Текст (слова) песни: B.G. f Hot Boys - 6 Figure

 
[B.G.] 
It`s me, the B.G., doin` my thang 
Lettin` `em hang, I represent bangity-bang 
I gettin` off into shit you can not handle 
I`m settin` it off in this bitch, thinkin` of scandals 
`Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam 
Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14`s 
Hittin` your home up, hittin` at everything movin` 
Lookin` and losin`, startin` chaos and confusion 
I`m bruisin` your whole family, dress `em up in dark colors 
Then come to your funeral in two Hummers 
That`s me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day 
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin` away 
I`m in to grow, legend with rights, I don`t been enticed 
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life 
My nigga TD gettin` high wit` me 
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit` me 
I was in the `Nolia, lookin` for that killa guerilla 
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa 
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs 
For the junkies got no love 
It`s like this, play pussy you catch a slug 
Drug though the mud, once it`s dead it`s done 
Hand on my gun cause I don`t give a muthafuck 
I`m a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch 
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch 
Get me in the fix, and I can`t snitch out the mix 
Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six 
Ain`t that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck 
Bet I ain`t trippin`, cause I don`t give a muthatfuck 
 
[Lil` Wayne] 
I be catchin` a nigga corner, rippin` through a nigga street 
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep 
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin` 
Bustin` lead `n, real `n, Hot Boy$ don`t forget it 
Leave every porch wet `n, brains all over the step `n 
Disrespectin` the whole neighborhood block wettin` 
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ 
Full of the `dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy 
Better watch boy, where you be at cause I`m a hit at, three flat 
You want beef, I`ma beef at, make it hot, I`ma crease that 
Camoflauge to the `Boks, pop off clips in the glocks 
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block 
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door 
Run from front to back bustin`, Terius cut his wife throat 
I`ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho` 
We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro 
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let`s get loaded 
Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot`ll get me toted 
I`ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten 
Boy you can`t win I let chopper bullets spin 
 
[Turk] 
Don`t fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real 
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal 
You ain`t hear about the young thugs, 
The Hot Boys, that`s who the are 
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin` that nut 
Nigga don`t think cause we young, we ain`t ridin` or dyin` too 
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin` niggaz too 
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly 
You hit enough, I`m about to down, play the scenery 
Big ol` Expedition`s, do some dirt in it tonight 
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might 
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street 
Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G. 
Fuck the police, cause we spray them too 
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain`t down with that crew 
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It`s All On U 
+Ohh, it ain`t my fault+, I done what I had to do 
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don`t give a fuck about me 
Any chance he get he gon` take it, try to sweep me off my feet 
That`s why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon` die 
Leave your families clueless, and questionin` why 
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds 
Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild 
 
[B.G.] 
I`m a ride or die-er, smoke nothin` but that fire-ya 
Keep all my hoes cause I`m a liar 
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin` MoMo`s 
and I`ll roast a deal what`s on my old poster, 
if I pull it out my holster 
You sopposed`a, respect a nigga like me 
I`m gettin` closer and closer to the T-O-P 
I`m H-O-T, bitches say I`m a D-O-G 
I`m on surveilance all day be the S-P-D`s 
In my heart I feel, fuck the police 
Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it, 
try to keep a nigga off the street 
Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G. 
Lots`a money, and the best attourney speak for me 
And I speak and represent for the U.P.T. 
I creep, and get bent with VL Street 
I` slang heat, any day, noise I bring 
Feel I can`t be bat any day, I`m a Hot Boy, I let `em hang 
Far as they can, cause I`m a thug to the fullest 
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it `til there`s no more bullets 
I ain`t the one to be repped on 
Who whole block get stepped on 
If they outside, when I`m ride, I`ma ride `til there`s no more gas 
I`ma ride `til I put you on your muthafuckin` back 
I`m in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask 
It ain`t no way that you could last 
I`m comin` like the task force, I blast with full force 
I`m sorry if your grandparents on the porch 
They All `N 
 
[Juvenile] 
Even if I don`t get no taller 
I`ma always be a CMB baller, smokin` blunts in the hallway 
I`m skinny yeah, weighin` `bout 155 
But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die 
Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand 
Don`t want hear what`cha sayin` just don`t be here when I sprayin` 
How you gon` do it, we could handle that no secret 
Boy, I`ll put some change on you head take you off the street quick 
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won`t quit 
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit 
So what you want, get you dome split 
You home hit, jeopardized 
Niggaz spendin` a bin in camoflauge 
I`ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers 
Fuckin` niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin` on Brawlers 
I`m mad boy, with this clique I`ma act a ass boy 
It`s cash boy, I don`t think you could last boy 
I`m bout to pull some out the hall type shit 
Some Steven Seagal type shit 
Some *cgghh* knife shit 
Don`t think you niggaz feelin` that 226 
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split 
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell `em 
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin` 
Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon` get you hurt 
Picture this, three ways gon` tear up your turf
 

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