Wheel Chairs Lyrics by B.G.

Wheel Chairs Lyrics

    [baby]
    Too many playa hatin niggas in this world

    [the b.g.]
    That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl

    [baby]
    Keep my nina for self protection

    [the b.g.]
    Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin

    [baby]
    I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
    And if ya creep nigga watch out for the b.g.
    Chopper city posse nigga, and we roll deep
    4 deep in the black on black caprice

    [b.g.]
    Slangin is my thang man, i'm out for paper
    Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz
    My people say it's a shame
    They say i hate ya, but i tell 'em it's all in the game
    I'm a ducht taper
    I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez
    I can't be no faker, i play wit my nose
    And out your yay, i'll rape ya
    But on the downlow, boy i'll playa hate ya
    Ain't that cold
    If ya got it hide, on the real
    Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill
    Causin homicides, that's the deal
    I'm bringin what a nigga feel
    Caps get peeled

    [chorus]2x

    [ms. tee]
    Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is

    [b.g.]
    T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers
    9 millimeters, glock, pump
    Ride guns, all that start funk

    [mannie fresh]
    Look out you bitch, you

    [b.g.]
    Watch out for 2 twos

    [mannie]
    Automatics, with the static that ya talkin
    Stop ya from walkin with the calico, stop ya hoes
    >from playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me
    Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars
    With shit bags attached to they drawers
    Take this time to pause
    For the not so lucky
    Weak like a sick puppy
    Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it
    Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake
    Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake
    Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint
    Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin
    If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin
    Tha downtown, nino brown dumpin
    Cause i done killed mo' niggas than cancer
    Lil b.g. won't ya take this timeout to answer

    [b.g.]
    Nigga, a

    [mannie]
    Are you faster than a gun?

    [b.g.]
    Nigga, b

    [mannie]
    Will i shoot ya if ya run?

    [b.g.
    Nigga, c

    [mannie]
    I ain't showin no love

    [b.g.]
    Nigga, d

    [mannie]
    All tha motherfuckin above

    [chorus]2x

    [b.g.]
    Nigga thought i was just bout rappin, he disrespect
    Now they wonder what the fuck happened, i hit his set
    Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin
    When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin
    Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away
    But they can't get away from this k, nigga i don't play
    V.l. got street sweepers, 9 millies
    All us night creepers, actin silly
    Dirty 30's, ar-15's
    Nose dirty, totin uzi machines
    Brother, l.b., donald d., chun chi
    Real niggas off valence street
    Crazy g, big g., big moe, lil' p.
    All them niggas down wit me
    L.t., cool billy, cooley
    Popeye and my nigga larry
    So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
    Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys
    I'll put your face on a fresh t
    If the cheese over your head start at 5 g's
    'cause i'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work
    Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt
    I put that nigga on that t-shirt that you be wearin
    Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin
    They doin, but uptown doin that
    Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back
    Pussy, got rolled on round
    I mean rolled on round

    [chorus]2x

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