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Текст песни Juvenile f Hot Boys, Big Tymers - 400 Degreez

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B.G. & (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 itWhen I got that drama on my mind I`m going to bring itI ain`t backing down from no nigga that`s hatinIf 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 staininFuckin wit my H.B`s nigga I`m gonna bring itRollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin`(B.G.)Cause a nigga get stolenBetter yet get takinPaper is burnThey come fast, ya cant shake itPicture this my brother Cash Money done went nationThat 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 hittersWe uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)(B.G.)Police can investigate but they ain`t gonna find shitBut a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprintThis Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggasWe see them working on something look here we ridersAin`t like working niggasAny block with a flussyThat goes for the boss tooWe ain`t got no picks to choose itWe get cha if we gottaWig split cha if we gottaI know you ain`t got word that B.G.`s a riderSo keep it on the D.LIf you got keys don`t serve nobody but off V.L`Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. deepIt`s a filthy dirty rizellOn the U.P.TI was raised in the streetsBut I put it on my mind By the time I was nineI was pushin nigga I was slangin that nine(Lil Wayne)Na, Na, Na, NaNow them them don`t want us They know me and Turk don`t fuss in the cornersThey already know that we brothers, Blood Or whatever you wanna call itClick up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholicsPlus we ballersSo whatever we spin the Lex or BenzIts 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 sparyingRun your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayinLike a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain`t playin(Lil Wayne)Na, Na, Na, NaNow why O why LordThe nigga wanna try and die Lord(Turk) Niggaz wanna learn hard wayGive it to `em like thatMake `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 muthafuckaEither there`s been a lot of cross-firing in the bricksAnd I`m gonna kill me a niggaIf they put me in that shit Look I`m gonna tell ya like I tell my folksPlay with me if you want but Cash Money going brokeEven if it means creepin up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo

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