Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wheel Chairs , by - B.G.. Song from the album Chopper City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Wheel Chairs |
| Keep my nina for self protection |
| Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin |
| I’m bout money and that’s all we wanna see |
| And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. |
| Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep |
| 4 deep in the black on black Caprice |
| Slangin is my thang man, I’m out for paper |
| Tryin to catch a fuckin 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, fuck 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 niggas ride, and we kill |
| Causin homicides, that’s the deal |
| I’m bringin what a nigga feel |
| Caps get peeled |
| Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is |
| T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers |
| 9 millimeters, glock, pump |
| Ride guns, all that start funk |
| Look out you bitch, you |
| Watch out for 2 twos |
| 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 Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars |
| With shit 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, nigga you aint |
| Gon’get out alive without spendin five on somethin |
| If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin |
| Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin |
| Cause I done killed mo’niggas than cancer |
| Lil B.G. |
| won’t ya take this timeout to answer |
| Nigga, A Are you faster than a gun? |
| Nigga, B Will I shoot ya if ya run? |
| Nigga, C I ain’t showin no love |
| Nigga, D All tha motherfuckin above |
| Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect |
| Now they wonder what the fuck 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 |
| Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away |
| But they can’t get away from this K, nigga 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 niggas off Valence street |
| Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil’P. |
| All them niggas down wit me |
| L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley |
| Popeye and my nigga Larry |
| So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees |
| Pussy niggas 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 motherfucker keep the coroner to work |
| Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt |
| I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin |
| Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin |
| They doin, but Uptown doin that |
| Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back |
| Pussy, got rolled on round |
| I mean rolled on round |