(feat. Hot Boys)
[B.G.]
You know we don`t drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c`mon, get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling
But yet it`s my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can`t trust `em
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
of birds or chickens or ki`s or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I`m bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
is what I represent for life and I`m H-O-T nigga
(4, minutes, left!)
[Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit `em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it`s all over
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki`s
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon` get mad and, never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It`s on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge