Hot Boys 226 Lyrics by B.G.

Hot Boys 226 Lyrics

    [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 rush, leave ya fuckin head bust
    Wuz up, i freeze beef like a deep freezer
    Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where i leave ya
    Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin
    Leave ya thoughts wastin, i run a hundred miles paper chasin
    I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever 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
    Refuse, i leave that ass, know that i'm nasty
    No clues, i can't be caught
    I can't be found, it's all on you
    I stop ya heart from beatin, down 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 catch, i auto matic wet ya bitch

    [bullet]
    It's that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
    Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black mack
    Check, while you be the playa hater, i be the bitch fader
    Bullets graze ya, nigga i tried to erase ya
    Pick the casket, dump the glock in the basket
    I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
    I brings enough of ??? heat then i bring my boys
    To destroy, chop 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 chopper, i'm a fool out that wild tc
    Good bye, better yet i'll see ya later
    I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands i'm like frazier
    Okey doke yo bitch ass, then i take the cash and blast
    Never get caught, my 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 ya, you bitch
    Now it's time for me to drop ya

    [lil' wayne]
    Head shots stop, complete
    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 seat, driver 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 crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
    Wettin your whole set and where i think ya be at
    Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
    React, pure d-donkey, 'bout gettin funky
    Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
    Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
    Sk's be sendin, slugs can't be defended
    There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
    Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
    I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
    Bloody, bloody 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's, i'm ruthless, do more shootin this
    'bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
    The head buster, apple and eagle, b.g., still a sinner
    I got his body stank behind the carrollton shoppin center

    [juvenile]
    Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the g's, gimme the weed, gimme the mack-10
    Let me see what's happenin, to me these niggas lackin
    Some tellin me felonies was commited, some was acquitted
    My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of me
    I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
    This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college
    You be fuckin around wit the keys if you aint rollin shit up
    I wish you niggas wit me, i would be sewin shit up
    Look, hide out in the cut
    Peep out shot, corey and buck
    In an expedition truck
    And brain fucked up from that dust
    Nigga, who trippin?
    I aint trippin, you trippin
    When i slap that clip in
    You shittin like stool pigeons
    That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas
    That's my yayyo, that's my scale
    That's my sale, that's my clientele
    This my block, this my rocks
    This my shop, this my glock
    This my connection with the mob
    That's my partna black saab
    This my people, that's my people
    That's hot rimmed regal
    Ask my lawyer, i do it legal
    That's my credit card from segal's
    This my cigar, this my weed
    This my newport, this my reefer
    That's my old alma mater
    That's my uncle drinkin that bottle

    [tec-9]
    Okay, i'm from that 3 and i don't give a fuck
    Nigga, i say murda, murda, what the fuck is up?
    Nigga better duck when i come around that bend, i'm 'bout that drama
    With the dirty 30, nose 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 up, fuck
    I plot and make sure that i don't miss the hit
    You up in ???, i got ya, i hurt ya
    Now i'm up in ya rest area, finish 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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