Hot Boys - Introduction lyrics

[B.G.] Bring Noise n***a, I got something on my shoulder - that b**h is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, n***a I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my n***a P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat That's the treatment you get from a n***a in C.M.B. I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this n***az that's b**h made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades n***a [Juvenile] Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me Last night I got hit for a package of ki's Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back And you think them mothaf**ers woulda left it at that They beat me in my head until I said where it's at Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them f**in moolignanis don't want no war' C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car Me not worried about no witness 'cause them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black Them connivin' motherf**ers gatta pay for that I tell you what I gonna do, burn them co*k roaches And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us [Baby] I'm the O.G. n***a 'bout money and b**hes Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches My brother K.C. told me how ta k** these n***az While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits Aiy, life is real my n***a, me and Lac pa' was k**ed my n***a It ain't nothing keep it real my n***a While my homies carve life in the field my n***a Ski' then family - thrill deal n***az Rambo and Sam - it is what it is n***az I've robbed n***az - pulled triggers for n***az Drama's involved - we in like we in n***a Homicide - we k** like we k** n***a Behind them thangs - it is what it is n***az Birdman - a known shotcaller Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers [Lil' Wayne] (look - look - look - look) Here comes Mister Bad nerves What that fed up look? Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it I done walk 'bout four blocks In a pair of old 'Boks Dirty with no socks Looking for dope spots Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild Been a year since I smiled Better watch that child Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation Looking at n***az paper chasin' with mean faces Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin' Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma k** him for the scrilla Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me