(Baby)   Cash Money slangin nine nigga   (Off top playboy)   H.B's and The B.G.'s   (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)      (B.G.)   When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it   When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it   I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin   If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin      (Baby)   Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it    If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin   Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it   Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'      (B.G.)   Cause a nigga get stolen   Better yet get takin   Paper is burn   They come fast, ya cant shake it   Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation   That come's from 7 hard years of dedication      (Baby)    Fuckin with B.G. nigga    I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a nigga    That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters   We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)      (B.G.)   Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit   But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint   This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas   We see them working on something look here we riders   Ain't like working niggas   Any block with a flussy   That goes for the boss too   We ain't got no picks to choose it   We get cha if we gotta   Wig split cha if we gotta   I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider   So keep it on the D.L   If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L   'Cause they play for keeps    A one way ticket to hizell    6 ft. deep   It's a filthy dirty rizell   On the U.P.T   I was raised in the streets   But I put it on my mind    By the time I was nine   I was pushin nigga    I was slangin that nine      (Lil Wayne)   Na, Na, Na, Na   Now them them don't want us    They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners   They already know that we brothers, Blood    Or whatever you wanna call it   Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics   Plus we ballers   So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz   Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens      (Turk)   Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)   To the lane    Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying   Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin   Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin      (Lil Wayne)   Na, Na, Na, Na   Now why O why Lord   The nigga wanna try and die Lord      (Turk)    Niggaz wanna learn hard way   Give it to 'em like that   Make 'em suffer    Put that bitch wit a bag      (Juvenile)   I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?"   Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka   Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks   And I'm gonna kill me a nigga   If they put me in that shit    Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks   Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke   Even if it means creepin up slow    Busting out shots out my black Volvo   Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me   I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me   She ain't bring me in the world for that   She ain't raise no ho's   She could have had a girl for that   I been realized, I'm all in   Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin   Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin   Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin   Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie   You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie   I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy   U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy      (B.G. Talking)   Slangin nine   Fo sho nigga   That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99   Worldwide   Slangin nine   All you bus pass niggas better recognize      (Juvenile Talking)   This on here bouncin all out ya heard me   Ask my nigga Prime nigga    Ask my nigga Lac nigga    Ask my nigga B Dog nigga    Ask Manny   Ask Ruckus    Ask my brother Corey   Ask B.G.'s nigga   Ask Suga Slimm      (B.G. Talking)   You ain't got no muthafuckin heart   Got the butcha knife chillin   Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga   Ah ha, Ah ha   How You Luv That now nigga?   What's up now nigga?   Talk that shit now   What, What's up   I thought we was what kind of boys   Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha      (Juvenile Talking)   I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation   So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over   the world   Nigga ain't no beef nigga   It's bout money   Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk      (B.G. Talking)   Shut the fuck    Nigga ain't got no words for ya   It's all about the fetti