B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Order 20 Keys lyrics

[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]