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Artist :B.G.
Album :It"S All On U 2
Title :

s 226

Nigga you peepin'cause I'm peepin for niggas creepin
I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange
Ya fuckin brain
Carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rushleave ya fuckin head bust
Wuz upI freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noisewhere ya stand nigga is where I leave ya
Believe in me and my clickhit ya block erasin
Leave ya thoughts wastinI run a hundred miles paper chasin
I'm 'bout dramafoolishnesswhatever start the trigga play
I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say
Like K.C.I don't play
Spin a nigga bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the K
Leave ya set a straight disaster
Ya got birds? I smash ya
RefuseI leave that assknow that I'm nasty
No cluesI can't be caught
I can't be foundit's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatindown to the dirty-do
I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest
'Cause the best that he dressed
Couldn't fuck with the Smith & Wess
B.G.Black Connection 226 start static
Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriage
I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch
And when I catchI auto matic wet ya bitch

It's that nigga off the blockcall me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Checkwhile you be the playa haterI be the bitch fader
Bullets graze yanigga I tried to erase ya
Pick the casketdump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slowa tisketa tasket
I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys
To destroychop ya down like a clown
That is my destination
And murderin motherfuckers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopperI'm a fool out that wild TC
Good byebetter yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo bitch assthen I take the cash and blast
Never get caughtmy trade mark is the black mask
tattoed on my over my heart
This here mark means that I was down from the start
Releasin them cop killers and body peelers
I got yayou bitch
Now it's time for me to drop ya

[Lil' Wayne]
Head shots stopcomplete
shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the Hot Boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seatdriver side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroadsno tomorrow for yourself
Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
Reactpure D-donkey'bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bendedrear ended
SK's be sendinslugs can't be defended
There goes the arrivalchopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loosechopperblast drasticallytragically
Bloodybloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets tool it'sI'm ruthlessdo more shootin this
'Bout gettin foolishlose itchopperready to shoot it
The head busterApple and EagleB.G.still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center

Babygimme the keysgimme the G'sgimme the weedgimme the mack-10
Let me see what's happeninto me these niggas lackin
Some tellin me felonies was commitedsome was acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardyto the death of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientationyou can't learn this in college
You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up
I wish you niggas wit meI would be sewin shit up
Lookhide out in the cut
Peep out ShotCorey and Buck
In an Expedition truck
And brain fucked up from that dust
Niggawho trippin?
I aint trippinyou trippin
When I slap that clip in
You shittin like stool pigeons
That's my bitchesthat's my richesthat's my niggas
That's my yayyothat's my scale
That's my salethat's my clientele
This my blockthis my rocks
This my shopthis my Glock
This my connection with the mob
That's my partna black Saab
This my peoplethat's my people
That's hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyerI do it legal
That's my credit card from Segal's
This my cigarthis my weed
This my Newportthis my reefer
That's my old Alma Mater
That's my uncle drinkin that bottle

OkayI'm from that 3 and I don't give a fuck
NiggaI say murdamurdawhat the fuck is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around that bendI'm 'bout that drama
With the dirty 30nose dirty
And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin
I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed
And now another that done came upfuck
I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit
You up in ???I got yaI hurt ya
Now I'm up in ya rest areafinish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers
Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devour
And motherfuck anybody tryin to get yo back
They better be 'bout some comin around the men in black

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