[Intro: B.G. & Birdman]
Cash Money slangin' iron, nigga
(Off top, playboy)
HBs and the BTs, Lil Weezy
What's happenin', lil' B. Geezy? Bring it to these niggas
[Verse 1: B.G.]
When I got that iron in my hand, I'ma slang it
When I got that drama on my mind, I'ma bring it (Bring it)
I ain't backin' down from no nigga, that's nathan
If a nigga say I ain't 'bout my business, look here, he hatin'
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Comin' Uptown, playboy, we gon' slang it
I catch you down bad, nigga, we gon' leave you stankin'
Fuckin' with my HBs nigga, I'ma bring it
Rollin' Uptown, stay strapped and keep thinkin'
[Verse 3: B.G.]
'Cause a nigga get stolen, better yet, get taken
K bullets burn, they come fast, you can't shake it
Picture this, my brother, Cash Money done went nation
But that come from seven hard years of dedication
[Verse 4: Birdman]
Fuckin' with my B.G. nigga
I'm puttin' it on your face and I'ma bleach me a nigga
Best believe we worth six figures and we call hard hitters
We Uptown riders and we real with this, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
[Verse 5: B.G.]
Police could investigate but they ain't gon' find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fuckin' fingerprint
This Hot Boy clique lay back and spy on niggas
We see they workin' with somethin', look, we ride on niggas
Ain't like rookie niggas, any block, we abuse it
That go for the boss too, we ain't got no picks and chooses
We'll get you if you got it, we'll split you if we gotta
I know you done got word that B. Geezy is a rider
So keep it on the DL
If you got keys, don't serve nobody off VL
'Cause they play for keeps
A one-way ticket to hiz-ell, six feet deep
It's a filthy dirty wiz-orld on the UPT
I was raised in the streets, brought up with it on my mind
By the time I was nine, pussy nigga, I was slangin' that iron
[Verse 6: Lil Wayne & Turk]
Them-them-them don't want us
They know me and Turk known bust, spinnin' corners
They already know we brothers, blood, or whatever you wan' call it
Drink up with my dog, we get crazy like alcoholics
Plus we ballin', so whatever we spin the bend in
Lex or Benz, it's gon' be on twinny-twin-twins
Get off the block when we come, nigga (Come, nigga), to the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sprayin'
Run your mouth too much, better watch what you're sayin'
Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga, we ain't playin'
Now why, oh, why, Lord?
Did the nigga wanna try and die hard? (Nigga, nigga)
Biddy-bye-bye-bye
Niggas wan' learn hard way, give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer, chop his hands and hit the bitch with a bat
[Verse 7: Juvenile]
I guess you probably standin' there sayin', "Who's the motherfucker?"
Nigga, Juv's the motherfucker that'll bruise a motherfucker (What?)
Lately there's been a lot of cross throwin' in the bricks
But I'm gonna kill me a nigga if they put me in that shit
Look, I'ma tell you like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want, Cash Money goin' broke
Even if it means creepin' up slow
Biddy-bye-bye, bustin' out shots out my black Volvo, for sure
'Cause ain't nobody gonna run me
I don't want nobody goin' to tell my mama when somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that
She ain't raise no ho, she could've had a girl for that
I been realized I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage and ballin'
Make a nigga recognize I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin', stop callin'
'Cause ain't no peace treaties, whoadie
You better not leave that forty-five at your house 'cause you're gonna need it, whoadie
I told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
UTP up on my stomach, from the 'Nolia, boy
I'm slangin' iron
[Outro: B.G. & Juvenile]
For sure, nigga
That's how we layin' it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide, slangin' iron
All you buster-ass niggas better recognize
This one here bezeled out, you heard me?
Ask my nigga Prime, nigga
Ask my nigga Lac, nigga
Ask my nigga B-Dog, nigga
Ask Mannie, ask Rusty
Ask my thug Corey
Ask B. Geezy, nigga
Ask Suga Slim
We ain't got no motherfuckin' heart
Got the butcher-knife killer in the back, you heard me?
Slicin' throats, we doin' it like that, nigga
Uh-huh, uh-huh
How you love that, nigga? (Bezeled out, bitch)
What's up now, nigga?
Talk that shit now
What-what's up?
I thought we was what kind of boys?
Go for what, nigga? Who, what, nigga? Huh?
I know y'all gon' hear me all over the nation
So this for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world
Nigga, it ain't no beef, nigga, it's 'bout money
Nigga, if you ain't makin' no money, I can't talk
Shut the fuck up
Nigga ain't got no, no words for you
It's all about the fetty
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