B.G. - Doing Bad lyrics

B.g. [talking] Wa**up Ahh.... wa**up Verse 1 Hard times got a n***a in all black I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at I need a hit n***a I can't quit n***a Get in my way and your sh** get split n***a Uptown is a cage for monkeys and k**ers Got to be realah around all these guerrilas But it's cool i'm a young thug n***a Rough like a rug n***a ain't scared to plug n***a I was turned out at an early age On v.l. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage On that dust ready bust Plus blunts got a n***a don't give a f** I hope you got your vest on If you don't when the k blast you won't have your chest on n***a now you get your rest on Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone Motherf**er (chorus) What the f** is it uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the silver packs is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the twenty sacks ? is it the silver packs? What the f** is it uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the dime bags? is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it uptown keepin' me doing bad Is the silver packs? is it the twenty sacks? Verse 2 All i wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil (million) And i'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale I'm gettin' tired of this all day block sh** co*k glock with this rock after rock sh** Could it be me servin' for twenty, 2-5, 11-5, or the muthaf**in' even 5 And i'm servin' 4 and a half to 28 And i might front it if you come straight it and not late Try to play me i'm gonna bust your muthaf**in' grape I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because i ain't fake But now all i got is the nikel piece now Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now I'm on a hunt for some a-k funk Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk Over this n***a they got a contract I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black Muthaf**er (chorus) What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks? Verse 3 My pockets empty and i'm loaded that just don't match Two and two together that's why where the f** i'm at On my a** tryin' to make a power move Servin n***az two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that sh** ain't shive How am i stay high stay shive and get mine I can't do it so i gotta try to kick the habit Or that million i want i might not never have it So i got to try to keep my muthaf**in' nose close Or i'm gonna end up drove with no hoes It's all about the f**in' feddy, the mil The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale I can not fail to hit the top of the charts Young with heart i survive off street smarts Play with me clips slide in the k Play whit me i'll spin your bin every day I refuse to lose i paid dues to jump I'm on a come up i i got the twelth gauge on pump Busted heads clips thrown my way Bustin' heads to let you know i don' t play I'm out to have things i spit rhymes to get down Hands clap when i get down doing bad uptown (chorus) What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks? What the f** is it keepin' me uptown doing bad? Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags? Talking What the f** is it I don't know n***a Don't let that stop you from handling your issues