Lyrics:

It's me, the BG, doin' my thang, lettin' 'em hang
I represent, bang or get banged
I'm gettin' off into shit you cannot handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, five figures and up with the red beans
Feelers and thugs on my team with many boosies
King in your corner, gettin' that everything movin'
The enemy boozin', startin' chaos and confusion
I'm losin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dope colors
They come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, David Gangsta, sparkin' the D
Come out the funeral home, we get hit it, walkin' away
I'm in the gold Legend with Price, I done been enticed
To grab the K and let it spray, put an end nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high with me
Out that thirteen strapped up, he ride or die with me
I went in the 'Noya lookin' for that killa gorilla
I know my nigga Gangsta got it on Wild Willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers and thugs
But a joker got no love, it's like this
Play pussy, you catch a slug, drugs through the mug
Once it's dead, it's done, hand on my gun
'Cause I don't give a motherfuck, I'm a head-butt a buster
I never trust a bitch, make sure I got a solid four-five
'Cause this nigga snitch, get me in a fix
And I can't switch out the mix
Judge give me three lives, double barrel, so I got six
Ain't that some shit? Wanna see me ass out of luck
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I don't give a fuck

I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boyz, they ride with heat, black Caprice, 5 deep
Windows tinted, clips extended, drum lettin'
Bustin' at it, yellin', Hot Boyz, don't forget it
Leave every porch wet and brains all over the steppin'
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block wreckin'
Step into section of other Hot Boyz
Get full of that drug and grind chop your whole spot, boy
Better watch for where your B at, I'ma hit that, creep back
You want beef? I'ma be that, make it hot, I'ma freeze that
Camouflaged to the box, pop off clips in the Glock
Make sure all choppers cocked, water quake shake the whole block
Take the tip off the jaw, kick down the front door
Rumble from the back bustin', Derek cut his wife throat
I'm glad I go for the black connect show
Nigga, we rough, smooth this, we spend bands like a fool
Booze it with the jewels, say, "Whoa there, let's get loaded"
Do a pound with my round, fifty shotta get me tooted
I'ma wet your Benz, catch your house and lock in
Boy, you can't win, I let chopper bullets spin

Don't fuck with bitch niggas, .226 'bout the real
Them niggas who pay for chips, throw them dogs and paint that steel
You ain't hear 'bout the young thugs?
The Hot Boyz, that's who they are
Run that shit blue for blue, fools, we 'bout catchin' that nut
Nigga, don't think 'cause we young, we ain't grind or dyin' too
Die with back connections to the finish, we 'bout killin' niggas too
Spin your wig quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
Get enough, pop to get dumb, bleed the scenery
Big ol' Expeditions, do some dirt in this tonight
Five choppers from Rugers, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggas get left flat like a flat rat in the street
A bunch of young head splitters like K-Ci and Big T
Fuck the police 'cause we'll spray them too
'Cause we cop 'em, go down, ten down with they crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe it's all on you
Ooh, it ain't my fault, just done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga if nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get, he gon' take, try to sweep me off my feet
Why I keep my eyes wide? Nigga cross that line, he gon' die
Leave your families clueless and questionin' why
Four-four Bulldogs bark loud, choppa moves crowds
And the bystanders watch out, them little thugs ain't proud

I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothing but that fire
I keep all my hoes 'cause I'm a liar
Nigga, hotter than a toaster, ride MoMo's, not roasters
Feel what's on my old poster if I pull it out my holster
You supposed to respect a nigga like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveillance all day by the F-E-Ds
Now in my heart, I feel, fuck the police
'Cause in they heart, they feel fuck you
Try to keep a nigga off the streets
Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest BG
Lots of money and the best attorney speak for me
And I speak and represent for the UPT
I creep and get bent with B.L. Street
I slang heat any day, noise I bring
Feel I can't get beat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, let 'em hang
Far as they can 'cause I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigger, I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be repped on
Your whole block get stepped on if they outside
When I ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your motherfuckin' back
I'm in all black with the ski mask
It ain't no way that you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch, they all dead
Even if I don't get no taller, I'ma always be a soon-to-be baller
Smokin' blunts in the hallway, I'm skinny-ass, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could throw the choppa, believe you bitches could die
Now play with a man, bullet at door with a K in his hand
Don't wanna hear what you sayin'
Just don't be there when I'm sprayin'
How you wanna do it? You can handle that, no secret
Or I'll put some change on your head, take you off the street quick
Look, I got a MAC-9 and it won't quit
I got a clique full of some niggas 'bout that bone shit
So what you want? Get your dome split, your home hit
Jeopardized, niggas standin' in Benz and camouflaged
I'm a top-five shot caller with a K-Ci and B. baller
Fuck a nigga's daughter, got my shit spittin' on broader
I'm bad, boy, and with this clique, I'ma act a ass, boy
It's cash, boy, I don't think this is your last, boy
I'm 'bout the bull, so I'm out the hall type shit
Some gold type shit, some knife shit
Don't think you niggas feelin' that .226
'Bout a hundred and crucifix, child of child, spit and get split
Dooley, Lil Wayne, the Turtle, Derek, better tell 'em
These niggas are felons, Hot Boy be what you be yellin'
Right now you closer to devil and you live from what you heard
Picture this, three ways gon' tear up your turf