Mannie Fresh - Introduction lyrics

[B.G.] Bring Noise, I got something on my shoulder - that b**h is so heavy AK-47 attached ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've ride through your neighborhood, day and night Store closed people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, n***a I'm searchin' 11 deep in the (2000) new Ford Excursion Me and my n***a P. - brother Diesel and Wee Bell - Tyriq and Fat - Kay - Powder and Cleve 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***as 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 Cuz 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***as 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***as Rambo and Sam - it is what it is n***as I've robbed n***as - pulled triggers for n***as 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***a Birdman - a known shotcaller Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers [Lil' Wayne] (look - look - look - look) Here comes Mister Bad nerves Wit' that fed-up look Shorty got that do-whatever-for-the-cheddar look Ain't 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 prowl - 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***as paper chasin' with mean faces Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm impatient 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 Went to school on half days Half smart and half crazed Stop playin' with me [Turk] It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the n***a that I am Tote gats with hats take a n***a from his fam' Nothin' but streets sh** - it's all a n***a know Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a n***a know Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday Thuggin' is usual, do that every day b**h n***as get roast, if your not from round my way Middle of the court or one of them hallways Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake Leave ya a** a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo' You'll be put ta nap Young n***a play it raw, raw - X ya b**h a** out Me and my n***a Rat quick ta run up in ya house f** it, I goes out cuz it's in me my n***a When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my n***a