B.G., Hot Boys - 6 Figure lyrics

It's me, the BG, doin' my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch
Thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper
5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's
Hittin' your home up
Hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin'
Startin' chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family
Dress 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home
You get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights
I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray
Put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13
Straped up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia
Lookin' for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no love
It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh uh-busta
I never truh uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5
If this nigga snitch get me in the fix
And I can't snitch out the mix
Just gimme tree lives
Double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit
Wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin'
Cause I don't give a muthatfuck

I be catchin' a nigga corner
Rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist
Five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n
Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n
Brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood
Block wettin'
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro
And ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at
Cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'mma beef at, make it hot
I'mma crease that camoflauge to the 'Boks
Pop off clips in the Glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake
Shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo
Kick down the front door
Run from front to back bustin'
Terry cut his wife throat
I'mma play it how it go
Hold a black connect sho'
We went to school for this
We spend bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe
Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a pound with my round
50 shot'll get me toted
I'mma wet your bin, hit your house
Unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin

Don't fuck with bitch niggas
226 bout the real
Them niggas who paper chase
Go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't hear about the young thugs
The Hot Boys, that's who the are
Run that shit blow for blow
Hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't think cause we young
We ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with black connection to the finish
We bout killin' niggas too
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer
Die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down
Play the scenery big ol' Expedition's
Do some dirt in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga
We just might bitch niggas get left flat
Like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters
Like KC and Big G
Fuck the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down
Cause we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire
Best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+
I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga
That nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it
Try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide
Nigga cross that line they gon' die
Leave your families clueless
And questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out
Them lil thugs act wild

I'm a ride or die-er
Smoke nothin' but that fire ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster
Ridin' MoMo's
And I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster
If I pull it out my holster
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's
In my heart I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they heart they feel, fuck it
Try to keep a nigga off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest BG
Lots'a money
And the best attourney speak for me
And I speak and represent for the UPT
I creep, and get bent with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy
I let 'em hang far as they can
Cause I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand
Trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be repped on
Who whole block get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride
I'mma ride 'til there's no more gas
I'mma ride 'til I put you
On your muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, behind the skuh uh-skimask
It ain't no way that you could last
I'm comin' like the task force
I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch
They All 'N

Even if I don't get no taller
I'mma always be a CMB baller
Smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper
Believe bitches could die
Now play with the man
Full of that dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't
Be here when I sprayin' how you gon' do it
We could handle that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you head
Take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit
I got clique foll of some
Njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you dome split
You home hit, jeopardized
Niggas spendin' a bin in camoflauge
I'mma top knot shot caller
From the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggas daughters
Got my shit sittin' on Brawlers i'm mad boy
With this clique I'mma act a ass boy
It's cash boy
I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal type shit
Some cgghh knife shit
Don't think you niggas feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped
Split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius
Better tell 'em these niggas are felons
"HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you close to the devil
And your lip gon' get you hurt picture this
Three ways gon' tear up your turf