Альбом Hot Boy$

[Mannie Fresh]
Straight off the project steppa
Nigga, hot like pepper
I fucked your ol' lady last night, then I left her
That pussy was a fool, I wish I woulda kept her
Niggas in the hood sayin' I'm a repper
But I bet cha', neither one them niggas gone check a Hot Boy
No your not, boy
Your heart pump Kool-Aid
Watch out, you'll get chopped boy
From the hottest, of the hottest of the hot fo
Project hoes, scatterd sites, and whole block see ya
Baller Blockin', standin' in my way
Cash Money, Hot Boy$ bout their presidents everyday

[Baby]
Since we got papers, the feds be tryin' to stop us
I'm playin with millions, fuckin uptown poppers
Goals and hoes
Niggas doin videos
Fuck Versace, Reeboks, and Girbauds
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' 32's
Fuck stun'n, we givin these hoes the blues
A mouth full of gold, diamonds on my whole crew
Rolex to show we done what we had to do
So muthafuck you nigga, and yo' whole crew
Ca$h Money Records bitch we be com'n through
So show love, Baby, Mannie, and the whole crew

[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga that'll go and score
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor?

[Lil' Wayne]
What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome
got 3 or 4 cars ready to get his shine on?

[Turk]
Nigga...what kinda nigga leave ya ? and give a fuck
big nuts and big heart from the start?

[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga stay shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive-bys?

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, walkin' on gold?

[Turk]
What...what kinda niggas kill niggas in black clothes
street smart and play the game how it goes?

[Juvenile]
Ah, ah...what kinda nigga be driving these hoes crazy
claiming that they pregnant, wanna be his ol' lady?

[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier thugging, playing with a million?

[Turk]
Now...what kinda nigga's tote chops and ride hot?
Hunting niggas down up and down they fucking block

Chorus: repeat 2X

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga don't give a fuck who you is?
Disrespect in his mind you jeopardizing yo kids

[Lil' Wayne]
Yeah...what kinda nigga run with nothing but head busters?
Riding at night, hitting like a Louisville slugger?

[Turk]
Lil' momma..what kinda nigga sport soldiers and 'bauds?
Pimp niggas....and fuck hoes?

[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga be ducking the ATF?
Look what kinda nigga got clientele in the 'jects?

[Lil' Wayne]
Well...what kinda nigga play beef like a pro?
Keep enemies close and blaze like an optimo?

[Turk]
Nigga...what kinda nigga's be sharp off the top
drive benz and like diamonds that shine?

[Juvenile]
Ah, ah...what kinda nigga put his name on the blimps?

[Lil' Wayne]
Whoaty...what kinda nigga make your whole life frightening?
Setting it off with 50 shots, striking like lightening?

[Turk]
Ha...what kinda nigga's run through ports with keys?
Getting paid 7 days a week making G's.

Chorus: repeat 3X

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

[Juvenile]
Nigga...what kinda nigga got this shit under control?
What kinda nigga stash his bundle in his 'bauds?

[Lil' Wayne]
Now hold up...what kinda nigga got them scanks?
saying he got that fire?

[Turk ]
Now...what kinda nigga clip tight with his click?
Paper chasing and smack a piss out a bitch?

[Juvenile]
Whoaty...what kinda nigga you hear about but don't see?
What kinda nigga go to war like the middle east?

[Lil' Wayne]
Say ?...what kinda nigga make his tramp stay in line
and can bruise your lil' twat at the uh, same time?

[Turk]
Say dog...what kinda nigga be thugging, letting 'em sag?
Getting loaded, fully loaded of dime bags?

[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga do crime and serve time?
What kinda nigga ride keys and serve dimes?

[Lil' Wayne]
Just what kinda nigga be on top
Lil' girls respect his mind and he too too hot

[Turk]
Now, now...what kinda niggas be famous living rich?
Tossing hoes having bitches sucking his dick?

Chorus: repeat 1X

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

[B.G.]
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo chrome put holes in me, fuck that nigga
If you don't hit me up and I get another chance nigga
That's dat ass nigga, and you could trust that nigga
I put it on my first bomb like 50 states
I got 50 rounds to split yo motherfucking grape
I hope you don't think you could get away
because I ain't gon let you get away
and you can ride deez

[Lil' Wayne]
Load it up pull it back then aim
Bust and release 50 flame in hang
Bullets slang like crack cocaine
50 niggas always riding wit Lil Wayne
My rees string up bo's fall halfway
I'm jumpin out a tree with a camoflouge AK
I spots my target and let'em go in the wind
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One afta' another and another
How they come slippin out the clips
see 'em flip and hm hum

[B.G.]
You see how Hot Boys play it now
When we coming for yo issue wodie lay it down
cause if you don't you done piss me clean off
Ya history dog believe 50 shots gone set it off
Me, Wayne, Juve, and Turk coming show you through
Four niggas with 50 shots that's 200 at you

[Wayne]
They burn ah ah on da real
They damage fa' flip and turn ah
Face be on a bandana fa'
Niggas scattered like sand
Cause I got sluggs up in my hand
50 marching like a band
Niggas crumble like cans ah ah hold yo horses
I gotta K with 50 choices ah ah chose one
I set it off to bruise one

(Chorus) Set it off 50 shots gonna set it off (10x)

[Turk]
Killing you niggas ain't no thang
I'm quick to let dat chopper rang
Beef keep frozen but when it melts
I do my thang 50 shots to set it off
Real quick bitch niggas get left
where they can't be found fuckin with me
I got some niggas on my side that will ride or die with me
Craig, Ron, Randy a ride or die with me
They will bust a head with me from the scene they fled with me
My fucking rounds when I drawn down they gon draw down with me
I acts wild when I come through no time to watch out
50 shots with no doubt, blood gon' rush out
Niggas could run up and get done up if they want
Think I'm gon' hestiate nigga I won't
I tear it down yo whole block
With the chopper chop down your whole spot
You thinkin I'm fake nigga you better not
50 shots to set it off, you get flopped off the top

(Chorus repeat)

[Juvenile]
Welcome to Magnolia norm soldier with bombs
Mama knew I would blow up cause calm for so long
For the present that be the evil, that got me bust'n at people
Fuck if this shit's illegal, I gotta fix up my regal
For the shit that apply me, send apologies but I got 50 niggas
Loyal to die for me, look what the devil done to me
Runnig the beef under the streets
Na we each gotta knock of da leash
A bunch of empty shells
Walking no talking plot'n for power
Going riding in sour foe herion, rocks, powder
Tommorrow not promised
I got so much niggas behind us hungry peronas
with intensions of bein' tymers
Fuck sitting around for the revolution to jump off
Look I'm bout my issues 50 shots gon' set it off

(Chorus til end)

Verse 1: (lil wayne)

Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me thats creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a mac
I bust back till it crack
You see I ride tonight
Bullets fly at night
Lain tonight
Wayne and get high at night
And a high tonight when I'm duckin' round the mirrors
I run over niggas like eighteen wheelers
Hungry gorilla
Ah what cha what cha got wootay
Gettin' beef thinks its cool I hit cha hit cha block wootay
Hit cha get cha gurl
Choppa choppa neighborhood
Let his poppa understood
Nigga burn like wood
And i swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-Five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
Lil daddy I'm on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
Some of these niggas aint gone even be remainin'
Look now you keep thinkin' I'm to be played with
My gage spray quick
I aint ta be played with
I ride like a rollercoaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
I'm comin' up the back my grill start to spark
Opp I'm coming up the front (breathing hard) ya caught
Now where you gone run and where you gone turn
Oohh I got my gun
Oohh chopper bullets burn
To whom it may concern
Chopper bullets burn
Get through your block like a perm
Look weak like sperm

(Chorus) 2x
Now check the whole block the whole block catch a fire
I be the I be the block block on the rider

Verse 2

I spin yo corner with my size 16 sankin'
Lip trangin'
Shootin' 50 automatic
They all black and
Stickin' niggas like patches
Family stackin'
They all burn like matches
Now test me and it will be accidental
Erase like pencils
Use niggas like rentals
Now WHO
Will wanna run up on my crew
Look as COOL
Logger its all on you
See I CRUISE
Up and down your street like the caribbean
Then I release all off my heater from the fifty plus
Ashes to dust I get dirty dirty like mud
Leave one ta bust
And dirty dirty slugs rush
Now hush and everybody keep the noise down
See uptown bout to bring all of you boys down
Got a mean frown
I'm movin' like a po lil bug
Better keep it shut
Fo the whole block get burned up

(Chorus)2x

Verse 3

Thats me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and Rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We get two choppers from Mike and leave a hundred hoes
We run up on you at night whoa nigga whoa
See I explode
And leave brains on the flo
I light yo block
With case glocks and calicodes
Now there it go
The beat done jumped off
Oo-ooohhh the beat done jumped off
I clear your street with heat from a sawed-off
And all the peeps on yo street get hauled off
Don't fall off
Or wootay its on you
The bullets charged see wootay I warned you
I come through with a chopper to let it off
Ya ready dawg the drama I'ma let it off
La la la la la la weak like sperm
Told ya told ya told ya chopper bullets burn

(Chorus)
Now check the whole block the whole block
Its best you play cool fo I make it yo block

Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot

Verse 1: Juvenile

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his tires
Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
And concerts in the Superdome
Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator
Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
Visa gold, bank account on swole
Got my million dollar destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads

Verse 2: Baby

Neighborhood superstar
Ridin' in these pretty cars
Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars
Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie
And transportin' coke back and forth to my city
Takin' flights
Be in Las Vegas over night
Chillin' with Lo Jack
Sippin' on cognac
Goin' to casinos
Gamblin' with the young ninos
Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
I guess cuz I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch
Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit
But I'm a star
Bitch you can keep that gar
Give me the money and a brand new car
Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties
Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers
Ridin' in lambruginis
Beaches hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag teamin'
Ridin' in convertible land roovers
Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds
Nigga baallin' out of control

(Chorus) 2x

Verse 3: Mannie Fresh

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha draws
I'm a neighborhood peppa boy
Platinum steppa boy
Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy
Young G
Ridin' in a hum v
Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see
20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims
Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
Don't nobody got mo ends than me
Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me
I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a brand new lexus
Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors
Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes
Who you wanna be like manny or mike
How you gone shine dark or bright
Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition
When I pass I make'em stop look and listen
For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla

verse 4: Lil Wayne

Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner
My golds hang low
Crystal on the flo
I'ma flex
Twenty thousand dollar rolex
I got my name on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)

(Chorus) 4x

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
It's a dirty world but it still spins
Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it
You can't live too large or live too small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball

[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin' to knock us
Playa haters everwhere, can't trust ya own peeps
And the feds got us with this new thing called conspiracy
Them dirty scamps throwin' crosses, real niggas dyin'
They put a limit to our flossin', don't wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, lil' hater, and look the other way
This for my mother, lost my father just the other day
I'm seein' niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
I'm watchin' my own people fry and see they brains boil
Look I don't curse but in this verse nigga fuck the world

Chorus 2x

[Turk]
Niggas be wantin' to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think it's cool but it's not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you didn't know
Don't tell ya business to hoes cuz they'll cross you up
Tell they oldman you got her, he'll try to chop you up
Watch ya back at all times, it's a dirty world
Niggas get left and found over boy and girl
Fuck playin' the game raw, I play it smart nigga
Think I'm gonna get caught up nigga? I won't nigga
I keep my eyes wide, and don't trust no nigga or bitch
These days, nigga, ya can't trust ya own click
Ain't that some shit? This world nothin' nice
Niggas hatin' if you got it, it's all gravy when ya trife

Chorus 2x

[Juvenile]
Them bitches got a nigga trapped, they ain't givin' a shit
But they'll give it to them Japs, they buy property and don't even pay no tax
Ride nothin' but Lexus' and 'Lacs
The same treatment we ask, a destination of blacks
Give us a ballot of names, and expect us to vote
The way I see it, we losin' out anyway this shit go
Show me a politician and I'll show you a crook
Show me a police officer that go by the book
They'll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he don't play
Nigga get outta line, ship 'em to Camp J
Food stamps and welfare done been cut now
They done fucked the Medi-care up, so niggas stuck now
Bet ya before the week out another nigga get killed
Bet ya pennington don't give a fuck how a nigga feel
We fallin' like bricks, and they flyin' like birdies
This world needs to take a bath cuz it's too dirty

Chorus 2 ½ x

[The B.G.]
Ya know this world so dirty, believe it ain't clean at all
I gotta be a 'lil man and stand tall
Y'all niggas jackin' for they habit, they can't keep it up
F*ck with the wrong nigga's shit, you get ya head bust
I only trust niggas that I know down with me
I see straight through cut-throat niggas easily
They tryin' to snatch me, cuz they know I'm what ya used to be
Cuz I'm a major fu-uh-factor to C-M-B
But I keep a chopper that's damn near as big as me
Cuz I refuse to let any nigga still me
That'll be stripes for a nigga on the fuckin' streets
Reppin' off me sayin' they shot the B.G.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich wrapped in diamonds and pearls
Ya gotta be strapped, bein' rich in this dirty world

Chorus 4x

[B.G.]
I take drama as far as it could go
I ain't no ho
That is something u would wanna know
I get loose as a goose
When beef in my presence
i'm a hot boy fa'sho
Nigga a living legend
I straight creep if I get beef with ya
They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture
Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet
Cause I was in the hospital
Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it
But I'm still a head busta
Run with straight real niggas
That's a fatigue nigga
So this the deal with ya
All about cash daddy
Face behind the mask daddy
Choppers with 50 in em'
Ready to blast daddy
Duck or get down nigga
Bounce or get bounce nigga
U on side of a milk carton
Can't be found nigga
Take it how u wanna
Bring how u feel
Take in blood nigga you get it how u live

Chorus: ( Juve)
Where the villian be
That's where I'll stand
I'm comming with autilary
Up in my hand
I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man
I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand

Verse 2: ( B.G)
It don't stop
It want stop
My glock on safety
Cock if you get shot
Don't get shocked
Cause you are aware of my actions
U know I that U heard of me
And that's a fact son
I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday
I'm 100% thug
U wont't trigga play
It's all gravy let's handle it
I get scandalous
I call baby it's confusion
Army tool we using
He beep me back
We clicking up we set up
A dangerous mob
Once u wet up
No getting up
That's how it is
I hustle for my G's
Over hundred G's
Stun'n with versace
It's straight soldiers ree's
And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,
Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants
We wanna go all the way out
And thug?????
Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down

(chours)

Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper
I ain't fucking with ya
U outta line
I'm gon flip ya
B.g toten big pistol
U know I represent
Full of that dope behind lime tint
Mercedes what I'm in
We steal is a lil hint
That u murder if you flinch
6feet in where u sent
My occupation consist
Putting momma on the front bench
My click is often dangerous
If they caught to hang with us thug with us
Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us
Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down
And that's dat UPT
U ain't gotta hide you get down
But it all good
U get dirty I get dirty
We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin
In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome
I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home
I aint' gone bone light
On dat dope dick
I know you heard that we go all night
Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right

Chorus til end

[Lil' Wayne]
So you say you ready to hustle,
scuffle over a dollar, rumble over a bundle,
ready to bust over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5,
ready to ride on 9, better be bout your change
lettin hang at all times, ready to fight high,
duckin them blue eyes, ready to see ya moma cry
every time you walk inside, ready to bring the funk,
hide keys in the trunk, ready to live that life
one more night, knowin' you don't, ready to get ya pockets thick,
hustle hard sweat bricks, shoot you stick at a vick,
get her to buy a nick for 6, ready to serve Tammy,
50 dollars worth of wammy, ready to lose ya heart fall apart
from ya family, damn near gettin killed, a mil is only on ya mind,
ready to slang that iron, put in work over time, ready to get crossed,
put a hit out on a nigga boss, ready to shine and floss,
is you bout that white sauce, 10 a keys the cost, bout to toss a nigga 3,
meet me at the dope spot 8 in the mornin next week,
now I was lookin for 30, you only had 26, I feel you tryin to play me,
(Blow!) get it how you live

(Chorus)
Get how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.

[Turk]
Gotta watch yo back now, form all these licks that you did,
that dope gotcha' gone now you can't even take care ya own kids,
everything you had, all that shit gone down the drain,
used to be a bigtimer, look at you ain't that a shame?
Get it how you live, how you live betta get it,
tried to rock now shit it, them niggas ain't takin no pity,
it's yo world nigga, so you play how go, it's all up to you,
you get smoked, you just get smoked, now from riches to rags,
doin' good to doin' bad, used to be happy, now you walkin round lookin sad,
that monkey on ya back, yo mind you let em' take it,
don't matter how much you try, nigga you can not shake it,
get how you live

(Chorus)
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, how you fig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I split yo wig nigga.

[Juvenile]
Dog, you out there bad, that's why niggas wanna bust yo head,
and them hoes done thrown in that stupid shit that you said,
now you runnin to yo family, and yo boys for help,
look, you went and get some beef can't avoid yourself,
all yo car done got shot up, yo house done got shot up,
and I heard some niggas turnin against and bout to plot up,
don't get scared now, you was a killa yesterday,
you was talkin some shit,
now they wanna blow you away, lil whoadie, you on your own,
so leave me outta this shit,
I don't fuck wit you anyway so keep me outta this shit,
I wasn't wit ya when you stunted, wasn't wit ya when you blunted,
and I ain't gone be wit ya when them niggas come through here gunnin',
you ain't neva heard of hard head, nigga, soft ass,
you got strung on that dope ha?
Tryin to go to war fast, no matter how hard you try,
look you just can't get it right,
tell me what is the purpose of you havin a life,
now you sayin a nigga was down bad, for snatchin' yo kid,
look nigga you made that baby, betta get it how you live


Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, how you fig jigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga.

[B.G.]
Nigga it's rough, comin' up, in the U.P.T.,
N.O.P.D investigatin' murders constantly,
you got coke don't let no one know where you lay yo head at,
cuz they comin' to getcha',
and that's where you be dead at,
gotta keep yo head up, make sure yo thing loaded up,
keep yo game tight if you don't yo brains blowed up,
if you hustle keep a pistol wit 17 on yo hip,
if a nigga run up on you trippin' let it rip,
don't let a nigga get flip wit' ya, or close to ya,
cause he'll steal what you love most nigga
now take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel,
but that's how it is, ya gotta get how you live,
and if you live the wrong, make yo cheese doin' wrong
then you might get shot up and bleed to death in yo home,
I'm kickin the real, and if you real, you could feel
that you could steal or get stole when you gettin' it how you live nigga.

(Chorus)
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't go take my life, how you fig nigga.
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take what's mine, I'll split you wig nigga

Get it how you live

(B.G.)

Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off

Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream
All of a sudden, niggas wanna do me in
Don't make me get disgusted, or over your head is 10
Me and Baby shinin, on 750 C.B.R.'s
Going to the best western with niggas in two cars
Tomorrow hoes gotta go, cause me and B flyin back to Tennessee
Tryin to see bout some cheese
They got niggas ballin, but they don't even wanna
Get out the projects, and buy a house on Washatona
Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s
My clique ain't hurtin, haul to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life i'm livin, i'm lovin,
Young, straight thuggin, watch out for my clique cause we com'n

I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on
I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on

(Lil' Wayne)

In all black, ready to get a nigga for some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two, shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me to the house
Respect my mind, or get your brains knocked out
I come for the cheese, 25 G's, remain on your knees
Or i'll be forced to release, freeze,
I make a nigga break down like a bucket
Nigga what, you ain't gonna what, hold up, (gun cocks) up it
Who fallin now, loga, tell me that
Who ballin now, broadas, flat necks
Spread it on down, with ya issue I be stunnin
Nigga lay it down, i'm com'n

I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga
Nigga I'm com'n, (  ? ) it's on you nigga
I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga
Nigga I'm com'n, you ballin, it's on you nigga

(Bun B)

>From a penny, to a nickel, to a dime, and a quarter
If a any nigga fickel-fuck with mine, then he oughta
Get his wife, son, and daughter funeral plans in order
Cause i'mma slaughter his blood line till it's thinner than water
Went from captain Save-A-Hoe, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo
But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to
Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with you,
spend change with you, or do no kind of gangsta thangs with you
I'm on your heels, and ain't no lettin up
So if you hit the ground, bitch ain't no gettin up
Niggas start the bettin up,
Put your last dime on me, your credit line on me,
Ask Niggy D.D., you gon win every time on me
That ain't no lyin on me, that's on my momma
All my niggas locked up and dead, behing all that fuckin drama
Wassup to Big Tymers, producers, groupies, bitches, and rap rhymers
Big Bun com'n like dicks and vaginas

I'm com'n, just when you niggas least expected
I'm com'n, so have your whole body protected
I'm com'n, strong armin your whole clique bitch
I'm com'n, so wipe the cum up off my dick bitch

(Young Turk)

I got more weight then them niggas up state
My name, Raymon D., I'm the nigga with the yay
I'm from the projects, 42 dollar rent, i'm ballin
Stackin ends, taller then tall, could never catch me fallin
Ride slow, shine like diamonds, twinkle like gold
The young nigga, fuckin all you old niggas hoes
When I come, I come with it, I don't rep
Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step
Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it
Hot boy with hot toys, hangin in the closest
Ready to be fire, drama, i'm bout that
Chopper with 50 shots, nigga I pack gats
My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny
Want a package, meet me at the spot, nigga i'm com'n

I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga

(Juvenile)

Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit the curb to the bank
Just thinkin bout this bitch ass nigga, thats disrespectin
No question, wootay bit the hand that done fed him
My nigga Doug told me, " man ride with them choppers "
My nigga Baby told me, " man don't stop for no poppers"
Know that a bitch will get you crossed in a minute
Know that they gonna put it off till they get it
I had a bad bitch with big ass, until she was top of the line
So she stayed in Chanell fits
She ran with some made niggas, so she was a made bitch
However you wanna do it, it's all on you how she played it
She worked for Hot Boys, and I was the chairmen
Complication, just give me the Franklins
You can take it like a man or a bitch
Best to get the fuck or you wanna get flipped

I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga
I'm com'n, you gotta get it, you gotta do nigga
I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga
I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga
I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga
I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga
I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga
I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga

Magnolia in this bitch.
That Melph, that Calio, VL, 10th Ward, everybody, check it.

Turk:
Untamed gorillas
Uptown for sho'
Gettin' full of that raw Mac Melph Calio
Totin choppers on the street like it's very legal
Lovin' blue eyes and curly hair cuz that's fuckin' people
These niggas wet, head smokin' from his beretta led
Shouldn't fuck with niggas in that 3 cuz they surely don't play
Chop you down in a minute
Yo' head, quick to spin it
Set it off with 50 shots
Ain't no stoppin' till it's finished
Rag tag, leave ya fizad with bullet holes
On yo bizack with bloody clothes you know
Thug niggas
Like sockets we plug niggas
Head busters
Showin' no love ass niggas
Bout beefin'
At night they bout that creepin
Tearin' it down
No more DJ's for the weekend
Chop you down real quick
Like that razor Gillette
Body acceptin' bullets like 1-800-Collect

Chorus (Juvenile):
Livin' in that 3rd where niggas got shot
They got 9 millis and infrared dot
A buncha niggas totin' choppers that's quick to wet you up
I said them niggas from uptown don't give a mother fuck
(repeat)

Turk:
Part 2
And you know, what we bout, them hustles
Still niggas, kill niggas, work for the men with shovels
Still nigga, fuck with that 3 it's a must that you die
Real nigga, ??? got on a box with camoflauge
Macs, SK's, Choppers, that's all we play
Spin up in at night, big nuts from broad day
Leavin' yo' block wet
Don't give a fuck who get hit
Bangin' and kill
So if you get split you get split
In that UPT, they got that monkey on they back
Niggas in that 3 won't hesitate to leave ya crack
If you slip in Uptown, then you fucked nigga
Pullin' triggers full of that brown ducked out nigga
Totin' choppers
That's wet ya leave ya foul nigga
Uptown don't give a fuck, and they wild nigga
In that Magnolia, nigga knock ya head off ya shoulders
Reload to LD will fuck clean over ya
Left with no figgas
Fucked up from 50 niggas
6 ft. is where you'll be
On t-shirts is ya picture

Chorus

Turk:
In that 3 we pack 2's that'll bruise when we spit
Choppers with 50, so it ain't no way we won't hit
Playin' a game with no rules so you get crept on
Red dots beamin' u better have your vest on
Uptown consists of nothin' but them real niggas
Packin' steel niggas
Won't hesitate to kill niggas
Sharp shooter ?????? nigga at far range
Killin' you niggas ain't no thang so yo' brains hang
Choppers be ringin' like a motherfuckin' church bell
Niggas get served like a junkie with a drug sell
Runnin' shop is them off of ???
???? and they strapped with autillary
In that Melph, niggas will leave ya where ya standin
Poppin' trunks and they pullin' out the cannons
Pullin' triggers that'll soak ya leave ya brainless
50 shots will stop ya
Body be flamin'

Chorus x 2

Turk:
Stickin' together like glue
Blood is thick so I'm tight
Swimmin' for my people
Don't mind losin' my life
Ridin' or fryin'
Don't matter nigga I'm real
All the time
The red thicker than the clear
Get in the way
And you get maced in the face
50 niggas will chase
Put a end to yo' day
Hit yo' set in the black on black
With Macs
With red dots on 'em
Will leave you flat
Yo' moms with the black on her
On the front level
6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
Blood thicker than water
I'ma keep it like that
Never turnin' my back
And I'ma keep it like that
Much love for my people
They got love for me
Outsiders get outta line
Get burnt up from the heat
I'ma play it how it go
Be down to the finish
Fuck havin' friends cuz friends turn into your enemies

Chorus:
(Juvenile)Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Load it up slide it in yall die.
(Lil Wayne) Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
CMB226 we all ride.

Baby:
Money and bitches don't mix
Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed
That's why I stick with blood thicker than water shit
Me and my brothers split keys
Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 g's
Ridin' in convertable Rolls Royce with the HB's
Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me
Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G.
That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets
Blood thicker than water I know you feel me
Set trip motherfucker we gon' kill ya
Change on ya brain
Lets sneak and then peel ya
I walk light
Uptown
But I still got my ghetto stripes
I creep and peep
Keep my hand on my heat
I ain't gon' let no bitch nigga steal me
I got a world
My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl
I gotta be here to serve her world
Motherfuck snortin' furl
Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and I'ma stay rich
But it's yo' world
Guess what Cash Money Records stick together like blood and furl

Juvenile:
It's just me and you all
I'm with whatever you wanna do all
Let you floss in my new car
Pop a nigga for you fall
We deal with niggas ass together
Build up all our cash together
Scored our first bag together
And stole our first Jag together
No separation
No outsiders could come between us
2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona
Turnin' state
The Hot Boy$ carry they weight
Any false movin' the case then the fool losin' his face
????????
Look what we been
Though we did it sin
I'm prepared to do it again
I ain't lyin'
My bloodline is 1 of a kind
Fuck it we all shine
Look and we all blind
This shit is turned bad yeah
You done fucked with my people now I'ma bust ya ass yeah
Wodie, leave that alone, let that go
Best to respect my click or check that hoe
We shine ??
And wax the floor
Blood thicker than water don't you ask no mo'

Chorus

Lil Wayne:
Blood thicker
Water slicker
And ain't no nigga
Slick up in my click
The 226 it consists of tru niggas
We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga
Now I dig
Up in ya blood for my blood
My click thick
And you can't separate bloods
Now when you ride
Ready to die who you with
Yo' real family or some niggas you fool with
Now on you' side, do you really have love
Boy we click tight stick tight that's blood
And guess what
We marchin' a million strong
Terrorizin' you' section black connection is my home
Love is the key
Outsiders can't keep
14 givin' my whole life to CMB
I'ma represent it
Solja rag, Reebok tennis
Stick to click called 226 to the finish

Blood thicker than water that's why my niggas they harder
Comin' in that water
Off top they grab the choppers and chop
So nigga you better play solo
U get fucked the fuck over
So don't explain to me nigga
Talkin' bout shit that I should
Shut yo' mouth cuz I don't wanna hear it
Off top that trigger get pulled
Puttin' yo' head on flat
Caught slippin' layin' on that back
Niggaz spotted you creepin'
Them chopper bullets start releasin'
Niggas wonderin' why you wet
They found ya dead in the projects
Have people cryin' and thankin'
But yo' body been stankin'
On the ground 16 holes
Shot up head to ya toes
Blood all over ya clothes
Don't fuck with me no more
Now they know
I ain't no hoe
????
They backin' up that CMR come up in that water

Chorus

Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out.

Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around
and, it's t-shirt land
when niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.

Bullet Proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my ki's, from my uncle KC
He's a Magnolia soldier
Be in 10 in Angola
Shoot out in that 'Nolia
Knock ya head off ya shoulders

Juvenile:
I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in a half
If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half
UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger
Or a 6 shooter
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now send ya people
To the TC and we gon' hurt 'em
I'm seein' niggas
Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends
Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe
Ya think I'm playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can
Hook me up I don't have time for no games
Look here I stompin in this bitch
I'm chompin' a new fit
I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
Look at what ya facin partner
A whole nation
Of niggas that's mind damaged
Out here paper chasin'
With that iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me

Lil Wayne:
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny
I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call
See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me
I ain't hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin' with money
Things you doin' I done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' I spray
I'm tryin' to live up

B.G.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release the safety, if ya chase me
Best waste me
Don't hunt bitch down in ya way
Or ya make me
Reverse the game and wax that ass
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya vest
Get left wet
Disrespect it's beef fo sho
Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio
You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
VL it
Cuz around me bitch I'm doin bad ya can't sell it
B.G. terrorize
4 niggas ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I'll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
If I jack you I don't want half I want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang I'm real
My skills outstandin'
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB
Bitch