(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



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[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



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