Mannie Fresh - 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 ain't 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