Cash Money Niggaz – B. Gizzle – letras

Verse 1: (B.G.)Money makin’ is my thingA mill is what I’m tryin’ to reachGood shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preachBaby Gangsta is my titleAl Kapone is my idileTo protect and serveI roll with my assault rifleJack niggaz for nothin’ less than a quarter keyTake hits on buster niggas….. startin’ at five G’sOh, I’m the young nigga dressed in black on blackWith glocks to mack in the hoop in ‘dis black on blackSpillin’ brains ain’t nothin but a thang to meSellin cane and fame ain’t nothin but a thang to meWhen you see the B.G.I run wit’ all real niggasValence and MagnoliasIt list nothing but trill niggasAnd we get ill, tryin’ pay the bills, niggaUse the skills to hustlin to make a mill niggaFor information w’ere beachin’ to make you squeel niggaDon’t spill, we use the index finger to kill niggaHow u feel gettin caught up in my paper chaseYa’ feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chaseGo out the way ‘for my pockets to be nice and fatI tote that K ‘for my pockets to be nice and fatPicture a nigger from uptown wit’ a millionActin’ bad, buyin’ motherfuckin’ buildinsGet out the way or give your cash to meYou see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.Young niggas gettin busyTotin’ K’s like it ain’t nothin’Uptown niggas buckin’ like it ain’t nothin’Baby given coke to the young soldiersI told ya we takin’ overKnockin’ heads off shouldersThink you boulder ’cause you older, but I’m colderWith the trigger I’ll run all over ya’Niggas talkin’ yat and stuffWan’ be rough, but I’ma see if you can back it upWan’ be toughLet’s take to a triller levelLet’s get iller like a guerillaOn the killer levelJust fuck wit’ me that’s all I’m wishin’I’ma dust ya’Because I know you’re softer than whoopie cushionI be dishin’ clips in and out like a ??? catCome from the back in blackReady t-t-to attack-tackI’ll leave ‘ya flat, nigga(Chorus)1,2,33,2,1Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest gunsIt’s like the hip to the hopThe glock to the hipYou best rush home’For you get bust on….skipVerse 2: (Turk)I’m tryin’ to be cool in this gameThis shits nothin’ nicePlay wit’ niggas ‘dese daysThey’ll leave yo’ body cold as iceBut I say fuck ’em allMy ball never fallFive feet eight inches tallMy back against the wallAll I do is fuck hoesI got dreams to make a millLike them niggas in the noliaThe hustlin’ skills pays my billsBut still keep my hand on my glock just in caseNiggas try’na plot seventeen shots gonna stopThe many tracks and that’s a factLeavin’ niggas on they backBitches play goin’ get smackedEspicially if I don’t disrespect youAnd you disrespect meI’ma have to show ‘yaThat I’m out that fuckin’ M-a-g(Magnolia)I’m keepin’ it real wit’ my click, 226Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil’ dizzyTake sips off daquiriesRidin’ five-hundreds Benz across townMe, Duga, and B gettin to’ downActin’ wild, three young niggersDon’t mind pullin’ the fuckin triggerBaby:That’s the return of the trill as niggersVerse 3: (Bullet)Livin’ uptown you got’s to flightGet down and take it likeHigh School ?????And I’ll be finish over night28 grams and it’s onThe make me four g’s strongYoung ballers stay shop???? and ???Hoes on my bonesI bust a nut and I quitLil’ ?? be my clickBack to this gangsta shitI’m movin’ six tryin’ to get richDo my third to bricksNow where I lay my head atSmall baller beleive thatThat’s why I get paid atOff some silver ??Dressed in blackWit’ two gats a glock and macYou got’s to play it like that??? ?? and ‘dem sacsSnatchin’ grounds or get jackedNow grab that thing and bust backI 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)