Verse 1: (B.G.)
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Money makin' is my thing
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A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
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Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
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Baby Gangsta is my title
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Al Kapone is my idile
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To protect and serve
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I roll with my assault rifle
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Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key
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Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's
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Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
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With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
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Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me
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Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me
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When you see the B.G.
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I run wit' all real niggas
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Valence and Magnolias
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It list nothing but trill niggas
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And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga
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Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
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For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga
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Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
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How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
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Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
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Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
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I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
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Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million
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Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
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Get out the way or give your cash to me
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You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
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Young niggas gettin busy
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Totin' K's like it ain't nothin'
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Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin'
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Baby given coke to the young soldiers
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I told ya we takin' over
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Knockin' heads off shoulders
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Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder
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With the trigger I'll run all over ya'
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Niggas talkin' yat and stuff
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Wan' be rough, but I'ma see if you can back it up
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Wan' be tough
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Let's take to a triller level
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Let's get iller like a guerilla
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On the killer level
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Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin'
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I'ma dust ya'
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Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
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I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat
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Come from the back in black
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Ready t-t-to attack-tack
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I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga
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(Chorus)
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1,2,3
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3,2,1
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Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
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It's like the hip to the hop
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The glock to the hip
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You best rush home
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'For you get bust on....skip
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Verse 2: (Turk)
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I'm tryin' to be cool in this game
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This shits nothin' nice
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Play wit' niggas 'dese days
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They'll leave yo' body cold as ice
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But I say fuck 'em all
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My ball never fall
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Five feet eight inches tall
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My back against the wall
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All I do is fuck hoes
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I got dreams to make a mill
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Like them niggas in the nolia
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The hustlin' skills pays my bills
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But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
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Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
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The many tracks and that's a fact
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Leavin' niggas on they back
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Bitches play goin' get smacked
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Espicially if I don't disrespect you
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And you disrespect me
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I'ma have to show 'ya
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That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia)
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I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226
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Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy
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Take sips off daquiries
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Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town
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Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down
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Actin' wild, three young niggers
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Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger
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Baby:That's the return of the trill as niggers
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Verse 3: (Bullet)
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Livin' uptown you got's to flight
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Get down and take it like
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High School ?????
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And I'll be finish over night
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28 grams and it's on
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The make me four g's strong
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Young ballers stay shop
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???? and ???
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Hoes on my bones
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I bust a nut and I quit
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Lil' ?? be my click
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Back to this gangsta shit
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I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
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Do my third to bricks
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Now where I lay my head at
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Small baller beleive that
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That's why I get paid at
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Off some silver ??
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Dressed in black
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Wit' two gats a glock and mac
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You got's to play it like that
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??? ?? and 'dem sacs
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Snatchin' grounds or get jacked
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Now grab that thing and bust back
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I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P.
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Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B.
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?? broke out a house ???????
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??? ????? s-t tryna' get my nose dirty
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(Chorus)2x
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(Manny and Baby talk till end)
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Cash Money Niggaz
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B.G. |