everyday it get's colder
They throwin' away the key
Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
My round slangin' that yola
With they hand on that iron
To keep my mind right
Beleive nigga i'm tryin'

-chorus-

Verse three: lil' wayne

I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen
Choppin iron at fourteen'
Nigga that tells my only way
(b.g.: look where you stand at fourteen)
A lil' bity something
Whuckin, representin' partners
Ain't to good in my neighborhood
Uptowns my partner
I ain't lie i'm tryin
To go the right way
But the night flight way
Just ain't the right way
I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
So i choose to be a uptown hotboy hard to kill
Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
Can't even see me i'm so lil'
And you expect me to give this
Just to switch to positive
As hard as i'm tryin' do it i just can't make a shape
School i'm tryin' go through it but i just can't make a shape
Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
Do good i want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'
I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me
Will i remain a b.g.
Or a a student
We'll see

-chorus- 2x

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.

[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...