[Talking] B.G.
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means

Verse: 1
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs or better
I plan never to fall short again
I want game
Wootay I'ma tell ya no pain no gain
I hustle

[Intro]
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin nigga if you got five figgas

[Verse 1]
I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ??? murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga
I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want

First Verse:

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line
Do it I'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth,
Both cliques can't live

[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue blues
It'll be no clues
When I strike, you lose
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
Your issue's.. where I hang
You

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with many

[B.G.]
Ah ha, look
You'll never see me hangin' from no tree
You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley
You'll never catch me broke on my ass
You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag
Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho
Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor

[intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Verse 1: lil wayne
You know them hoes love weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your l

[B.G.]
Ah ha, look
You'll never see me hangin' from no tree
You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley
You'll never catch me broke on my ass
You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag
Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho
Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor
Never

Fa sho
I got my gat
so you know what that means

It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe
When you comin' to get me I got the four four
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I l

I back the fuck out the bitch quick
Cause these hoes ain't shit
They good for open mix shit
I put they mind on my dick
Gotta put my ???, keep my hoes in check
If i let them disrespect then they always gone disrespect
Always have these hoes in line, never whine or dine

(*talking*)
Look, I'ma get in the game you heard me
Women, over here come listen, tell em
If you ain't been with a nigga, its too late
In the game, for a nigga to be making a bitch feel lead
You'll wanna get it right, and when you get it right
You'll wanna keep it right,

(*talking*)
Look, i'ma get in the game you heard me
Women, over here come listen, tell em
If you ain't been with a nigga, its too late
In the game, for a nigga to be making a bitch feel lead
You'll wanna get it right, and when you get it right
You'll wanna keep it right,

Verse One: Baby

Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut
Hit the club light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank t

[B.G.]
I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers
If you're ballin', then ball - you're shinin', keep shinin'
You

Verse 1:

Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat
My click is the Ho

Verse 1:

I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it
Le

[Lil' Wayne]
What, what, what, what, what, what
Huh (Huh)
What (What)
If I could change the world (If I could change the world)
Huh (Huh)
What (What - what)
Look:
If I had the world, dog, I'd make hustlin' good
And if I could I'd put work every hustler's hood<

Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black
Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off
Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me

First Verse:

Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there,

(*talking*)
Here we go nigga (here we go)
Gizzle baby, return of the living dead nigga
(uh oh) I might as well go old school with it nigga
'97 huh, it's just kill or be killed, nigga you heard me
Murder murder, whatever whatever (uh-huh)
Taking no shorts (Ken G's on the t

Como puede ser que no quieras amarme
Como puede ser que quieras escaparte
Si es tuyo mi corazon
Como puede ser que no quieras tocarme
Como puede ser que no quieras besarme
Si necesito tu amor

No pensaba asi antes de conocerte
Y no te tuve y pero temo perderte
Te