Introduction Lyrics - Hot Boys

[B.G.] 

Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy 

AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up 

Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block 

I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night 

Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike 

I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 

11 deep in the new Ford Excursion 

Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed 

Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean 

Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat 

That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B. 

I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty 

I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet 

Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made 

Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga 

[Juvenile] 

Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me 

Last night I got hit for a package of ki's 

Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats 

They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back 

And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that 

They beat me in my head until I said where it's at 

Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word 

We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds 

Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' 

C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car 

Me not worried about no witness 

'cause them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me 

Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black 

Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that 

I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches 

And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us 

[Baby] 

I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches 

Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches 

My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz 

While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits 

Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga 

It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga 

While my homies carve life in the field my nigga 

Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz 

Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz 

I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz 

Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga 

Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga 

Behind them thangs - it is what it is niggaz 

Birdman - a known shotcaller 

Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers 

[Lil' Wayne] 

(look - look - look - look) 

Here comes Mister Bad nerves 

What that fed up look? 

Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look 

And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry 

All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it 

I done walk 'bout four blocks 

In a pair of old 'Boks 

Dirty with no socks 

Looking for dope spots 

Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild 

Been a year since I smiled 

Better watch that child 

Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation 

Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces 

Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient 

Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin' 

Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla 

Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg 

I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days 

Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me