Artist: Hot Boys
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Album: Let' Em Burn
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Song: Off Wit Ya Head
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[B.G.]
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y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga
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don't act like you don't know...
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...It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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Uptown you off yo P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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The clique I run with, most definately bout dumb shit
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Load the clips up and release, ta the fuckin' gun clip
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I'm a made nigga - so y'kno when BGeezy got beef
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It's drama time, ain't no way them bitch niggaz could see
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Since '93 I been ridin' strapped up four deep
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No bullshittin' nigga - I blose the whole street
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Sendin' hollows at that ass ta make ya head leak
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Got Frank in the gang - some can see him in white sheets
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It Ain't no stoppin' it ain't no chillin' when they k' with me
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It ain't so squashin' it ain't nothing you could say ta me
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Since L.T. got killed - murder it miss the way ta be
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My people say I need ta stop with that mentality
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I know they right but fuck them niggaz - They don't love me
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Now watch how many niggaz ride if they touch me
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(Hook - [B.G.])
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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In that Nolia - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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[B.G.]
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C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique nigga
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Don't you forget nigga
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You could, take us, for a, joke if you want
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And, you could, end up, tied up, in the trunk
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And, we ride with shit like AR-15's
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And ready ta whack, the first enemy that seen
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We don't play no games on no terms wodie
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We a, leave ya, pa-le pa-le - swell whol-e
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We riders baby, dome checkers and wig splitters
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We bout it baby, all I fuck with is real niggaz
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You beef with me if you want a early deat' nigga
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Your coward plead - if you don't wanna get wet nigga
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I'm runnin' dope shops - rock shops what ever
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I was taught do - what I gatta do for the cheddar
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Pledge ya last bitch first is how I play it my nigga
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Dare me ta cock my k' and watch how I spray it my nigga
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(Hook - [B.G.])
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[B.G.]
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Please, don't, make me feel played
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Cuz I garantee that within the week you come up dead
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B-Geezy - Juve - Turk and Weezy
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A jump out a black van and I set the whole street
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I, get excited, when I'm in beef
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I gas up and strap up and ride all week
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When, you, get, caught, down bad
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It's *blaka-blaka-blaka-ratta-tat-tat*
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I do a nigga something - his family gon' remember
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Find his body in July - head in September
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I'm a lil' raw nigga, very low down nigga
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Something you never saw straight from Uptown nigga
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Nut's hang low ta where they drag on tha flo'
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Got coke and I know - have ten locks on ya doo'
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Cuz I'm comin' in - without a warrant - don't break it off
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Right there your head I'ma take it off nigga
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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It goes down when me or my clique feel played
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In that Nolia - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head
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Off Wit Ya Head
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| Hot Boys |
