Intro:
f** it n***a I got two choices rap or slang yae
I choose this rap thing n***a
But I don't knock no n***a for they hustle play it how it go n***a
[Verse 1]
n***a 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 n***a I ain't even tryin
You dying beefin with these n***as I cruise with
Yo head get knocked loose quick
It's all on you b**h, choose b**h
My life or your life you know only God know who b**h
Six shot pa** me a six shot
And I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot Glock
B.G. a raising star, pa** me the gar
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this sh** far
Leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
Mask's and flames and fires all he saw
Like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid n***a
Can't eat or sleep
Can't f** 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 virgin tight he beefin we creeping
Swerving yo Bend every night no rest and no sleeping
We hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
b**h n***a's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
We bout that paper lil daddy
We bout that drama lil mama
That's my n***a till after the next life living like Big Tymers
Chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
Before attemptin to check n***a thank you should of thank
We tossin these b**hes, but ain't flossin our riches
Buy some t-shirt with pictures
For my n***as and b**hes still wishing they was here
But they gone not forgotten
But in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me n***a
Bout getting my figga's bigger n***a
And to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger n***a
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter n***a
Oh oh a thugged out wig splitter n***a
Trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n***a
Rolexed up, diamonds all over me n***a
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 n***a
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke n***a
f** being broke all the way out, got you on scope n***a
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's nathin' better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't faking it's in my heart
I ain't bullsh**ing, can't no n***a
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f** I be
Full of the weed loose my high real deep chill on the block
With a Glock Glock co*ked quit sellin coke
f** gettin caught, buy the cops but f** 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
b**h n***a you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do as I proceed
Chorus(x2)