[B.G.]. 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 rush leave ya fuckin head bust. Wuz up I freeze beef like a deep freezer. Ya talk noise where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya. Believe in me and my click hit ya block erasin. Leave ya thoughts wastin I run a hundred miles paper chasin. I'm 'bout drama foolishness whatever 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. Refuse I leave that ass know that I'm nasty. No clues I can't be caught. I can't be found it's all on you. I stop ya heart from beatin down 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 catch I auto matic wet ya bitch. [Bullet]. It's that nigga off the block call me the hood mack. Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack. Check while you be the playa hater I be the bitch fader. Bullets graze ya nigga I tried to erase ya. Pick the casket dump the Glock in the basket. I stroll slow a tisket a tasket. I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys. To destroy chop ya down like a clown. UPTOWN!!!. That is my destination. And murderin motherfuckers is my occupation. You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me. I keep a chopper I'm a fool out that wild TC. Good bye better yet I'll see ya later. I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier. Okey doke yo bitch ass then I take the cash and blast. Never get caught my trade mark is the black mask. 226 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 ya you bitch. Now it's time for me to drop ya. [Lil' Wayne]. Head shots stop complete. 50 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 seat driver 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 crossroads no tomorrow for yourself. Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at. Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at. React pure D-donkey 'bout gettin funky. Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army. Clips that's all extended leave you bended rear ended. SK's be sendin slugs can't be defended. There goes the arrival chopper spits five more. Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival. I gets loose chopper blast drastically tragically. Bloody bloody 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's I'm ruthless do more shootin this. 'Bout gettin foolish lose it chopper ready to shoot it. The head buster Apple and Eagle B.G. still a sinner. I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center. [Juvenile]. Baby gimme the keys gimme the G's gimme the weed gimme the mack-10. Let me see what's happenin to me these niggas lackin. Some tellin me felonies was commited some was acquitted. My destiny is to live not in jeopardy to the death of me. I provide knowledge that spread like a virus. This a street orientation you can't learn this in college. You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up. I wish you niggas wit me I would be sewin shit up. Look hide out in the cut. Peep out Shot Corey and Buck. In an Expedition truck. And brain fucked up from that dust. Nigga who trippin?. I aint trippin you trippin. When I slap that clip in. You shittin like stool pigeons. That's my bitches that's my riches that's my niggas. That's my yayyo that's my scale. That's my sale that's my clientele. This my block this my rocks. This my shop this my Glock. This my connection with the mob. That's my partna black Saab. This my people that's my people. That's hot rimmed Regal. Ask my lawyer I do it legal. That's my credit card from Segal's. This my cigar this my weed. This my Newport this my reefer. That's my old Alma Mater. That's my uncle drinkin that bottle. [Tec-9]. Okay I'm from that 3 and I don't give a fuck. Nigga I say murda murda what the fuck is up?. Nigga better duck when I come around that bend I'm 'bout that drama. With the dirty 30 nose 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 up fuck. I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit. You up in ??? I got ya I hurt ya. Now I'm up in ya rest area finish 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.