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Too many playa hatin' niggas in this world That's why we ride through this world wit' da black girl Keep my Nina for self protection Just in case a reppin' ass nigga wanna start reppin' I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice Slangin' is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin' to catch a fuckin' drain, lookin' for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a dust taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit' my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the down low, boy I'll playa hate ya Ain't that cold if ya got it hide, on the real 'Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill Causin' homicides, that's the deal I'm bringin' what a nigga feel caps get peeled Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos Automatics, with the static that ya talkin' Stop ya from walkin' with the Calico, stop ya hoes From playin' wit' me, my nine stayin' wit' me Niggas in banged up cars wit' battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers take this time to pause For the not so lucky weak like a sick puppy Fools that lost they name in the game 'Cause they wouldn't up it Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit' da cake Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you ain't Gon' get out alive without spendin' five on somethin' If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin' Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin' 'Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer Nigga, A Are you faster than a gun? Nigga, B Will I shoot ya if ya run? Nigga, C I ain't showin' no love Nigga, D All tha motherfuckin' above Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos Nigga thought I was just 'bout rappin', he disrespect Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set Rippin' up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin' When da chopper get to choppin', you get to droppin' Niggas dead, niggas hoppin', tryin' to get away But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play V.L. got street sweepers, 9 miles All us night creepers, actin' silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin' uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Real niggas off Valence street Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P. All them niggas down wit me L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley Popeye and my nigga Larry So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees Pussy niggas stuntin' like ya got keys I'll put your face on a fresh T If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's 'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work Settin' examples puttin' niggas 6 in the dirt I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin' Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin' They doin' but Uptown doin' that Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back Pussy, got rolled on round I mean rolled on round Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you Watch out for 2 twos |