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s 226 (B.G.)
   
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Title: s 226
Album: It'S All On U 2
Artist: B.G.
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[B.G.] Nigga you peepin'cause I'm peepin for niggas creepin I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange Ya fuckin brain Carry and shoot that old 50 plus Out the clip these bullets rushleave ya fuckin head bust Wuz upI freeze beef like a deep freezer Ya talk noisewhere ya stand nigga is where I leave ya Believe in me and my clickhit ya block erasin Leave ya thoughts wastinI run a hundred miles paper chasin I'm 'bout dramafoolishnesswhatever start the trigga play I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C.I don't play Spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight disaster Ya got birds? I smash ya RefuseI leave that assknow that I'm nasty No cluesI can't be caught I can't be foundit's all on you I stop ya heart from beatindown to the dirty-do I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest 'Cause the best that he dressed Couldn't fuck with the Smith & Wess B.G.Black Connection 226 start static Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriage I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch And when I catchI auto matic wet ya bitch [Bullet] It's that nigga off the blockcall me the hood mack Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack Checkwhile you be the playa haterI be the bitch fader Bullets graze yanigga I tried to erase ya Pick the casketdump the Glock in the basket I stroll slowa tisketa tasket I brings enough of ??? heat then I bring my boys To destroychop ya down like a clown UPTOWN!!! That is my destination And murderin motherfuckers is my occupation You'd rather face the nation than to fuck wit me I keep a chopperI'm a fool out that wild TC Good byebetter yet I'll see ya later I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier Okey doke yo bitch assthen I take the cash and blast Never get caughtmy trade mark is the black mask 226 tattoed on my over my heart This here mark means that I was down from the start Releasin them cop killers and body peelers I got yayou bitch Now it's time for me to drop ya [Lil' Wayne] Head shots stopcomplete 50 shots when our choppers scream Havin trouble this evenin Leavin the scene not breathin Me and the Hot Boyz ride Cheif and gettin high Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride Girlfriend under the seatdriver side of the Hummer Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left On your way to the crossroadsno tomorrow for yourself Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at Reactpure D-donkey'bout gettin funky Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army Clips that's all extended leave you bendedrear ended SK's be sendinslugs can't be defended There goes the arrivalchopper spits five more Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival I gets loosechopperblast drasticallytragically Bloodybloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy You turn around I got that red light beamin bright You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight I gets tool it'sI'm ruthlessdo more shootin this 'Bout gettin foolishlose itchopperready to shoot it The head busterApple and EagleB.G.still a sinner I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center [Juvenile] Babygimme the keysgimme the G'sgimme the weedgimme the mack-10 Let me see what's happeninto me these niggas lackin Some tellin me felonies was commitedsome was acquitted My destiny is to live not in jeopardyto the death of me I provide knowledge that spread like a virus This a street orientationyou can't learn this in college You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up I wish you niggas wit meI would be sewin shit up Lookhide out in the cut Peep out ShotCorey and Buck In an Expedition truck And brain fucked up from that dust Niggawho trippin? I aint trippinyou trippin When I slap that clip in You shittin like stool pigeons That's my bitchesthat's my richesthat's my niggas That's my yayyothat's my scale That's my salethat's my clientele This my blockthis my rocks This my shopthis my Glock This my connection with the mob That's my partna black Saab This my peoplethat's my people That's hot rimmed Regal Ask my lawyerI do it legal That's my credit card from Segal's This my cigarthis my weed This my Newportthis my reefer That's my old Alma Mater That's my uncle drinkin that bottle [Tec-9] OkayI'm from that 3 and I don't give a fuck NiggaI say murdamurdawhat the fuck is up? Nigga better duck when I come around that bendI'm 'bout that drama With the dirty 30nose dirty And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin I feel ya body full of lead Put you to bed And now another that done came upfuck I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit You up in ???I got yaI hurt ya Now I'm up in ya rest areafinish ya I come with a bouquet of flowers Within the bouquet of flowers is a 9 nickel plated to devour And motherfuck anybody tryin to get yo back They better be 'bout some comin around the men in black

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