(Baby)

Cash Money slangin nine nigga

(Off top playboy)

H.B's and The B.G.'s

(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)



(B.G.)

When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it

When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it

I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin

If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin



(Baby)

Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it

If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin

Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it

Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'



(B.G.)

Cause a nigga get stolen

Better yet get takin

Paper is burn

They come fast, ya cant shake it

Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation

That come's from 7 hard years of dedication



(Baby)

Fuckin with B.G. nigga

I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a nigga

That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters

We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)



(B.G.)

Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit

But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint

This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas

We see them working on something look here we riders

Ain't like working niggas

Any block with a flussy

That goes for the boss too

We ain't got no picks to choose it

We get cha if we gotta

Wig split cha if we gotta

I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider

So keep it on the D.L

If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L

'Cause they play for keeps

A one way ticket to hizell

6 ft. deep

It's a filthy dirty rizell

On the U.P.T

I was raised in the streets

But I put it on my mind

By the time I was nine

I was pushin nigga

I was slangin that nine



(Lil Wayne)

Na, Na, Na, Na

Now them them don't want us

They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners

They already know that we brothers, Blood

Or whatever you wanna call it

Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics

Plus we ballers

So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz

Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens



(Turk)

Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)

To the lane

Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying

Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin

Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin



(Lil Wayne)

Na, Na, Na, Na

Now why O why Lord

The nigga wanna try and die Lord



(Turk)

Niggaz wanna learn hard way

Give it to 'em like that

Make 'em suffer

Put that bitch wit a bag



(Juvenile)

I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?"

Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka

Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks

And I'm gonna kill me a nigga

If they put me in that shit

Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks

Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke

Even if it means creepin up slow

Busting out shots out my black Volvo

Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me

I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me

She ain't bring me in the world for that

She ain't raise no ho's

She could have had a girl for that

I been realized, I'm all in

Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin

Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin

Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin

Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie

You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie

I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy

U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy



(B.G. Talking)

Slangin nine

Fo sho nigga

That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99

Worldwide

Slangin nine

All you bus pass niggas better recognize



(Juvenile Talking)

This on here bouncin all out ya heard me

Ask my nigga Prime nigga

Ask my nigga Lac nigga

Ask my nigga B Dog nigga

Ask Manny

Ask Ruckus

Ask my brother Corey

Ask B.G.'s nigga

Ask Suga Slimm



(B.G. Talking)

You ain't got no muthafuckin heart

Got the butcha knife chillin

Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga

Ah ha, Ah ha

How You Luv That now nigga?

What's up now nigga?

Talk that shit now

What, What's up

I thought we was what kind of boys

Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha



(Juvenile Talking)

I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation

So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over

the world

Nigga ain't no beef nigga

It's bout money

Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk



(B.G. Talking)

Shut the fuck

Nigga ain't got no words for ya

It's all about the fetti