B.G. - Silent B.G. lyrics

Intro: f** it n***a I got two choices rap or slang Yeah 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 guard 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 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 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 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 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 ask my n***a's 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-sh** 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 thuged out wig splitter n***a trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n***a Rolexes 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 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 bullsh**ing can't no n** I think with a pen and pad Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f** I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock glock co*ked quit sellin coke f** gettin cough, 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 and that's how I proceed