Black Connection!! 226 U.N.L.V. (Ft. B.G., Kilo-G & Ms. Tee)

First Verse [Kilo-G]:

Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case
No damned description nigga cuz only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time BITCH
Optimals and fried pita and shit
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split
I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
]From quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the Tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew

Second Verse [Lil' Ya]:

I wanna take a trip to Cuba and parle' in the bay
Play with the bitches in Havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas nothin' left but QB's
Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but G's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick
I done drove to Hammon and came back with some shit
Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown
Some fools lay it down, then act a clown
Call me Sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes
You want an ounce? Gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw
I even got flip a dime for them rock stars
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this
Commander of them soljas out the Melph, Lio, and Nolia
You can't stop us, fuck them choppers
We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done
Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the Mac
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack