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[B.G.]Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavyAK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped upReady ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the blockI've rob through your neighborhood, day and nightStole clothes people inside, ya hood on strikeI'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin'11 deep in the new Ford ExcursionMe and my nigga P. - brother D's on weedBet should re-infact, k' pot it cleanOnce you found you get down, burn torchin' and beatThat's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shortyI'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirletBaby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch madeGimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga[Juvenile]Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta meLast night I got hit for a package of ki'sWho was it? Man I'ont know some catsThey kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the backAnd you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at thatThey beat me in my head until I said where it's atOkay we go out in the streets and we get the wordWe hit up anybody that we think selling them birdsLetras de cancionesThem fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'C4 them down, let 'em burn in the carMe not worried about no witness'cause them won't see, anything linkin' up ta meBoss, come ta find out it was Red and BlackThem connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for thatI tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roachesAnd payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us[Baby]I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitchesKnow how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditchesMy brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggazWhile Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digitsAiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my niggaIt ain't nothing keep it real my niggaWhile my homies carve life in the field my niggaSki' then family - thrill deal niggazRambo and Sam - it is what it is niggazI've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggazDrama's involved - we in like we in niggaHomicide - we kill like we kill niggaBehind them thangs - it is what it is niggazBirdman - a known shotcallerSuburban man and Benzes and Prowlers[Lil' Wayne](look - look - look - look)Here comes Mister Bad nervesWhat that fed up look?Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar lookAnd got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungryAll I got is this beretta with 2 murders on itI done walk 'bout four blocksIn a pair of old 'BoksDirty with no socksLooking for dope spotsMan I'm on the prawl - untamed and wildBeen a year since I smiledBetter watch that childHat over my eyes, you can't see my frustationLooking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean facesWas told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacientPacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin'Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrillaDo you under smell me - I'm telling your dawgI was raised on bad ways from school on half-daysHave smart and have praise - stop playin' with me[Turk]It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I amTote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam'Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga knowKnockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga knowDrive-bys in you-Hauls - prepared anydayThuggin' is usual, do that every dayBitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my wayMiddle of the court or one of them hallwaysQuick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fakeLeave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tapePut a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'You'll be put ta napYoung nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass outMe and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya houseFuck it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my niggaWhen it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga From Letras Mania