B.G., Sniper, Gar - Factory lyrics

(BG talking) what's Happenin Mayne?
This Lil' BG your #1 Hot Boy
And I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me
You know what I'm saying
And we bout to fuck the game up
On some real nigga shit look

I'm official in any neck of the woods
I could hop out on any step in any hood
Niggas know me and will come up
And wanna fuck with me bad
A click of niggas with choppers
In black with ski masks
I'm a coach so I play the sideline
Let Kizzle go and snipe at these
Niggas that out of line i'm a hot boy
People know whats happening with me
Took the chrome of all my whips
And put 'em on factory
I could do that, shit real round here
Ask a nigga
All that stuntin get you killed round here
Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict
Behind a little more tenth
Think I'm the law, i spin a little bit
I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
You don't know it's me thats
In the camoflauge caddy
It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch
Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit
(Talking)
We still get our shine on, ya heard me

We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the 22's, We on factory

(BG talking)
Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real
Nigga What's Happenin

(Hakim)
I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out
Hot Kizzle
The hot boy with no slugs in my mouth
I'm an ex-drug dealer
Used to have drugs in my house
Now I know how I'm livin with
Real thugs in my house if I ain't on chrome
Your bitch still gonna jock me (Fa Real)
Man I'm on fact and that
Nigga still gonna knock me
You hate niggas, y'all really need to stop it
I'm young with bad nerves
I got the K in the closet
My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20
Earrings worth 10, bitch the whip cost 100
100 in the case, 17 in the Glock
Two million where I stay
20 bricks on the block
I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker
Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster
A 100% real nigga, look me up and down
Located in Chopper City
G'd Up in Soulja Town

(Gar) fuck pushing 10 whips
I spin in the wide track
Bitches still get side tracked
Ain't got my ass out, ride class course
They pass out been tossin brizzles with
Gizzle before vehicle
Actually factory got me with a whole faculty
I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps
They love trap but don't need to tell
And the bullets sell and your body in hell
And shot 'em villians and pulled off alot
In big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers
Thats how I'm peelin but I'm still
The pigeon from runnin straight (Sniper)
Low, Low, 4-Door
Something tinted up on factory
I'm Lo Pro, foul
Dicksuckers no longer be harassin me
Niggas actually trippin thinking a nigga
Can't tell the difference between
Them adapter kit's
And the set of sprewells, man they slippin
I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me
With 40 cal
I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me
But people hacking me
They just be passing me
I just got my package from the
West right back to the east

(Ziggler The Wiggler)
Yeah, You pullin up at the light
Your rims looking good you got them spinners
But when your hoe asks you to take her out
You can't even afford IHop
You pullin up at the club
Jumping out with brand new shirts on
And she say gimme some money
You can't even keep your phone on
Nigga we on factory behind them old 10s
With 20 stacks in our pocket nigga
This Ziggler the Wiggler baby
And we kicking the door open
For some real niggas
You understand me, Guess what?
All them real niggas
You got a chance now baby and we out, oh boy