B.G. - Get On My Feet lyrics

[b.g.] Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad My day 'bout to come, so i'ma bust out on they dog a** I started wit a fifth and dime rock Mook had gave me 20 for 10, i had two nines 'cause i pop I made 20 dollars, best believe i went back I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack Now i got a job of pushin rocks up on the block Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded glock Half on sellin slabs, i went and scored a f**in 8-ball n***a gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall Meet me at v.l., it was a real madd clique I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick Tryin to f**in break me, them hoes used to hate me I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me 87, troy sat me down and they skooled me They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a n***a would try to do me This f**in baby gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up b**h, tryin to get on my feet [chorus]2x I'm tryin to get on my feet, i'm a real baby gangsta b**h, you stop my come-up, then i'm gonna have to gank ya [b.g.] The bid-ness flowin smooth like water I got some f**in clientele and it's worth three quarters My mom fount one, but i was still on the road I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold I was slangin them f**in rocks, i made three g's at the most Then i got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes Now slim and l.t. still keep the sh** tight But when my n***a come ??? everythings gon' be alright Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain I'm like the f**in geto boys livin in the fast lane Mail, steady stackin Them hoes a n***a mackin And you know i'm straight up packin for n***as tryin to jack me Now the f**in law is gettin hot on the set I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech I'm chillin at house, b**h got my number when they fiendin They call me all night, them motherf**ers be tweekin Yes i'm on the block b**h, i sold a quarter-bird Now have you f**in heard, i'ma get it on my f**in serve A f**in baby gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up b**h, tryin to get on my feet [chorus]2x [b.g.] Like pac, i'm in so much pain I'm broke, i'm slangin in the rain 14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-c**aine Tryin to come up off a bill You know i got them hustlin sk**s The n***a from that v.l., baby gangsta, yes, you know i'm real Down for the jack move, n***a like me is savage Don't let me catch you slippin, i'll k** you wiz, i gots to have it When i bust my 17, you know i'm gonna get ya Split ya when ya holler, i know i hit ya Yes, i know i'm fast, so i hit a n***a stash When i hit this n***a stash, turn his stash into cash I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own When i have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on So i'm on the block wit crack, you know i strap my f**in gat False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat So get back wit the gat, n***a don't move I'ma take wit ya to the head Make sure yo b**h a** dead Then from the scene a n***a fled I'ma real n***a, trill n***a, always pack a steel trigga If you ever play me i'ma plug 'cause i'm a thug n***a Youngster from the ghetto man, i aint got nothin I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin So if you slippin on my hood black, i gots to creep 'cause i'm a n***a tryin to get on my feet [chorus]4x