Hide Out or Ride Out (feat. Turk & Lil Wayne)

I strike a load you get served, I ain't to be joked with Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again And put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose it's Impossible Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots 'bout to be droppin' you I be 'bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set then Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters Red Dot Sighers, all week Night Flighters I'ma get you when you least expect it Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can't protect it Boy, is you ready? I leave your set wetty Slugs flyin' high got you body real heavy You can't move, you got bucked now you stuck Left wet on the set, tell your boys to pick you up Out cold, head swole, eyes drove I know for sure you ain't gon' test me no more Your block tore, your family in black clothes You got blowed, and in your chest is many holes This goes, "A Lot of rounds of Ammo" I show how Uptown Niggas drove You fake boy, me and my niggas did it to you Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers That's how we be, loadin' clips then release Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk artillery Up the street, where I score should ain't for me The B.G. that's the name I go by Test me? You die ask Kangol 'bout it Hide Out, if you clip slide out Ride out, your block 'bout to die out Move your people, I'm burnin' down the whole street The Night Creepers, 'bout to heat our enemy Lights off, mask on, creep silent Life's gone, we don't left your block quiet Retaliate wait, know you not boy 'Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy Chopper gunnin' you scared, you see us runnin' Start movin' me and Juvey when we comin' In your lap your brain sit, got a Chopper splittin' through bricks A you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin' to Six Figures I'm pulverizin' niggas pullin' K-F's with two triggers On my body there's a side of me It only come out at night though Them demons got me on a flight Duct taping and takin' life, or even worse It could be three o'clock, on a Sunday by Church Your brains, I'ma have to burst You shouldn't have fucked with me first Gettin' full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em Got Richard Penatin, callin' for National Guards to come help him Very seldom when you see, when you do, what do you do? Bust back, better be a headshot, if not then it's through I'm comin' around the corner 'bout to pull a Meatball on you Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico Me and Lil Turk, if you heard of a merger on a murder 50 G'z on his head, what the fuck did you say? 50 G'z for sure that nigga live next door Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low A Hot Boy representin' this bitch, like Black and Moe I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin' I'm havin' fatal thoughts, I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin' Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear I'm not scared, 'cause I'm a Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga took my fuckin' life Unnecessary shit, mind clickin' like a light switch Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch Don't give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camouflagin' With my Mack- Elivin', Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click Don't fuck with, unless we known to get in your shit I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind Kill a nigga with that fuckin' Chrome-9 Don't have time for them dog hoes Goin' through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4 What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time Now you wanna shine, let me put somethin' on your mind Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit It's a for-sure thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet you You bests be 'bout you Issue, if not God bless you, look- What make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong? That's what we do, you wrong They both come and they gone Off Toppers, I'ma deal with you and your Partners T.C., L.D., Willard Street with Choppers Drama is the need for Ca$h, we play it right though I'm comin' to get a nigga ass, like I'm them white folks Look, better be 'bout it, if not better be rowdy It's all in your mind ha?, You gon' shine Ha, I doubt it