Hot Boys 226 lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : Hot Boys 226



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[B.G.]
Nigga you peepin, `cause I`m peepin for niggas
creepin
I`m on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange
Ya f**kin brain
Carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya f**kin
head bust
Wuz up, I freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I
leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin
Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles
paper chasin
I`m `bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the
trigga play
I had to spank a nigga believin what a bit*h say
Like K.C., I don`t play
Spin a nigga bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the K
Leave ya set a straight disaster
Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I`m nasty
No clues, I can`t be caught
I can`t be found, it`s all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do
I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest
`Cause the best that he dressed
Couldn`t f**k with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black Connection 226 start static
Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya
carriage
I ride all night `til I catch a bit*h
And when I catch, I auto matic wet ya bit*h
[Bullet]
It`s that nigga off the block, call me the hood
mack
Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome
and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the
bit*h fader
Bullets graze ya, nigga I tried to erase ya
Pick the casket, dump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown
UPTOWN!!!
That is my destination
And murderin motherf**kers is my occupation
You`d rather face the nation than to f**k wit me
I keep a chopper, I`m a fool out that wild TC
Good bye, better yet I`ll see ya later
I`m smooth with the steel and wit the hands I`m
like Frazier
Okey doke yo bit*h ass, then I take the cash and
blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask
226 tattoed on my over my heart
This here mark means that I was down from the
start
Releasin them cop killers and body peelers
I got ya, you bit*h
Now it`s time for me to drop ya
[Lil` Wayne]
Head shots stop, complete
50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the Hot Boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the
Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a
track runner
Don`t play the hard road `cause the hard road
will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for
yourself
Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep
at
React, pure D-donkey, `bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an
army
Clips that`s all extended leave you bended, rear
ended
SK`s be sendin, slugs can`t be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war `cause we `bout
survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically,
tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin
bright
You full of fright `cause you know you might die
tonight
I gets tool it`s, I`m ruthless, do more shootin
this
`Bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to
shoot it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a
sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton
shoppin center
[Juvenile]
Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G`s, gimme the
weed, gimme the mack-10
Let me see what`s happenin, to me these niggas
lackin
Some tellin me felonies was commited, some was
acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the
death of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientation, you can`t learn this
in college
You be f**kin around wit the keys if you aint
rollin sh*t up
I wish you niggas wit me, I would be sewin sh*t
up
Look, hide out in the cut
Peep out Shot, Corey and Buck
In an Expedition truck
And brain f**ked up from that dust
Nigga, who trippin?
I aint trippin, you trippin
When I slap that clip in
You shittin like stool pigeons
That`s my bit*hes, that`s my riches, that`s my
niggas
That`s my yayyo, that`s my scale
That`s my sale, that`s my clientele
This my block, this my rocks
This my shop, this my Glock
This my connection with the mob
That`s my partna black Saab
This my people, that`s my people
That`s hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal
That`s my credit card from Segal`s
This my cigar, this my weed
This my Newport, this my reefer
That`s my old Alma Mater
That`s my uncle drinkin that bottle
[Tec-9]
Okay, I`m from that 3 and I don`t give a f**k
Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the f**k is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around that bend,
I`m `bout that drama
With the dirty 30, nose dirty
And I`m from that 3 and I be gat totin
I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed
And now another that done came up, f**k
I plot and make sure that I don`t miss the hit
You up in ???, I got ya, I hurt ya
Now I`m up in ya rest area, finish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers
Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel
plated to devour
And motherf**k anybody tryin to get yo back
They better be `bout some comin around the men in
black