Wheel Chairs Lyrics - B.g.

(Baby) 

Too many playa hatin niggas in this world 

(the B.G.) 

That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl 

(Baby) 

Keep my nina for self protection 

(the B.G.) 

Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin 

(Baby) 

I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see 

And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. 

Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 

4 deep in the black on black Caprice 

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(B.G.) 

Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper 

Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz 

My people say it's a shame 

They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game 

I'm a ducht taper 

I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez 

I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose 

And out your yay, I'll rape ya 

But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya 

Ain't that cold 

If ya got it hide, on the real 

Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill 

Causin homicides, that's the deal 

I'm bringin what a nigga feel 

Caps get peeled 

(Chorus)2x 

Photos 

(Ms. Tee) 

Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is 

(B.G.) 

T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 

9 millimeters, glock, pump 

Ride guns, all that start funk 

(Mannie Fresh) 

Look out you bitch, you 

(B.G.) 

Watch out for 2 twos 

(Mannie) 

Automatics, with the static that ya talkin 

Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes 

>From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me 

Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars 

With shit bags attached to they drawers 

Take this time to pause 

For the not so lucky 

Weak like a sick puppy 

Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it 

Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake 

Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake 

Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint 

Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin 

If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin 

Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin 

Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer 

Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer 

(B.G.) 

Nigga, A 

(Mannie) 

Are you faster than a gun? 

(B.G.) 

Nigga, B 

(Mannie) 

Will I shoot ya if ya run? 

(B.G. 

Nigga, C 

(Mannie) 

I ain't showin no love 

(B.G.) 

Nigga, D 

(Mannie) 

All tha motherfuckin above 

(Chorus)2x 

(B.G.) 

Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect 

Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set 

Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin 

When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin 

Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away 

But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play 

V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies 

All us night creepers, actin silly 

Dirty 30's, AR-15's 

Nose dirty, totin uzi machines 

Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi 

Real niggas off Valence street 

Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P. 

All them niggas down wit me 

L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley 

Popeye and my nigga Larry 

So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees 

Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys 

I'll put your face on a fresh T 

If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's 

'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work 

Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt 

I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin 

Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin 

They doin, but Uptown doin that 

Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back 

Pussy, got rolled on round 

I mean rolled on round 

[Chorus]2x