hot boys 226

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

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

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

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 ain't 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 ain't 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

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