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Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics

Verse 1: (B.G.)

 Money makin' is my thing

 A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach

 Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach

 Baby Gangsta is my title

 Al Kapone is my idile

 To protect and serve 

 I roll with my assault rifle

 Jack niggaz  for nothin' less than a quarter key 

 Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's

 Oh, I'm the young nigga 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 niggas

 Valence and Magnolias

 It list nothing but trill niggas

 And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga

 Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga

 For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga

 Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga

 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 nigger from uptown wit' a million

 Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins

 Get out the way or give your cash to me

 You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.

 Young niggas gettin busy

 Totin' K's like it ain't nothin' 

 Uptown niggas 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'

 Niggas talkin' yat and stuff

 Wan' be rough, but I'ma 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 fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin'

 I'ma 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, nigga

   

 (Chorus)

 1,2,3

 3,2,1

 Cashmoney Niggas 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 shits nothin' nice 

 Play wit' niggas 'dese days

 They'll leave yo' body cold as ice

 But I say fuck 'em all

 My ball never fall

 Five feet eight inches tall

 My back against the wall

 All I do is fuck hoes 

 I got dreams to make a mill

 Like them niggas in the nolia

 The hustlin' skills pays my bills 

 But still keep my hand on my glock just in case

 Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop 

 The many tracks and that's a fact

 Leavin' niggas on they back 

 Bitches play goin' get smacked

 Espicially if I don't disrespect you

 And you disrespect me

 I'ma have to show 'ya 

 That I'm out that fuckin' 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 niggers

 Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger

   

 Baby:That's the return of the trill as niggers

   

 Verse 3: (Bullet)

 Livin' uptown you got's to flight 

 Get down and take it like

 High School ?????

 And I'll be finish over night

 28 grams and it's on

 The make me four g's strong

 Young ballers stay shop

 ???? and ???

 Hoes on my bones 

 I bust a nut and I quit

 Lil' ?? be my click 

 Back to this gangsta shit

 I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich

 Do my third to bricks

 Now where I lay my head at 

 Small baller beleive that

 That's why I get paid at

 Off some silver ??

 Dressed in black 

 Wit' two gats a glock and mac

 You got's to play it like that

 ??? ?? and '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.

 ?? broke out a house ???????

 ??? ????? s-t tryna' get my nose dirty

   

 (Chorus)2x

   

 (Manny and Baby talk till end)