Cash Money Niggaz

Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al Kapone is my idile To protect and serve I roll with my assault rifle Jack niggas for nothin' less than a quarter key Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black With Glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me When you see the B.G I run wit' all real niggas Valence and Magnolias It list nothing but trill niggas And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins Get out the way or give your cash to me You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G Young niggas gettin busy Totin' K's like it ain't nothin' Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin' Baby given coke to the young soldiers I told ya we takin' over Knockin' heads off shoulders Think you boulder cause you older, but I'm colder With the trigger I'll run all over ya' Niggas talkin' yat and stuff Wan' be rough, but I'mma see if you can back it up Wan' be tough Let's take to a triller level Let's get iller like a guerilla On the killer level Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin' I'mma dust ya' Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat Come from the back in black Ready t-t-to attack-tack I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga (Chorus) 1,2,3 3,2,1 Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns It's like the hip to the hop The Glock to the hip You best rush home 'For you get bust on....skip Verse 2: (Turk) I'm tryin' to be cool in this game This shits nothin' nice Play wit' niggas 'dese days They'll leave yo' body cold as ice But I say fuck 'em all My ball never fall Five feet eight inches tall My back against the wall All I do is fuck hoes I got dreams to make a mill Like them niggas in the nolia The hustlin' skills pays my bills But still keep my hand on my Glock just in case Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop The many tracks and that's a fact Leavin' niggas on they back Bitches play goin' get smacked Espicially if I don't disrespect you And you disrespect me I'mma have to show 'ya That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia) I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226 Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy Take sips off daquiries Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down Actin' wild, three young niggers Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger Baby:That's the return of the trill as niggers Verse 3: (Bullet) Livin' uptown you got's to flight Be down to take a life I score 2 zips from Phat And I'll be finish over night 28 grams in each stone The make me four g's strong Young ballers stay shop Hip ringers and chip phones Hoes on my bone I bust a nut and I quit Lil' Gang be my click Back to this gangsta shit I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich Do my dirt in the bricks Not where I lay my head at Small baller beleive that That's why I get paid at Off some silver packs Dressed in black Two gats a Glock and mac You got's to play it like that When you serving 'dem sacs Snatchin' grounds or get jacked Now grab that thing and bust back I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B Me and my bro got an ounce of that 'T' I mean that Thomas Out the s-t tryna' get my nose dirty (Chorus)2x (Manny and Baby talk till end)