B.G. - Wheel Chairs Lyrics
[baby]Too many playa hatin niggas in this world[the b.g.]Thats why we ride through this world wit da black girl[baby]Keep my nina for self protection[the b.g.]Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin[baby]Im bout money and thats all we wanna seeAnd if ya creep nigga watch out for the b.g.Chopper city posse nigga, and we roll deep4 deep in the black on black caprice[b.g.]Slangin is my thang man, Im out for paperTryin to catch a *****in drain, lookin for kaperzMy people say its a shameThey say I hate ya, but I tell em its all in the gameIm a ducht taperIma a young money maker, ***** these hoezI cant be no faker, I play wit my noseAnd out your yay, Ill rape yaBut on the downlow, boy Ill playa hate yaAint that coldIf ya got it hide, on the realCause me and my niggas ride, and we killCausin homicides, thats the dealIm bringin what a nigga feelCaps get peeled[chorus]2x[ms. tee]Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is[b.g.]T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers9 millimeters, glock, pumpRide guns, all that start funk[mannie fresh]Look out you *****, you[b.g.]Watch out for 2 twos[mannie]Automatics, with the static that ya talkinStop ya from walkin with the calico, stop ya hoes>from playin wit me, my nine stayin wit meNiggas in banged up cars wit battle scarsWith shit bags attached to they drawersTake this time to pauseFor the not so luckyWeak like a sick puppyFools that lost they name in the game cause they wouldnt up itBig money, heavy weight, make no mistakeTriple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cakeShake dont stir my drank, nigga you aintGon get out alive without spendin five on somethinIf ya wanna keep ya heart pumpinTha downtown, nino brown dumpinCause I done killed mo niggas than cancerLil b.g. wont ya take this timeout to answer[b.g.]Nigga, a[mannie]Are you faster than a gun?[b.g.]Nigga, b[mannie]Will I shoot ya if ya run?[b.g.Nigga, c[mannie]I aint showin no love[b.g.]Nigga, d[mannie]All tha mother*****in above[chorus]2x[b.g.]Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespectNow they wonder what the ***** happened, I hit his setRippin up da whole block and it aint no stoppinWhen da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppinNiggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get awayBut they cant get away from this k, nigga I dont playV.l. got street sweepers, 9 milliesAll us night creepers, actin sillyDirty 30s, ar-15sNose dirty, totin uzi machinesBrother, l.b., donald d., chun chiReal niggas off valence streetCrazy g, big g., big moe, lil p.All them niggas down wit meL.t., cool billy, cooleyPopeye and my nigga larrySo please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees***** niggas stuntin like ya got keysIll put your face on a fresh tIf the cheese over your head start at 5 gscause Im the mother*****er keep the coroner to workSettin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirtI put that nigga on that t-shirt that you be wearinMe and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayinThey doin, but uptown doin thatGet in the chair, ***** rat, then got hit in the back*****, got rolled on roundI mean rolled on round[chorus]2x
