Woorden: B.G.. Hot Boys 226.

Nigga you peepin' 'cause I'm peepin' for niggas creepin'
I'm on my game ready to be releasin' and rearrange
Ya fuckin' brain, carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin' head bust

Wassup? 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 bitch
And when I catch, I automatic wet ya bitch

It's that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the bitch 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 [unverified] heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown

Uptown, that is my destination
And murderin' motherfuckers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that wild TC

Goodbye, better yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo bitch ass, then I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask

226 tattooed 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 bitch, now it's time for me to drop ya

Head shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin' trouble this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin'
Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin' high
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot boys 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', let's 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

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 committed, 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 fuckin' around wit the keys if you ain't rollin shit up
I wish you niggas wit me, I would be sewin' shit up

Look, hide out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and Buck
In an expedition truck and brain fucked up from that dust
Nigga, who trippin'? I ain't trippin', you trippin'
When I slap that clip in, you shittin' like stool pigeons

That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas
That's my yayo, 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

Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the fuck 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, fuck
I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit, you up in [unverified]
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 motherfuck anybody
Tryin' to get yo back, they better be 'bout some comin'
Around the men in black