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Intro:
*** it *** I got two choices rap or slang
Yeah I choose this rap thing ***
but I don't knock no *** for they hustle play it how it go ***
(Verse 1)
*** I cause grief and trouble, funerals
trying to come up on six numerals
riding high in fly with a game with no rules
got a K cooked blues fore these fools
slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound
her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
don't wine cause play it *** I ain't even tryin
you dying beefin with these *** I cruise with
yo head get knocked loose quick
it's all on you ***, choose ***
my life or your life you know only God know who ***
six shot pass me a six shot
and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock
B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this *** far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
mask and flames five year's on each ???
like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid
can't eat or sleep
can't *** u sneaking, can't have you ducking
got to watch yo back on the grind
cause you know the B.G. coming
Chorus: repeat 2X
I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling
(Verse 2)
Me and Baby *** thigh he beef when we creeping
swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
*** ***'s lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
ask my ***'s till after the next life living like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
before attemptin to check *** thank you should of thank
we tossin these ***, but ain't flossin our riches
buy some t-*** with pictures
for my *** and *** still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me ***
bout getting my figga's bigger ***
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger ***
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter ***
oh oh a thuged out wig splitter ***
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter ***
Rolexes up diamonds all over me ***
I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter what ***
Chorus
(Verse 3)
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke ***
*** being broke all the way out got you on scope ***
but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million
so I do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat
I ain't goin to stop that late better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't facing in my heart
I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the *** I be
from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
*** gettin cough, buy the cops but *** that
Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
All 17 come up out the glock
Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
*** *** you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do and that's how I proceed