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B.G. lyrics : "Cash Money Niggaz"

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach

Good %#@! to my peeps is what the $#&@ I preach
Baby Gangsta is my title
Al Kapone is my idile

To protect and serve
I roll with my $$#ault rifle
Jack ^!$$%z for nothin' less than a quarter key

Take hits on buster ^!$$%s..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill ^!$$%s

And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, ^!$$%
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill ^!$$%
For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel ^!$$%

Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill ^!$$%
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase

Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a !@$@ from uptown wit' a million

Actin' bad, buyin' mother$#&@in' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.

Young ^!$$%s gettin busy
Totin' K's like it ain't nothin'
Uptown ^!$$%s buckin' like it ain't nothin'

Baby given !@%!e 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'
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ wit' me that's all I'm wishin'

I'ma dust ya'
Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat

Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I'll leave 'ya flat, ^!$$%


[Chorus]
1,2,3

3,2,1
Cashmoney ^!$$%s got the biggest guns
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 %#@!s nothin' nice
Play wit' ^!$$%s 'dese days
They'll leave yo' body cold as ice

But I say $#&@ 'em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall

My back against the wall
All I do is $#&@ hoes
I got dreams to make a mill

Like them ^!$$%s in the nolia
The hustlin' skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case

^!$$%s try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that's a fact
Leavin' ^!$$%s on they back
(*##$es play goin' get smacked
Espicially if I don't disrespect you

And you disrespect me
I'ma have to show 'ya
That I'm out that $#&@in' M-a-g(Magnolia)
I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy

Take sips off daquiries
Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down
Actin' wild, three young !@$@s
Don't mind pullin' the $#&@in trigger


[Baby:] That's the return of the trill as !@$@s

[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 %#@!
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
Wit' two gats a glock and mac
You got's to play it like that

??? ?? 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 x2]

[Manny and Baby talk till end]

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