B.G. - Hot Boyz 226 lyrics

n***a you peepin' 'cause I'm peepin' for n***as creepin' I'm on my game ready to be releasin' and rearrange Ya f**in' brain, carry and shoot that old 50 plus Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya f**in' head bust Wa**up? I freeze beef like a deep freezer Ya talk noise, where ya stand n***a 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 n***a believin' what a b**h say Like K.C., I don't play, spin a n***a 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 a**, 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 n***a flesh hangin' from his chest 'cause the best That he dressed couldn't f** with the Smith & Wess B.G., Black Connection 226 start static, comin' out a n***a attic Leavin' holes in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I catch a b**h And when I catch, I automatic wet ya b**h It's that n***a off the block, call me the hood mack Disguised in red bandanna, strapped wit the chrome and black mack Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the b**h fader Bullets graze ya, n***a 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 [unverified] heat then I bring my boys To destroy, chop ya down like a clown Uptown, that is my destination And murderin' motherf**ers is my occupation You'd rather face the nation than to f** wit me I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that wild TC Goodbye, better yet I'll see ya later I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier Okey doke yo b**h a**, then I take the cash and blast Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask 226 tattooed on my over my heart This here mark means that I was down from the start Releasin' them cop k**ers and body peelers I got ya, you b**h, now it's time for me to drop ya Head shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our choppers scream Havin' trouble this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin' Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin' high Beef and n***as die when me and the Hot boys 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', let's 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 Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G's, gimme the weed, gimme The mack-10, let me see what's happenin', to me these n***as lackin' Some tellin' me felonies was committed, some was acquitted My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the d**h of me I provide knowledge that spread like a virus This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college You be f**in' around wit the keys if you ain't rollin sh** up I wish you n***as wit me, I would be sewin' sh** up Look, hide out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and Buck In an expedition truck and brain f**ed up from that dust n***a, who trippin'? I ain't trippin', you trippin' When I slap that clip in, you sh**tin' like stool pigeons That's my b**hes, that's my riches, that's my n***as That's my yayo, 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 Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't give a f** n***a, I say murda, murda, what the f** is up? n***a 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, f** I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit, you up in [unverified] 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 motherf** anybody Tryin' to get yo back, they better be 'bout some comin' Around the men in black