[First Verse [B.G.]
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Is you bout what I brang nigga?<
Biggety-bang nigga?<
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga<
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,<
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,<
Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,<
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,<
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,<
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes,<
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,<
The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,<
Smokin' niggas, all theyself Locin' niggas,<
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas,<
Scopin' niggas, cuz I'm the same broke nigga,<
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke,<
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,<
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,<
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,<
Take it off your shoulder,<
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,<
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,<
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,<
Playa haters wanna kill me,<
Juvenile I know you feel me,<
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,<
Refuse to let 'em steal me,<
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya,<
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters<
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[Chorus [Manny Fresh]:]<
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Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,<
Hot Boys committin' that crime,<
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,<
Look out for the infrared dot boy<
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[Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:]<
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S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,<
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay<
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,<
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,<
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,<
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop<
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,<
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's,<
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,<
The shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,<
Straight from Uptown, real niggas we in the Wild,<
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,<
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,<
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster<
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[Third Verse [Juvenile]:]<
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Where the villains be, is where I stand,<
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand<
Showin' you bitches the reason, that I'm the man,<
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?<
Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure,<
A cold night in February I had that bitch like New Year,<
You better watch me cuz I be comin',<
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',<
Bitch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,<
You bitch you, you fuck with me it's a must you get'cha issue,<
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon,<
And sure to start damage,<
Watchin' these niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,<
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas fool you,<
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,<
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,<
Pistol play, fuck what a nigga say,<
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,<
I found myself up in other niggas beef,<
Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me,<
We probably be,<
In an all-black fist full of that bitch,<
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich<
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya, <
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,<
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya,<
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber,<
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game,<
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name,<
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,<
Two niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,<
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