Mannie Fresh - Silent B.G. lyrics

Intro: f** it n***a I got two choices rap or slang yae I choose this rap thing n***a But I don't knock no n***a for they hustle play it how it go n***a [Verse 1] n***a I cause grief and trouble, funerals Trying to come up on six numerals Riding high in fly with a game with no rules Got a K cooked blues fore these fools Slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound Her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds Traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind Don't wine cause play it n***a I ain't even tryin You dying beefin with these n***as I cruise with Yo head get knocked loose quick It's all on you b**h, choose b**h My life or your life you know only God know who b**h Six shot pa** me a six shot And I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot Glock B.G. a raising star, pa** me the gar I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this sh** far Leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car Mask's and flames and fires all he saw Like I'm hiding out like I'm the law I bring heat to yo street you paranoid n***a Can't eat or sleep Can't f** u sneaking, can't have you ducking Got to watch yo back on the grind Cause you know the B.G. coming Chorus: repeat 2X I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling [Verse 2] Me and Baby virgin tight he beefin we creeping Swerving yo Bend every night no rest and no sleeping We hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs b**h n***a's lagging catch the side line and lay-off We bout that paper lil daddy We bout that drama lil mama That's my n***a till after the next life living like Big Tymers Chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank Before attemptin to check n***a thank you should of thank We tossin these b**hes, but ain't flossin our riches Buy some t-shirt with pictures For my n***as and b**hes still wishing they was here But they gone not forgotten But in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me n***a Bout getting my figga's bigger n***a And to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger n***a I'm a 9-1-1 hitter n***a Oh oh a thugged out wig splitter n***a Trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n***a Rolexed up, diamonds all over me n***a I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead True to my blood no comin between us no matter what n***a Chorus [Verse 3] Coke dealer, dope dealer Juvenile ain't no joke n***a f** being broke all the way out, got you on scope n***a But I cooled off cause now I'm chillin Cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million So I do my thang represent and keep it street You ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat I ain't goin to stop that's nathin' better yet I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through I ain't faking it's in my heart I ain't bullsh**ing, can't no n***a I think with a pen and pad Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f** I be Full of the weed loose my high real deep chill on the block With a Glock Glock co*ked quit sellin coke f** gettin caught, buy the cops but f** that Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that I'm drop or get dropped I bust back Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the Glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop b**h n***a you bleed I'm bout cheese You know what I do as I proceed Chorus(x2)