[B.G.]
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Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
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AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
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Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block
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I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night
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Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike
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I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin'
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11 deep in the new Ford Excursion
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Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed
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Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean
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Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat
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That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
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I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty
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I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
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Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
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Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga
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[Juvenile]
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Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
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Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
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Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats
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They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
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And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
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They beat me in my head until I said where it's at
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Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
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We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
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Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'
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C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car
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Me not worried about no witness
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Cuz them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
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Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black
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Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
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I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches
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And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us
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[Baby]
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I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches
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Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
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My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz
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While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits
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Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga
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It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga
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While my homies carve life in the field my nigga
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Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz
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Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
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I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
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Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga
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Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga
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Behind them thangs - it is what it is niggaz
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Birdman - a known shotcaller
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Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers
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[Lil' Wayne]
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(look - look - look - look)
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Here comes Mister Bad nerves
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What that fed up look?
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Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look
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And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry
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All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it
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I done walk 'bout four blocks
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In a pair of old 'Boks
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Dirty with no socks
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Looking for dope spots
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Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild
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Been a year since I smiled
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Better watch that child
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Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation
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Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces
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Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient
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Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin'
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Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
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Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg
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I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days
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Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me
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[Turk]
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It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am
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Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam'
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Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga know
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Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know
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Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
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Thuggin' is usual, do that every day
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Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way
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Middle of the court or one of them hallways
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Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake
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Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
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Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'
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You'll be put ta nap
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Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
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Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house
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Fuck it, I goes out cuz it's in me my nigga
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When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga
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Introduction
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Hot Boys |