[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!)