Cash Money Niggaz

(专辑： It's All On U, Vol. 1 - 1997)

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Money making is my thing
A mill is what I'm trying 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 nothing less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... starting 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
Spilling 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, trying pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w'ere beaching 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
Acting bad, buying motherfucking 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
Toting K's like it ain't nothing
Uptown niggas bucking like it ain't nothing
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we taking over
Knocking heads off shoulders
Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder
With the trigger I'll run all over ya'
Niggas talking 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 wishing
I'ma dust ya'
Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishing 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 trying to be cool in this game
This shits nothing 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 hustling 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
Leaving niggas on they back
Bitches play going get smacked
Espicially if I don't disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I'ma have to show 'ya
That I'm out that fucking M-a-g (Magnolia)
I'm keeping it real wit' my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil' dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Riding five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to' down
Acting wild, three young niggers
Don't mind pulling the fuckin trigger

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

[Verse 3: Bullet]
Living 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
[?]
Hoes on my bones
I bust a nut and I quit
Lil' [?] be my click
Back to this gangsta shit
I'm moving six trying 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
Snatching 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 x2]

[Manny and Baby talk till end]