B.G. F/ Big Tymers, Ms. Tee - "Wheel Chairs" lyrics

[Baby] Too many playa hatin niggas in this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose Ain't that cold And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya If ya got it hide, on the real Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill Causin homicides, that's the deal Caps get peeled I'm bringin what a nigga feel [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes >From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers Take this time to pause For the not so lucky Weak like a sick puppy Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] Nigga, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun' [B.G.] Nigga, B Will I shoot ya if ya run' [Mannie] [B.G. Nigga, C [Mannie] I ain't showin no love [B.G.] Nigga, D [Mannie] All tha motherfuckin above [Chorus]2x [B.G.] Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P. Real niggas off Valence street All them niggas down wit me L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley Popeye and my nigga Larry So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's I'll put your face on a fresh T Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt 'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin They doin, but Uptown doin that Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back Pussy, got rolled on round I mean rolled on round [Chorus]2x