Hide Out or Ride Out

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I strike a load you get served I ain't to be joked with

Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoked it

I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and

Put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose its Impossible

Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin' you

I be bout straight hittin' the beef kicker set then

Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet

Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters

Red Dot Sighters, all week Night Flighters

I'ma get 'cha when ya least expect it

Cock the Glock check it, a vest can't protect it boy

Is ya ready? I leave yo set wetted

Slugs flyin' high got ya body real heavy

Ya can't move, ya got bucked now ya stuck

Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up

Out cold, head swole, eyes rolled

I know Fa'sho you ain't gone test me no more

Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes

You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes

This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo

I show how Uptown Niggas drove

Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya

Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers

That's how we be, loadin' clips then release

Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary

Up the street, where I score shoul ain't for me

The B.G. that's  the name I go by

Test me? You die ask Kangol bout it

Hide Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out

Yo block bout to die out

Move yo People I'm burnin' down the whole street

The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy

Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent

Life's gone we don't left yo block quiet

Retaliate wait, know you not boy

Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy

Chopper gunnin' you scared, you see us runnin'

Start movin' me and Juvey when we comin'

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

In yo lap yo brain sit, got a Chopper splittin' through bricks

A young Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks

Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin' to Six Figures

I'm pulverizin' niggas pullin' AR-15 triggers

On my body there's a side of me

It only come out at night though

Them Demons got me on a flight

Duck Tape'N and takin' life, or even worse

It could be Three O'clock, on a Sunday by Church

Yo brains I'ma have to burst

You shouldn't have fucked with me first

Gettin' full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em

Got Richard Penington callin' for National Guards to come help him

Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do?

Bust back, better be a head shot, if not then it's through

I'm comin' around the corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya

Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico

Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder

50 G'z on his head, what the fuck did you say?

50 G'z Fa'sho that nigga live next door

Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change

Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low

A Hot Boy representin' this bitch like Black and Moe

[Verse 3: Turk]

I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin'

I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin'

Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear

I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear

In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights

Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga took my fuckin' life

Unnecessary shit, mind clickin' like a light switch

Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch

Don't give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camouflagin'

With my Mack- Elivin' , Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click

Don't fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit

I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind

Kill a nigga with that fuckin' Chrome-9

Don't have time for them dog hoes

Goin' through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4

[Verse 4: Juvenile]

What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime

You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time

Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin' on yo mind

Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit

It's a Fa'sho thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet 'cha

Ya bests be 'bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya

What make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong?

That's what we do, you wrong

They both com and they gone

Off Toppers, I'ma deal with you and yo Partners

T.C. , L.D. , Willard Street with Choppers

Drama is the need for Ca$h, we play it right though

I'm comin' to get a nigga ass, like I'm them white folks

Look, better be 'bout it, if not better be rowdy

It's all in yo mind ha?, You gone shine, ha

I doubt it