4 Minutes Lyrics

[B.G.]

You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh

We drop classics nigga, uh-huh

Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes

All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling

But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga

Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga

Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga

You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga

I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters

I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em

I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now

I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots

of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever

Click clack! I got to have it, no matter

what, the, situation be

I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green

UPT 13 and CMB

is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga

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[Juvenile]

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep

Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak

Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick

Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick

Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz

Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz

They stuck in line, but right after it's all over

The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia

They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's

While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street

You representin? It better be M-A-G

Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave

A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley

Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.

It's on fire from the wars they cause

A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

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[Lil Wayne]

Yes, one-seven nigga, look

Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty

Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?

Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy

Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be

We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers

Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers

What the, hell? What is that I smell?

No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal

My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum

Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him

Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em

We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em

My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds

Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos

Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode

Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?

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[Turk]

Look.. look, look

Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex

Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck

It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat

Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat

I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat

Trust that if you play with me I dress in black

That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?)

You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you

Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you

Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you

People don't have no money they can't bury you

Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two

Bought that insurin yourself cousin

Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin

Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin

Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin

(I hope you got the message!)

Juvenile 4 Minutes