Shit's just to real, respect my mind
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I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this
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Verse 1:
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Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich
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Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
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droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
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backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat
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My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot!
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And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
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No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
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With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet
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I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3
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I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz
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Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
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Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
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A Navy Nigga
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So if you ever try to home Nigga
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It ain't gravy Nigga
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Don't playa hate me nigga cause I'll leave your shit stale
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Light You're A$$ up Real Good You'll Never Get Well.
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Chorus:
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Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
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A Navy Nigga
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So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
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It ain't gravy Nigga (Repeat x1)
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Verse 2:
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I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
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Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
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I play it raw, and do my thing, Nigga Fuck The World!
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Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides
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I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
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I know I'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed
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I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill
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Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil
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It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up
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The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a
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Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill
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Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
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I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real B.G.
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Bout trigga play, trigga play
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Chorus x2:Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
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A Navy Nigga
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So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
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It ain't gravy Nigga
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My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans)
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If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th
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Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T.
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A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P
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A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
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I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & night
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With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
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One thing I been keepin it real,
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you lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal
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I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg,
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my rolex still winding like you left it fog
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Me and my click still boss,
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still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show
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Room floor! Our Dawg Valle just touch down,
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we just maintaining, represent draining,
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Gone to Hotels Training, Training,
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Fucking these hoes all day & all night!
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Chorus x2:
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Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
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A Navy Nigga
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So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
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It ain't gravy Nigga
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(Young Black)You Know I Had To Do A Remix
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Its the young black and im just doin' my thang
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Lettin' them brains hang wit that nine i bang
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Steppin' against me then i'll give u the blues
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The original fam boy that sport reebok shoes
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I'll put u six feet fuckin wit me
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Its the Y.B. and the trill B.G.
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Just keppin' it real
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Make niggas feel the steel
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We uncut and raw just kill or get kill
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Off top its hot where them choppers get chop
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Represent that DET and that monica block
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The Fam is my click and u gotta respect it
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We bout rearange the game and u gotta respect it
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Them Fam Boys is a army nigga
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A navy nigga
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If you ever try to harm me nigga
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It aint gravy nigga
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So dont fuck wit me reala,or i give u the chills
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Leave blood out yo body when them hollows come out that steel
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Chorus:2x
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The Fam Is A Army Nigga
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A Navy Nigga
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So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
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It ain't gravy nigga
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Cash Money Is An Army(Remix)
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