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 niggaz 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'ma 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'ma 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'ma 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    Get down and take it like   High School ?????   And I'll be finish over night   28 grams and it's on   The make me four g's strong   Young ballers stay shop   ???? and ???   Hoes on my bones    I bust a nut and I quit   Lil' ?? be my click    Back to this gangsta shit   I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich   Do my third to bricks   Now where I lay my head at    Small baller beleive that   That's why I get paid at   Off some silver ??   Dressed in black    Wit' two gats a glock and mac   You got's to play it like that   ??? ?? and '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.   ?? broke out a house ???????   ??? ????? s-t tryna' get my nose dirty      (Chorus)2x      (Manny and Baby talk till end)