B.G. - Hot Boys 226 Lyrics
[b.g.]Nigga you peepin, cause Im peepin for niggas creepinIm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrangeYa *****in brainCarry and shoot that old 50 plusOut the clip these bullets rush, leave ya *****in head bustWuz up, I freeze beef like a deep freezerYa talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave yaBelieve in me and my click, hit ya block erasinLeave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles paper chasinIm bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga playI had to spank a nigga believin what a ***** sayLike k.c., I dont playSpin a nigga bin everydayA hundred round drum on the kLeave ya set a straight disasterYa got birds? I smash yaRefuse, I leave that ass, know that Im nastyNo clues, I cant be caughtI cant be found, its all on youI stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-doI leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chestcause the best that he dressedCouldnt ***** with the smith & wessB.g., black connection 226 start staticComin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriageI ride all night til I catch a *****And when I catch, I auto matic wet ya *****[bullet]Its that nigga off the block, call me the hood mackDisguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mackCheck, while you be the playa hater, I be the ***** faderBullets graze ya, nigga I tried to erase yaPick the casket, dump the glock in the basketI stroll slow, a tisket, a tasketI brings enough of ? ? ? heat then I bring my boysTo destroy, chop ya down like a clownUptown!!!That is my destinationAnd murderin mother*****ers is my occupationYoud rather face the nation than to ***** wit meI keep a chopper, Im a fool out that wild tcGood bye, better yet Ill see ya laterIm smooth with the steel and wit the hands Im like frazierOkey doke yo ***** ass, then I take the cash and blastNever get caught, my trade mark is the black mask226 tattoed on my over my heartThis here mark means that I was down from the startReleasin them cop killers and body peelersI got ya, you *****Now its time for me to drop ya[lil wayne]Head shots stop, complete50 shots when our choppers screamHavin trouble this eveninLeavin the scene not breathinMe and the hot boyz rideCheif and gettin highBeef and niggas die when me and the hot boyz rideGirlfriend under the seat, driver side of the hummerHere comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runnerDont play the hard road cause the hard road will get you leftOn your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourselfWettin your whole set and where I think ya be atAttackin your old hood and where ya people sleep atReact, pure d-donkey, bout gettin funkyTurk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an armyClips thats all extended leave you bended, rear endedSks be sendin, slugs cant be defendedThere goes the arrival, chopper spits five moreScreamin lets start the war cause we bout survivalI gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragicallyBloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedyYou turn around I got that red light beamin brightYou full of fright cause you know you might die tonightI gets tool its, Im ruthless, do more shootin thisbout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot itThe head buster, apple and eagle, b.g., still a sinnerI got his body stank behind the carrollton shoppin center[juvenile]Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the gs, gimme the weed, gimme the mack-10Let me see whats happenin, to me these niggas lackinSome tellin me felonies was commited, some was acquittedMy destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of meI provide knowledge that spread like a virusThis a street orientation, you cant learn this in collegeYou be *****in around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit upI wish you niggas wit me, I would be sewin shit upLook, hide out in the cutPeep out shot, corey and buckIn an expedition truckAnd brain *****ed up from that dustNigga, who trippin?I aint trippin, you trippinWhen I slap that clip inYou shittin like stool pigeonsThats my *****es, thats my riches, thats my niggasThats my yayyo, thats my scaleThats my sale, thats my clienteleThis my block, this my rocksThis my shop, this my glockThis my connection with the mobThats my partna black saabThis my people, thats my peopleThats hot rimmed regalAsk my lawyer, I do it legalThats my credit card from segalsThis my cigar, this my weedThis my newport, this my reeferThats my old alma materThats my uncle drinkin that bottle[tec-9]Okay, Im from that 3 and I dont give a *****Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the ***** is up?Nigga better duck when I come around that bend, Im bout that dramaWith the dirty 30, nose dirtyAnd Im from that 3 and I be gat totinI feel ya body full of leadPut you to bedAnd now another that done came up, *****I plot and make sure that I dont miss the hitYou up in ? ? ? , I got ya, I hurt yaNow Im up in ya rest area, finish yaI come with a bouquet of flowersWithin the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devourAnd mother***** anybody tryin to get yo backThey better be bout some comin around the men in black
