[B.G.]
f** all that a**hole and papers on my mind
Trying to come up I need every single dime
5, 9, 6, 51, 09
Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the sh** for me
A team with a little Terrance and a little g
Alfred, Onry and Billy
Crazy phat, and my n***a Tyree
So when my n***a come home I can put him on his feet
Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me
Run it through the one and only staller
It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller
4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you
And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew
I'mma roll and show the rest of my n***as
Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger
I just busted B on his 200 g's
He called DC and order 20 more keys
I got K-C and Sam running on his brother
In pewee running in the U.P.T.
3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD
We got it all, so show us the 17
The B.G. is on top of Shacollars
Dream came true by becoming a young baller
[Chorus:]
Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me
I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T.
[B.G.]
sh**s getting fleded, I got mine
A n***as trying to take it
It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb
It's the dumbest sh**, I'mma take it bust your sh**
Now some rookies trying to show me up
Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me
I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me
Act to flack of the 3 OD
Clowns should've done what they did to me
Bust hollow tips slugs
And they nasty a**
Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash
100 g's, wit ease, n***a please
What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese
I learned from the best, had to pa** the test
Ain't nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest
f** wit me and you gonna learn
And you gonna get snuck, motherf**er what's up
Ballers walk me out all night
And kibblers dogs with silly a** falls
I'm slippin, how you figure n***a
It takes street smarts to be a young baller
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese
Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin n***as to they knees
I'm coming through your house with the glocs
Do whatcha got, I got a chopper
I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters
I'm always in the paper, me and my n***as are cappers
I'm hustler, b**h bustla, body disgusta
I'm the n***a you can't trust, I'm a f** ya
Seein n***as comin down from Cali
They say "yay" it's 4:00 friday
They come and serve some people a couple of keys
I gotta hits it, I don't know, they gotta leave
Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree
At the tele, they gonna get buried
I already got it, straight down flat
Run in and out, click clack of packs
4 n***as 4 keys, 4 tryin to play
I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways
I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping
It's open, so lets bust the town open
B.G. turns to stand taller
Picture all there is, is teenage ballers
[Chorus]
[B.G. ad libs]