Mannie Fresh - Wheel Chairs lyrics

[Baby] Too many playa hatin n***as in this world [the B.G.] That's 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 a** n***a wanna start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see And if ya creep n***a watch out for the B.G Chopper City posse n***a, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a f**in drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, f** these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya Ain't that cold If ya got it hide, on the real Cause me and my n***as ride, and we k** Causin homicides, that's the deal I'm bringin what a n***a feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] n***as in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, Glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you b**h, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes ]From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me n***as in banged up cars wit battle scars With sh** bags attached to they drawers Take this time to pause For the not so lucky Weak like a sick puppy Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake Shake don't stir my drank, n***a you ain't Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin Cause I done k**ed mo' n***as than cancer Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] n***a, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun? [B.G.] n***a, B [Mannie] Will I shoot ya if ya run? [B.G n***a, C [Mannie] I ain't showin no love [B.G.] n***a, D [Mannie] All tha motherf**in above [Chorus]2x [B.G.] n***a thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect Now they wonder what the f** happened, I hit his set Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin n***as dead, n***as hoppin, tryin to get away But they can't get away from this K, n***a I don't play V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Real n***as off Valence street Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P All them n***as down wit me L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley Popeye and my n***a Larry So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees p**y n***as stuntin like ya got keys I'll put your face on a fresh T If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's 'Cause I'm the motherf**er keep the coroner to work Settin examples puttin n***as 6 in the dirt I put that n***a on that T-shirt that you be wearin Me and my click do that dirt that them n***as be sayin They doin, but Uptown doin that Get in the chair, b**h rat, then got hit in the back p**y, got rolled on round I mean rolled on round [Chorus]2x