Альбом Hot Boy$

[B.G.]
Bring Noise, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 attached ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've ride through your neighborhood, day and night
Store closed people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin'
11 deep in the (2000) new Ford Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - brother Diesel and Wee
Bell - Tyriq and Fat - Kay - Powder and Cleve
Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga

[Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats
They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said where it's at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried about no witness
Cuz them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black
Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us

[Baby]
I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz
While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits
Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga
It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga
While my homies carve life in the field my nigga
Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga
Behind them thangs - it is what it is nigga
Birdman - a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers


[Lil' Wayne]
(look - look - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad nerves
Wit' that fed-up-look
Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it
I done walk 'bout four blocks
In a pair of old 'Boks
Dirty with no socks
Looking for dope spots
Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild
Been a year since I smiled
Better watch that child
Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces
Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm im-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin'
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days
Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me

[Turk]
It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am
Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way
Middle of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'
You'll be put ta nap
Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house
Fuck it, I goes out cuz it's in me my nigga
When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga

(Mannie Fresh)
What you working with?

(Lil' Wayne)
Nigga, what section you be representing?
Look, Look
Well in my section we be thugging hard
Moving weight everyday on the boulevard

(Juvenile)
Well in my section them hoes be always pointing across
They either want to be killers or wanna be the boss

(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million

(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They got a lot children that be filthy
They got innocent niggas
And they got niggaz that's guilty

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section
Niggaz be gone
Off that herone
Smith and Wesson
Blow your damn vest off

(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They always got them a dirty police
They take a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal

(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They got nothing but killas and trampas
Asking niggaz for money
Cause they wanna get down

Chorus: (Juvenile)
My section is the block y'all
Don't you hang too long cause you get knocked off
Whoa!!!!
(Repeat 3x)

(B.G.)
I'm an outlaw, we thug in my section
Shoot the type of bullets no vest can do to protect ya

(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz slang coke all day
In my section niggaz snort dope all day

(B.G.)
With a bad mouth, ya head get disconnected
Coming through my section with unnecessary reppin

(Young Turk)
In my section, niggaz they like to shine
In my section, niggaz ride top of the line

(B.G.)
Look, hard hitters, dope dealers, wig splitters
They cover my section also ballers and real niggas

(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz play with 99's
In my section every nigga got a Rollie that blind

(B.G.)
In my section, you slip up
Guaranteed get lit up (Geezy)
You get stood over (Geezy)
Just to make sure you don't get up

(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz ready to die for Turk
In my section niggaz ready to put in work

What

Chorus

(Juvenile)
In my section they got a lot of people that's poor
They got a fiend in the court
That come and beg at your door

(B.G.)
My section one of the baddest
Don't get caught in my area
Niggaz will let you have it
Best believe what I'm telling ya

(Young Turk)
My section got niggaz that will wet up your shirt
My niggaz got niggaz that don't go to church

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section if you talk cheap, you die quick
And in my section, you can see me to buy a brick

(Juvenile)
Lil' Wayne, in my section niggaz always be in a war
Hot-wiring cars, shooting up at the wards

(B.G.)
You know ain't nothing changed
My section the same old (Geezy)
Chopper City (Geezy)
Them Ghetto

(Young Turk)
My section got niggaz that will beat a bitch down
My section nigga it's that fucking Uptown

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section we be ducking the law
Put 20 inch rims on the trucks and the cars
And we play

Chorus

[Lil' Wayne + (Juvenile)] talking
Nigga
Nigga, what set you claiming, huh
(I'm claiming that muthafucking third ward lil' nigga)
(And I been busting heads you heard me)
(TC, Magnolia nigga)
Nigga I'm a young nigga claiming that 17th nigga
I heard that nigga B.G. claiming V.L. nigga
(That nigga Turk claiming that T.C. too)
(But I ain't mad at y'all for what y'all do)
(Nigga do what you do)
Nigga what Atrice claiming nigga
(Nigga Atrice been claiming V.L., Saratoga)
(And rapping nigga what's happening)
Fa sheezy, nigga what Fresh claiming nigga
(Nigga Fresh claiming that muthafucking nine)
(And he don't mind dying)
(Got to get on with his shine)
(And he slangs his iron)
And that 7th ward, he a hard-head too
(That nigga a donkey man)
(I got tell ya, that St. Bernard loving that nigga)
Nigga what set you claiming?
What set you claiming?
Nigga what set you claiming?
What set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
Boy, what set you claiming?
Nigga what set you claiming, huh?

[Juvenile]
I don't have all day to be chillin'
Just talkin' shit
You done got me out here now
I'm tryin' to get off this brick
I don't trust you to be up in your spot
Niggas'll blitz
These faces ain't forbidden right now
I'm 'bout to split
Look, if you really want 'em
They going for 17
Other than that
I'm driving 'em off in the mail for me
Nigga hit me on my hip
Back to back
Gotta make a St. Rose run
Cause lil' one say he got five stacks
Rush highway is the best time
To hustle for me
I hit the I-10
Blowin', pickin' up in the east
Draws hit
But you gotta keep your ears to this street shit
Exchangin' numbers with niggas
To see what's the sweet-test deal
If it ain't
I'm chalk it up as a loss
Forever lookin' for the best shit
At minimum cost
I move around like some ants in my pants
Networkin'
You ain't got what I'm lookin' for
I'm movin' on to the next ones

[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move

[Lac]
I came in this motherfucker
Hundred grand strong
And every other month
Another hundred adds on
Don't tell me how to spend it
Cause a motherfucker grown
Now every other month
Another Caddy on chrome
Nigga
I'm sick wit it
These niggas heads be bangin'
Motherfucker dropped the dime
And told the feds be slangin'
Can't tell 'em what they don't know
Like it don't show
And if I lay low
A lotta niggas won't sco'
I'm waitin' now
I gotta a lotta niggas on post
For dope and coke
And a lotta niggas want both
Get on my cheddar route
I'm bout to flood it out
Get me a 30 day run
Switch to another house
And leave the last one
For the Feds to investigate it
I need another 30 days
Francesca made it
I told her meet me at the Sheraton
Test and waited
Now another Caddy roll so I'm ask for 80

[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them old folks be rattin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas got them gats round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) They got that dope up in the alley round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas hit them stashes round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move

[Turk]
Wodie you must be trippin'
Think you gon' catch me slippin'
Hit a hustle and come up
Never that
I pop the clip in
Had a feelin' you was plottin'
Been waitin' for you to move
Ain't bout takin' no fall
Gotta be on my P's and Q's
You know how the game go
It's either you win or lose
Bitch nigga baller blockin'
Bitch nigga gotta get blues
You know +I Got that Work+
And I'm the man on my turf
Got everything you need
When you come ask for Turk

[B.G.]
Down where I'm from
It's hot, so +Do Whatcha Do+
But to be quick
My nigga
You gotta stick and move
I know you don't wanna get caught
In the midst of the sweep
You got caught with that work
Nothin' you can say to the police
You ride
They gon' tell ya
Save that for the judge
Your third time in front that man
So it ain't no love
That's why
When I do sumthin'
Ain't no plan allowed
I do the job
Get the money
Then I head on out

[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them niggas they be ridin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas quick to try ya round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas they be dyin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them niggas don't be lyin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move

[Lil' Wayne]
I lock it down
Powder and brown
Get my two-way number playa
And on the humble
Get your bricks
The size of lumber playa
It's all love and I sprazy
But when the Feds in
We keep our heads in
You comprehend?
I'm a motherfucking monster
In the South bitch
I re-up early
So I can sprout shit
For when the drought hit
The block burnin' dawg
The thugs thuggin'
The drugs runnin'
The slugs bustin'
In a minute, the bugs comin'
The messy hoes talkin'
The dope fiends walkin'
The fucking law's stalkin'
It's bigger than what you think
See, the hustlin' is a +Way of Life+
Cousin, we gotta breathe
And in the hood
We gotta lotta needs
You feel me nigga?
So, in the mean
While I be showerin'
The whole metropolitan
Issue out cocaine like scholarships
Congratulations
Dawg, it's all fire
Not a vict refused
But when the law scour in
Nigga I sticks and move
Ya heard me

[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them niggas on the grind round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know then niggas slang that iron round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) The task force pass on time round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) My own paper my P.O. be tryin' to pass round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move

[Hook - repeat 2X]
(Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move

Artist: Hot Boys
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Down Here
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

[B.G.]
(y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga, y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga)
Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here
We have mo' muders than the days and a year down here
You got coke - we'd a make ya disappear down here
You outta line - we'd a leave ya block clear down here
If you ain't from here, you better not come live down here
We drank Champagne - we don't fuck with beer down here
We straight snakes - we come at'cha from the rear down here
We straight guerillas - you +Get It How U Live!+ down here
I'ma chopper toter - I ain't never showed no fear
I duct tape ya - rope ya and cut ya from ear ta ear
BGeezy is one of the hottest niggaz in the pad
Get outta line with me and I'll leave ya shit flat
Clickin' and clackin' blacka and bangin' ridin' at night
Jackin' and slangin' hustlin' and peerin' man thats my life
Baby - Slim - Fresh - Juve - Weezy - Turk
That's my clique - disrespect 'em
A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga
y'kno about the Hot Boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quik

[Lil' Wayne]
(look look look)
I come with, k's and glocks, ready ta spray the block
Raise the spot, blica-blazin' hot
Ha! See I'm the, youngest C.M.B. nigga
Hollygrove hard hitter
Get rid of niggaz if you come with the correct scrilla
I'm on "De' netha dela" - it turn me ta killer
Say it's a shame cuz Wayne - an untamed guerilla
Ya got the dope and ya-ya - you drop it like it burn
I get that rope and tape and, I gatta have yurn
I know I'm raw - I know I'm out thea' bad
But I get it how I live, cuz that drought ain't playing
And I'm 'bout that cash, so I can bounce back fast
So I gatta dress in black with dirty 'Boks and mask
Pass me the smell of braish let me blow out my brain
I'm on the block, hotter than a trench ready ta do it a-gain
Lil' Weezy - Hot Boy - have you feelin' the flames
Cuz these blood stains, in ya, Hilfiger my man

[Juvenile]
I ain't with that bullshittin' lil' one so take heave
I ain't gonna stop until all of you bitches leave
You mothafuckin' right I got a complex
You mothafuckin' right I'm takin' hits, with a contract
Been in nigga everywhere but under the foots
I'm try'na take lil' daddy head outta the roots
I'll catch him in the broad daylight - I'ont give a fuck
Find me a illegal dice game - we gon' fuck it up
Becuz niggaz, try they best, ta catch me
But I ain't, gonna let 'em, stretch me
I'm not, abouta run, cuz I'm a soulja
I keeps, me a gun, when In that Nolia
My tongue, never loose, cuz I'm a fool
Ask a nigga who bout it, them AK's rule
You better not be running through niggaz that I despise
Catch you off ya bases leave the murder rate high

[Turk]
(look look look)
Uptown is where I'm from - Magnolia soulja til I die
Keep a chopper with a drum - realest they come - ready ta ride
I never been a hoe nigga - I been bout drama
Never hung with the young niggaz - I run with the ol' tymers
Nigga want start something - kham'talkn about you bring it
If you up weight it don't stunt - we leave you bang-ed
You didn't - say you didn't, be a man don't be no hoe
If you live by the gun - then by the gun is how you go
Niggaz don't fight no mo' - all they do is slang that iron
Niggaz they killin' slow - that's how it go in ('99)
Ain't no rules too this shit - spread when you wan' spread it
Shoot then talk later - play it how you wan' play it
You got a problem with me nigga - we can do it how you wanna
Spin a bend in broad daylight and I bet'cha you be a goner
Shit nigga I'm goin' all out behind mine
Burn your block down, at any given time nigga, what?
nigga, what? nigga, what? we come na tear it up, what?

Artist: Hot Boys
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Spin Tha Bend
Typed by: TLFreeCity@aol.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches
Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches
I'm goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the shelf
Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left
I don't play when I'm off in some drama you know me
It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B.G.
And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
Bitch niggas that can't take the heat stay concealed
They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live
Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real
Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal
I'ma BLOCKA, CHICKA BANG, CHICK BUST
I'ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up
It's bout it when I pulled up get got it gone with the wind
You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin'
Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends
Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin'
Juvenile don't run no mo' I been through this shit before
Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
Tell me something I don't no, All you bitches gotta go
Give me please all of the coke or I'ma shoot you in yo throat
Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block
Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop
I'ma jet when it get hot, Keep everything that I got
Damn it if I'm straight or not, I'm gone always be on top
Niggas wanna do me in, I'm here come and pursue it then
Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again
I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
Everytime I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again"

[Verse 3: Turk]
*Look, Look*
Nothin but soldiers where I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage
Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's
Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
Niggas who carry Kays ready for war at any time
Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside
People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks
Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops
Stay on they P's & Q's you bet not try and plot
Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped
50 fly at you like birds in a flock
And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop
And if you got that work we closing down ya shop
My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks
Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops
From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop
Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
*Ah Ahh, What What What What What, Ah Ahh, Ah Ahh, What What What What What
La Lah, What, What What What What What, Listen, Hot Boys Nigga*
It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame
I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan
Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain
Cause I Spin Bends, Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's
Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in
Fill him wit hot ones
Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta
I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta
I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga
Police don't play so why do you? listen
You can run but you can't hide
I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi
Late at night I will ride maan
When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real!

{*beat rides out then fades*}

H-beezy in this motherfucker man
Fa sheezy nigga come here to burn this whole motherfuckin city down
Know what I'm sayin, see what I'm sayin' slugga
We bad than a motherfucker

[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin' the case
I don't hang with too many niggaz cause some niggas is fake
I'll have you in some shit that you can never escape
Look, all them motherfuckers be throwin' them hailmarries
A nigga make you think he bout it, but the hoe is scary
You know how that be, talkin' that shit to they clique
But if you catch 'em by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me what's happenin' Juvey
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause you not rememberin' what you said
You was fuckin' clean over me nigga now I feel played
Now where the iron at, where the hoe mouth at
You think you walkin' away from here, bitch I doubt that
I got you stranded, I got you stuck out
You never thought that you would show up at your ? house

[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga

[Verse Two: B.G.]
Give me a can of gas, a torch, my strap and Im gon' ride
Once I find who I'm lookin' for I'll set 'em on fire
Searchin for niggas out there disrespectin' the game
It's gon' get real, we don't clear that reppin' off our name
I'm genuine, I got the right to say I'm hot
I feel steam through the process burnin beamers at the cops
Geezy been through it, if I said I done it you gon believe I did do it
Everyday hood shit I lived through it
I don't throw a brick and hide my hand
If I make a statement I can stand up actin' like a man
Swimmin' with sharks, drinkin' with gorillas, playin capers with snakes, I'm
affiliated with killers
Player haters I drop 'em, Slim I got 'em
I chooka chooka chop 'em, chooka chooka chop 'em
I hope you people smart, and they got life insuarance
Cause I catch ya down, strike a match and let you burn

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Turk]
Is you ready for this guerrilla war? I don't think so
Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke
Slip up and you get popped and gon' be no second chances
Do filled and get filled, so take it like a man and
Waht you gon' do when the tables turn nigga
Better be ready shoot and let 'em burn nigga
Fuck wit' the wrong dude and you gon' learn nigga
Get out of order and you get what you earn nigga
I'm untamed, I be wilin' the streets thuggin'
Me and Lil' Wayne, two young niggas that can't be trusted
Even though I'm young I'm still a hard hitta'
Soulja out Magnolia, bitch nigga wig-splitta
A nigga who kill ya and dump ya body in the river
So they don't know that I did ya in and
Any nigga come in that water for ya, nigga they drownin'
Pass the sets nigga it'll be you that I'm downin'

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: Lil' Wayne]
I went in with all these killas so all I know is head bustin'
Keep a gun and I pull the trigger clear the block in a hurry
All that unnecessary jaw-jabbin' I let my pistol bark at 'em
Never thought niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
and hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from the U.P.T. you just can't tame the boys
Them niggas from the C.M.B. they iron slangers boy
Better whatch out, whtach out
Pull up on the set and just hop out with the glock out
Leave a nigga wet and flip they block out and shot out
Bullets be hummin', my niggas be stompin'
Cowards be runnin like them woop people comin
Got a ? with a drum in em with a fire suit on
Come from up top the fire truck and let my rockets shoot off
Chopper knockin' you off, bullets turnin' up
Ain't no stopin' them HB's cause we burnin' up

[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley ain't gon' winde at all if it don't winde right
When I hit the second line I gatta fuck it up
T.V.s - loud sound and dubs is a must
Y'kno Lil' Geezy gatta stunt - it's in my nature
If you ball - then do what 'chu do, I ain't gon' hate ya
But disrespect a hot boy - I'll spray ya
We pay police so on top they gon' close case ya
Look my whole fam' - roll top of the line - off top
Fresh got the 'Vette, Baby got the 470 Lex
Juve got the new (2000) Yukon - Wayne got a coupe
I got a Benz truck look like a lil' polo boo
We got every car they made from a Ford ta Benz
Fucked everything in the city from relatives ta friends
We some Uptown hard hittin' - shined out ballers
Head bustin' - bitch smackin' - real shot callers

(Hook 2x - [B.G.])
Do what 'chu do nigga - it's all on u nigga
Me and my clique drinkin' Moet and Absolut nigga
Smoke what 'cha smoke nigga - stunt how ya stunt nigga
Me and my clique keep AK's off in the trunk nigga

[Baby]
(okay Birdman baby - Brrrrrrrrr! - ya undersmell me)
Got this, Escalade for my bitch named Trish
She from, round my way - my project chick
Lexus coupe for this bitch I know
Lemme do what I do cuz I'ma do what I do
A Bentley for my Hollywood hoe
Cuz she said she felt played in my ol' school '6-4
Range Rover for my mid-range bitch
She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst'
'Marro, for this nigga named Darrell
I done fucked your hoe nigga now you can marry her
'Vette, and she know whats next on my Nextel phone
While my dick gettin' blessed
G-Wagon for this nigga named Larry Robbins
Fucked your hoe too now you can have her
An SL5' - the new kit drive
My hoe Tateeze in the passenger side
So nice so fire - my car so sweet so cute so lovely
It's got ta be me, I'm one-of-a-kind
Of them Uptown streets, I'ma stunt - I'ma ball
So Let's me be, nigga!

(Hook 2x - [B.G.])

[Turk]
(I love that - I love that look - look)
Bitche's say I stunt too much, hoe let me do what I do
Let me get my shine on - let me floss with my crew
Let me play it how it go - drink Vodka and Mo'
Keep a solid with my rounds - mothafuck a dawg hoe
Hot Boy, burnin' up on fire - they can't stop me
Rolex with the Bezel have dawg hoes jockin'
20's, stay spinnin' in the 'marro that's all black
Hater's that be plottin' - keep the chopper in the bag
Gatta dub on my wrist, dime on my neck
18 - with 7 figures won't 'chu top that
Nigga never that - try all you want - it ain't gon' happen
It takes 7 plus 7 mo', and it ain't gon' happen
So wodie' lay low - be cool
Let me shine, told you that it was goin' down in ('99)
Nigga that didn't believe - bet they believe me now
Lil' Turk the hot boy - got it goin' on ha!

(Hook 2x - [B.G.])

[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols – pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue thang
With two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest fast
I'm a mother fucking mess man
Street niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy – ok? Ya know

[Chorus: TQ]
We only like gangsta shit
Cause I drive a gangsta car
And street niggaz run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz might not quite
You gone have to call the law

[Turk]
Niggaz keep they stash in they ash
Round where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top better believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about – I'm one nigga that live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it
I'm only 19 and I'm down for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street nigga

[Chorus]

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the year
And where I'm from you can't come
If you ain't from round here
I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching, flaming
You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw
Send ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's life though
Whodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five times in the backyard"

[Chorus]

I feel it...(I feel it)This a public service announcement..

once apon time in this place called club
met this cutie with big bootie so i gave that girl a dub
later on that night we had plans and shit
if u take me from the club then im gonna let u hit
if i take u from the club will u always be in love and u promise to love no
other man (I do)
she she looked me in my face put her hands up on my waste and said yes baby
this i understand
now my life is like happy bout to be a pappy and its all because of my girl
but just then this nigga walk in and what he said fucked up my whole world
he said my bitch and ur bitch been freakin each other
i had relations with ur bitch and i didnt use a rubber
my blood rushed down and my heart touched the ground
felt like somebody stabbed me with a knife
now i look at what i done somebody get my gun
cant change a hoe to a housewife (ya see)

These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, better leave the building..

*Ad-libs until the songs end*

[Lil Wayne]
I got popped in 94' them people caught me with some coke
But I pleaded as a user so the judge let me go
Now I'm back on the streets with six months of probation
Can't go out the state so I can't take no vacation
Got to watch my conversation cause them people a fool
Got to be in before 11 and I can't miss school
But I was talkin to that nigga sammy
Tryin to see how I'm a get these 20 bricks from miami
On a chip phone so I'm thinking they aint tracin mine
Two days later I'm in that place facing 99
But slim and baby bought a laywer for a half a mil'
And he kept fightin and he got me out appeal
My niggas real
So I know I got to play it light
I gotta watch what I do cause I'm on my second strike
But if I ever fall agian I'm history
So I'm a keep everything low so they cant get to me
3 strikes nigga

[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

[Turk]
Look
If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride
The judge aint playin they givin you 99
They dont giva f**k who you is they dont descriminate
Come up with a decision there it is closed case
Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time
Take it like a man dont cry you done the crime
Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that
I done seen a lot a niggas run through cuts with a gat
I done seen a lot a niggas get they wig pushed back
I done seen a lot a niggas get busted for crack
Not me 'causein as long as I'm with CMB 'causein
Got my mind straight I'm no longer on that D 'causein
So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right
You feds can't f**k with me cause I'm doing right
So you can take all the bitches you want
You can play numba down you cant stop me

[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

[B.G.]
I know any day it can happen go to jail or get killed
Thats why I try to walk light but on the streets its too real
I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill
But I still find my self on the block chasin the mil
Ask the lord to guide me right keep my mind of bad
Got this monkey ride my back tellin me to a bad
Got a judge front a nigga tryin to send me away
Cause I got my second gun charge possesion of a A-K
Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail
But I refuse to take that cause I'll never get well
But I promise if the lord hold me from under this
Aint got to worry about me coming back for shit
Never thought when I get older they would offer me 10
I was waiting for my uncle come home looking like I would meet him in the pin
I aint let em worry me real is what ive been
Now I'm on my third strike but I'm a hit the streets agian

[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

[Juvenile]
What in the f**k you mean I got an attachment
They got crooks out here bitch harrass them
I used to pull it all I used to sell dope
I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke
I used to shoot at niggas I used to steal cars
I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward
I used to disrespect old people and talk crazy
Untill a nigga got his mind right and met baby
Im pushin neener neener
Light on my pinkey finger
Motherf**k a sapena
Cause I'm a rap singer
Dont want no charges
Even though I got a stash in my garages
You bitches looking at me as if I am retarded
But you can never twist me up with all that war shit
Whodi you heard me
You bitch now you want to make sure that I'm gone
Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home
thats what you want

[Chorus]
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

[B.G.]

(whoa, shit ain't gon' happ')

Look, I just come from outta town, nigga broke in my crib

Disrespect where I live, 20 g's up for who he is

He don't have the slightest mothafuckin' idea - who he dealin with

Ahh he don't know how real it get

He gonna get his wig split, looked over the bricks - got nothing

But I don't play nigga, try'na take mine from him

For him ta know I was gone - know I wasn't home

Somebody had ta be inorder that I know

Time ta go in the closet, with a ride or die fit

Black hood - Girbauds - ski mask and Reebok classics

It's spreading 'bout them 20's - somebody gonna talk

Give it 3 or 4 days for it ta come out the dark

Hoe what I told ya, niggaz can't pull me ta the side

He ain't lying - I had the vibe, it was a pro-blem of mine

But for me, he showed, wasn't no love in him

So I ain't hesistate ta put them fuckin' slugs in him


(Hook 4x - [B.G.])

Jack who, Take what, from who, not me

Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with B.G.


[Turk]

(Look, Look, Look)

Nigga know I got that work - so he plottin' and watchin'

Try'na see when I'm gone - so he can break in my house and

I'ma bake a cake for him, make him think I'm outta town

I know he here hustlin' I'm on my monkey talkin' loud

Tellin' my round not be there pick me up from the 'port

On my way ta Nashville, 10 bricks I'm gonna score

Prolly get a lil' dope, cuz that dope make more money

20 dollars for a bag, Half-a-gram for a 100

This nigga just don't know, I'm on top of my game

Shoulda kept it too himself but instead he told Elan

Better get that nigga Turk, so I got ta bust his brains

If I let that nigga slide, he gonna try ta do it again

Gatta handle mine, gatta get rid of him quik

Bust him up fast, throw him in the lake then split

Jack who, take what, from who, not me

Get a bullet in ya head leave that ass on the street


(Hook 4x - [Turk])

Jack who, Take what, from who, not me

Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Teke


[Lil' Wayne]

(aight)

Okay let me explain, been sittin' on 5 bricks of cocaine

Since the drought came

Niggaz be constantly blowing me up try'na cop thangs

But the prices remain 10

I don't change it or curve it - I just slang it and serve it

You see the game is got these niggaz hurtin'

The money's nervous, so they try'na get at me for service - Let's make it happen

I'm only askin' for dime a ki' - 5 for half

Quarters go 3 - you do the rest of the math

And nigga offer me 55 so I figure he ballin'

But at my prices the average hustler with dough can afford

But I'ont know this ol' nigga so I'ma tax him 60 g. bandits

The extra 5 for shippin'-n-handlin'

When I met him, he in all black, talking 'bout he be back

Told me ta stay here while he get the stacks

Fuck is you ignorant

I cocked the Mag back quik, and knocked off his ligaments

Jack Wayne, not player thats ridiculous


(Hook 4x - [Lil' Wayne])

Jack who, Take what, from who, not me

Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Weezy


[Juvenile]

I told Ris, when my life at night with this dope

I had a bitch, I kinda like ta bite

The bitch broke with my shit

Oh yeah - I'ma found out where she at

She ain't selling none of that, look I need ta get that back

I'ma pay my people, what I owe them, Cuz I know them

And shit a get real fast,and I might have ta show them

I ain't gon' let the bitch walk, like everthing is super either

She done change the i-den-tity and acting as two people

A smart bitch, but fucked up in the game

Cuz I found out her source, ta get enough of the same

Quickly, got the location and bust up his brains

Click on the 5 o'clock news, they ain't mention his name

Gatta, clear head - this for the time being

Cuz these bitches right around me

Be the ones that mind's sceaming

I sell brown ta you's frown nigga

Fuck how you feel - ain't no rules now nigga


(Hook 4x - [Juvenile])

Jack who, Take what, from who, not me

Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with Juve


(Outro 3x- [Juvenile])

Jack who, Take what, from who, not we

Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with H.B.'s

Is you crazy?


author: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Young Riders


[Baby]
Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out
Watch how they lay it down

[Juvenile]
Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin' loose
Nigga talkin' crazy but lil' daddy ain't +BulletProof+
Put him in the water with the sharks, let me see if he can swim
Ya playin' wit'cha life wodie, you hangin' on a limb
Boy y'kno you scared and I know you is
You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this
I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile
Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out
You want do? ya bitch you
Got me all rav'd up and shit and I'm ready ta split you
+Tha G-Code+ I live by it and die by it
If you play with me - ya playing with ya life right
This ain't no walk in the park - it's a walk in the pen
Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends
Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes
Cuz all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes

[Baby]
Nigga what? I don't give a fuck
Lil' BGeezy show these niggaz you don't give a fuck

[B.G.]
My presidents make a nigga break it off
Becuz they know if they don't off this earth
I'ma take them off, nigga I play it raw
You think about droppin' your nuts, better pick them up
Cuz you and everybody wish that I'ma hit 'em up
So nigga give me mine, don't make me have ta take it
Cuz I put your family in a fucked up situation
Your mama like where my son at?
Everybody know I done that
But the law, don't know where the gun at
So they can't touch me, can't question me
Can't fuck wit me - so it's an unsolved mystery
BGeezy a dawg yea
Don't give a fuck about the law
Ready ta send you ta the morgue yea
Have you feelin' like a number 2 pencil
When I put that lead in you
They fly ta H-Town in Continental
Live with a bad bitch, have my hoe strapped too
I got a Mac-11, she got a tec-22

[Turk]
Block of blocks, I rob niggaz
Better drop it like its hot 'fore you die nigga
You can think it's a game if you want, they fly nigga
Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga
You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture
I keep it on the low, so no one a know that I did ya
Playin' like that, these days niggaz a stain ya
Play the game rap, kidnap ya L.G. and (rape) her
I'm dirty so they call me low down - where I'm from
Shot first, I can't miss with a chopper with a drum
I'm shootin' ta kill - no wheel chairs or shit bags
I shoot you in places where I know you gon' die fast
Ya head and ya chest wodie
Catch ya dippin' by ya whole house when ya loaded
Give it too ya in blood, that's one way of solvin' problems my nigga
Come around my spot - don't know ya that's a problem my nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
All I know is bend swangin' - make the enemy block scorch
Nigga I been hangin' - oh I ain't just jump off out the porch
I'ma iron toter, my niggaz got me drinkin' Henne' - got my mind towed up
So all I do is +Spin tha Bend+ I keep my rag top
I had it on ever since the day my dad died
And now it's on and I'm ready for guerilla war
This C.M.B. - y'kno who my only niggaz are, the 17th
I put it down for my lil' thug niggaz - too young ta get in the club niggaz
But waitin' front so when you come out they bust nigga
Trust nigga, this shorty wild
And I been thuggin' with BGeezy - he taught me how
Now play with me and watch it catch it fire
I hit'cha block with the long clip - ride it - fryer
Now watch how I make my bullets spread like gengivitis
Lil' Wayne - Cash Money Record's young rider, young rider

[Baby]
There you have it nigga, off top, four lil' youngstas
Knockin' niggaz dick in they dirt, ya understand?
So if you can't get with this here put ya dick in the sand
Nigga we got this shit, lockin' this shit, doin' this shit
Cash Money Millionaires and Fresh droppin' this shit
Nigga if you'ont like it you can suck my dick
what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha!- what Ha!
We doin' this bitch, get it or get with it
If not motherfuck ya nigga

Artist: Hot Boys
Album: Let' Em Burn
Song: Off Wit Ya Head
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

[B.G.]
y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga
don't act like you don't know...
...It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown you off yo P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
The clique I run with, most definately bout dumb shit
Load the clips up and release, ta the fuckin' gun clip
I'm a made nigga - so y'kno when BGeezy got beef
It's drama time, ain't no way them bitch niggaz could see
Since '93 I been ridin' strapped up four deep
No bullshittin' nigga - I blose the whole street
Sendin' hollows at that ass ta make ya head leak
Got Frank in the gang - some can see him in white sheets
It Ain't no stoppin' it ain't no chillin' when they k' with me
It ain't so squashin' it ain't nothing you could say ta me
Since L.T. got killed - murder it miss the way ta be
My people say I need ta stop with that mentality
I know they right but fuck them niggaz - They don't love me
Now watch how many niggaz ride if they touch me

(Hook - [B.G.])
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head

[B.G.]
C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique nigga
Don't you forget nigga
You could, take us, for a, joke if you want
And, you could, end up, tied up, in the trunk
And, we ride with shit like AR-15's
And ready ta whack, the first enemy that seen
We don't play no games on no terms wodie
We a, leave ya, pa-le pa-le - swell whol-e
We riders baby, dome checkers and wig splitters
We bout it baby, all I fuck with is real niggaz
You beef with me if you want a early deat' nigga
Your coward plead - if you don't wanna get wet nigga
I'm runnin' dope shops - rock shops what ever
I was taught do - what I gatta do for the cheddar
Pledge ya last bitch first is how I play it my nigga
Dare me ta cock my k' and watch how I spray it my nigga

(Hook - [B.G.])

[B.G.]
Please, don't, make me feel played
Cuz I garantee that within the week you come up dead
B-Geezy - Juve - Turk and Weezy
A jump out a black van and I set the whole street
I, get excited, when I'm in beef
I gas up and strap up and ride all week
When, you, get, caught, down bad
It's *blaka-blaka-blaka-ratta-tat-tat*
I do a nigga something - his family gon' remember
Find his body in July - head in September
I'm a lil' raw nigga, very low down nigga
Something you never saw straight from Uptown nigga
Nut's hang low ta where they drag on tha flo'
Got coke and I know - have ten locks on ya doo'
Cuz I'm comin' in - without a warrant - don't break it off
Right there your head I'ma take it off nigga
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
It goes down when me or my clique feel played
In that Nolia - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head

Artist: Hot Boys f/ Lac
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Up in the Hood


[Lil' Wayne]
huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of Hollygrove
It's Young Carter - fuck wit' me and I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor
And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique
I'm liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch
I've murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow
Then .9 me and get hit wit' my ak's hollows
I blaze block flows at 'cha dome Paco
I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out 'cho taco
Head for the border, don't die when I'm there for the cause
Thug Life 'cuz I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches
And y'all can trust my niggaz - while I'm here, I'm a living legacy
And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately
Ain't no hoe can get the best of me
And ain't no facilty in this world that can correct me
I'm wild and untamed, I just get more work from Baby and I power them thangs
You muh'fuckas don't want problem wit' Wayne huh

(Hook 2x - [Lac])
Catch me steppin' in my soldeirs when I'm up in the hood
Catch me steppin' in the mud when I'm up in the hood
Catch me hustlin' on the block when I'm up in the hood
Catch me clutchin' on my glock when I'm up in the hood

[B.G.]
Beef wit' me - your life is what it'd a cost ya
I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful
Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga
Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest nigga
Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef
Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet
I joke, but I don't play - I laugh, but I don't clown
I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down
Now +That is How I Get Down+
And when I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds
I'm the last, you wanna have problems with
I can't catch ya, I indulge ya mom and 'em
I'm low hound like that - I'm a guerilla ya dig
I'm from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig
So get it right, or get your life taken away
Play wit' Geezy get a 'k nigga stuck in ya face

(Hook 2x - [Lac])

[Juvenile]
Lil' Daddy come here, let me put 'chu up on game
It's election time, that's why itza drought of cocaine
See what im sayin' - they all got they hand in
And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in
So we all be like fuck it, we ain't got no gigs
And fussin' ain't gon feed and house no kids
If you was eating you wouldn't have a reason ta thug
But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs
I remember New Year's Eve when the light's went out
All the food sproil - we didn't have a bite in the house
So I did what I had ta do - between me and you
Lil' nigga I pull it off - and no one ever knew
Had money ta get some groceries - clothes and whatever
Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
Some people it ain't fust, So I accept my lick
I ain't checking ya - I want ya ta respect my shit

(Hook 2x - [Lac])

[Turk]
I tote the chopper with 50 and I won't hesitate ta use it
I clear the whole block when I come through shooting
No picks, no chosers - any nigga could get it
Don't care if you big or small - I still leave ya shitted
I'm from the projects so y'kno I'm cuthroat
A soulja out that 'Nolia want beef - Lets go
Nigga I'm +Bout Whatever+ I'm tired a telling ya that
Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked
Don't make me dress in black - you don't wanna do that
Cuz I don't tote one Mag - I tote two Mags
Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back
Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest
Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting
Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black
I'ma Killer nigga - a untamed guerilla nigga
Lil' Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a nigga

(Hook 4x - [Lac])

(Outro - [Turk])
(Ha! Ha!) Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga
Lil' Turk nigga - B.G. nigga - Juvenile nigga - Weezy nigga
Baby nigga - Mannie Fresh nigga - Sugar Slim nigga
How u Luv That? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! - respect it nigga