Lyrics

[Hook x4] Ain't nut'in' changed on the South End Cause player haters wind up in a coffin [Verse 1] Gs and thugs, hollow points and slugs Another day another death another grave to be dug In my hood slippin while ya' dippin yep ain't a move Jackers and the crackers wild, death getcha smooth And the females are the devils from the hills Bitches want my riches to get me for my mail But it'll never happen', so hoes keep on cappin' Come to that Botany all you see is pistol packin' Quart selling mo' bailin' fuck a stack of cops Pigs on my dick see me ballin so they plot Cloverland's the plan, Botany's the target A double vested set wants the million dollar market so spark it [Hook x4] [Verse 2] Ain't nut'in changed on the South End Haters big talkin windin up in coffins 'Cause they be soft in the game of hard knocks So they run they mouth about the 'caine and the hard rocks 'Til the Five-Oh that we call po-po roll us up hold us up Cause of our logo B-O-T-A-N-Y stayin' high til I die Don't try to set me up 'Cause you can't catch me up In the cross I know how to floss, toss, get lost in the wind With my friends, rollin' Benz, 600 makin' ends Till I die, so don't try to play me I'm rollin' with my niggas and I know you can't hate me [Hook x4] [Verse 3] Catch me on that Botany means you want some plex One shot from my Glock I caught him in his neck Niggas be hatin' on the motherfuckin' cool But when we find out we gon' act the fuckin' fool Kickin' doors in, take a nigga's Benz Find a few ends and split your shit with my friends Gettin' sick and tired of this motherfucking hatin' Them niggas be waitin' to get their fuckin' lives taken I'm keepin' my strap in my lap "Where they at?" Don't make me get my gat just to stop this chit-chat Player hatin' over hoes then you chose to brown-nose Now that Botany Boys show you still actin' like hoes [Hook x4] [Verse 4: B.G. Gator of Botany B.G.'s] Lockin' niggas down, it's the Cloverland Crypt Keeper Hit switches comin' down southways with the street sweeper It's do or die in my hood so N loc up Bitch you ain't no friend or no crew you gon' get smoked up Run up out the swamp but you can't escape this gator Glock pop closin' shop on motherfuckin' haters I'm comin up from crumbs to bricks, I know these tricks With my motherfuckin type of clique Cookin up N like I cook ki's I've got that freeze I break them down to O-Z's So be on the lookout when you see them Big Shots flossin' Stackin that green, smokin' 'n' leanin', dumpin' hoes in coffins [Verse 5: Lil' 3rd of Botany B.G.'s] It's the Baby G, the motherfuckin' 3 Not no Kriss Kross or that Mister Malik I got the damn key to this fuckin' game Hit 12 birds and don't have a little shame Now I'm in the damn kitchen cooking up a ki That's how we do it as a Botany B.G No you can't see me or that motherfucking Head They ran up in my house but we still goin Fed Infrared steady beamin', diamonds steady gleamin' Wait till I pull up sideways on the scene an' Sippin' on that lean, watchin' big screen Hoes on my peen, nigga it's a Botany thing