B.G. F/ Bullet, Turk - "Cash Money Niggaz" lyrics

Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title To protect and serve Al Kapone is my idile Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key I roll with my assault rifle Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me When you see the B.G. I run wit' all real niggas Valence and Magnolias And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga It list nothing but trill niggas Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G. Get out the way or give your cash to me Young niggas gettin busy Totin' K's like it ain't nothin' Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin' Baby given coke to the young soldiers I told ya we takin' over Knockin' heads off shoulders Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder With the trigger I'll run all over ya' Niggas talkin' yat and stuff Wan' be rough, but I'ma see if you can back it up Wan' be tough Let's take to a triller level Let's get iller like a guerilla On the killer level Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin' Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion I'ma dust ya' I be dishin' clips in and out like a ''' cat Ready t-t-to attack-tack Come from the back in black I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga (Chorus) Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns 3,2,1 1,2,3 It's like the hip to the hop The glock to the hip You best rush home 'For you get bust on....skip Verse 2: (Turk) I'm tryin' to be cool in this game This shits nothin' nice Play wit' niggas 'dese days They'll leave yo' body cold as ice But I say fuck 'em all My ball never fall Five feet eight inches tall My back against the wall I got dreams to make a mill All I do is fuck hoes Like them niggas in the nolia The hustlin' skills pays my bills But still keep my hand on my glock just in case Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop The many tracks and that's a fact Leavin' niggas on they back Bitches play goin' get smacked Espicially if I don't disrespect you And you disrespect me I'ma have to show 'ya I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226 That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia) Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town Take sips off daquiries Actin' wild, three young niggers Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger Baby:That's the return of the trill as niggers Verse 3: (Bullet) Livin' uptown you got's to flight Get down and take it like High School ''''' And I'll be finish over night 28 grams and it's on The make me four g's strong Young ballers stay shop '''' and ''' Hoes on my bones I bust a nut and I quit Lil' '' be my click Back to this gangsta shit I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich Do my third to bricks Now where I lay my head at Small baller beleive that That's why I get paid at Off some silver '' Dressed in black You got's to play it like that Wit' two gats a glock and mac ''' '' and 'dem sacs Snatchin' grounds or get jacked Now grab that thing and bust back I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P. Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B. '' broke out a house ''''''' ''' ''''' s-t tryna' get my nose dirty (Chorus)2x (Manny and Baby talk till end)