B.G. - He Used To Be My Man lyrics

Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta a** n***a [Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack n***as Ran around the project toting the mac n***a He had n***as tip had em breaking him off He had n***as clearing the block when it got dark Now everybody thought that this n***a was real But anybody holding a gun can k** If n***as was on the block they ran when he came He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game This n***a was a dog out here in that world Now he got to the pen and turned the girl He walking like a b**h this n***a here twistin' The b**h even sittin' down now when he pissin' He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin' He family f**ed up they don't even go visit Now that's the difference between jail and the streets With a gun you a k**a Without it you're a thrilla [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then you got f**ed when you went to Angola You hit the f**ing wall with all that mouthin' off And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs When you was on the streets you was a solja And got turned out when you went to Angola You hit the f**ing wall with all that mouthin' off And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs [Verse 2] This n***a used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em This n***a used to catch bad b**hes and mack em He used to serve n***as work out of town and tax em He used to take his walk up on n***as and wack em This n***a here name used to carry weight n***a pa**ed with they head down couldn't look in his face This n***a used to act a fool with a 4 4 Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe Damn that's somethin' n***as is a trip They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip sh** never changed doing the same thang On the streets ya bout it In that place you're a jing-a-ling With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it You needed to be bout it Cause you soft than soap powder [Chorus] [Verse 3] When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin' When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin' When ya standin' over a n***a with that k you a dog When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad you was a man puttin' n***as under white sheets now that g-string up your a** you the beauty of the week n***a told ya that out that here doing that crime take it like a man you get popped then you get that time you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife You had two charges whodi f** a fight You can't take a a** whooping ya weaker than weak Now ya getting your a** rubbed down with grease You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block [Chorus] When you was on the streets you was a solja And then..