Hot Boys 226 Lyrics - B.g.

[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 

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[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 

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[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