6 Figure Lyrics - B.g.

[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 14's 

Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' 

Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion 

I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors 

Then come to your funeral in two Hummers 

That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day 

Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away 

I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been enticed 

To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life 

My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me 

Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me 

I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla 

I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa 

Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs 

For the junkies got no love 

It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug 

Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done 

Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck 

I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch 

Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch 

Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix 

Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six 

Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck 

Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck 

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[Lil' Wayne] 

I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street 

Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep 

Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin' 

Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it 

Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n 

Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block wettin' 

Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ 

Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy 

Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat 

You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that 

Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks 

Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block 

Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door 

Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat 

I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho' 

We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro 

Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded 

Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted 

I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten 

Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin 

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[Turk] 

Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real 

Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal 

You ain't hear about the young thugs, 

The Hot Boys, that's who the are 

Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut 

Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too 

Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too 

Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly 

You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery 

Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight 

Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might 

Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street 

Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G. 

Fuck the police, cause we spray them too 

Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with that crew 

Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U 

+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done what I had to do 

Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me 

Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet 

That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die 

Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why 

4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds 

Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild 

[B.G.] 

I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya 

Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar 

Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's 

and I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster, 

if I pull it out my holster 

You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me 

I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P 

I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G 

I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's 

In my heart I feel, fuck the police 

Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it, 

try to keep a nigga off the street 

Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G. 

Lots'a money, and the best attourney speak for me 

And I speak and represent for the U.P.T. 

I creep, and get bent with VL Street 

I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring 

Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang 

Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest 

Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets 

I ain't the one to be repped on 

Who whole block get stepped on 

If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas 

I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back 

I'm in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask 

It ain't no way that you could last 

I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full force 

I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch 

They All 'N 

[Juvenile] 

Even if I don't get no taller 

I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway 

I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 'bout 155 

But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die 

Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand 

Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin' 

How you gon' do it, we could handle that no secret 

Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street quick 

Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit 

I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit 

So what you want, get you dome split 

You home hit, jeopardized 

Niggaz spendin' a bin in camoflauge 

I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers 

Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers 

I'm mad boy, with this clique I'ma act a ass boy 

It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy 

I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit 

Some Steven Seagal type shit 

Some *cgghh* knife shit 

Don't think you niggaz feelin' that 226 

Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split 

Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell 'em 

These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin' 

Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt 

Picture this, three ways gon' tear up your turf