Cash Money n*ggaz lyrics

Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
Good sh*t to my peeps is what the f*ck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack n*ggas for nothin' less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster n*ggas..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young n*gga dressed in black on black
With Glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G
I run wit' all real n*ggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill n*ggas
And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, n*gga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill n*gga
For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel n*gga
Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill n*gga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a n*gga from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherf*ckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G
Young n*ggas gettin busy
Totin' K's like it ain't nothin'
Uptown n*ggas buckin' like it ain't nothin'
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin' over
Knockin' heads off shoulders
Think you boulder cause you older, but I'm colder
With the trigger I'll run all over ya'
n*ggas talkin' yat and stuff
Wan' be rough, but I'mma see if you can back it up
Wan' be tough
Let's take to a triller level
Let's get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just f*ck wit' me that's all I'm wishin'
I'mma dust ya'
Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I'll leave 'ya flat, n*gga
(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney n*ggas got the biggest guns
It's like the hip to the hop
The Glock to the hip
You best rush home
'For you get bust on....skip

Verse 2: (Turk)
I'm tryin' to be cool in this game
This sh*ts nothin' nice
Play wit' n*ggas 'dese days
They'll leave yo' body cold as ice
But I say f*ck 'em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is f*ck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them n*ggas in the nolia
The hustlin' skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my Glock just in case
n*ggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that's a fact
Leavin' n*ggas on they back
b*tches play goin' get smacked
Espicially if I don't disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I'mma have to show 'ya
That I'm out that f*ckin' M-a-g(Magnolia)
I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin' five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down
Actin' wild, three young n*ggers
Don't mind pullin' the f*ckin trigger
Baby:That's the return of the trill as n*ggers

Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin' uptown you got's to flight
Be down to take a life
I score 2 zips from Phat
And I'll be finish over night
28 grams in each stone
The make me four g's strong
Young ballers stay shop
Hip ringers and chip phones
Hoes on my bone
I bust a nut and I quit
Lil' Gang be my click
Back to this gangsta sh*t
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my dirt in the bricks
Not where I lay my head at
Small baller beleive that
That's why I get paid at
Off some silver packs
Dressed in black
Two gats a Glock and mac
You got's to play it like that
When you serving 'dem sacs
Snatchin' grounds or get jacked
Now grab that thing and bust back
I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P
Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B
Me and my bro got an ounce of that 'T'
I mean that Thomas
Out the s-t tryna' get my nose dirty
(Chorus)2x

(Manny and Baby talk till end)