Wheel Chairs lyrics

by

Big Tymers


[Baby]
Too many playa hatin n*ggas 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 n*gga wanna start reppin

[Baby]
I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
And if ya creep n*gga watch out for the B.G
Chopper City posse n*gga, 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 f*ckin 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, f*ck 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 n*ggas ride, and we kill
Causin homicides, that's the deal
I'm bringin what a n*gga feel
Caps get peeled
[Chorus]2x

[Ms. Tee]
n*ggas 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 b*tch, 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
n*ggas in banged up cars wit battle scars
With sh*t 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, n*gga you ain't
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' n*ggas than cancer
Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer
[B.G.]
n*gga, A

[Mannie]
Are you faster than a gun?

[B.G.]
n*gga, B

[Mannie]
Will I shoot ya if ya run?

[B.G
n*gga, C

[Mannie]
I ain't showin no love

[B.G.]
n*gga, D

[Mannie]
All tha motherf*ckin above

[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
n*gga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect
Now they wonder what the f*ck 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
n*ggas dead, n*ggas hoppin, tryin to get away
But they can't get away from this K, n*gga 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 n*ggas off Valence street
Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P
All them n*ggas down wit me
L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley
Popeye and my n*gga Larry
So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
pus*y n*ggas 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 motherf*cker keep the coroner to work
Settin examples puttin n*ggas 6 in the dirt
I put that n*gga on that T-shirt that you be wearin
Me and my click do that dirt that them n*ggas be sayin
They doin, but Uptown doin that
Get in the chair, b*tch rat, then got hit in the back
pus*y, got rolled on round
I mean rolled on round

[Chorus]2x
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