Bg 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 ass
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 fuckin 8-ball
Nigga 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 fuckin 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 nigga would try to do me
This fuckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
I`m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

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I`m tryin to get on my feet, i`m a real baby gangsta
Bitch, 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 shit tight
But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon` be alright
Man, it`s like this, the set is kinda pain
I`m like the fuckin geto boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know i`m straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
I`m playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I`m chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin
Yes i`m on the block bitch, i sold a quarter-bird
Now have you fuckin heard, i`ma get it on my fuckin serve
A fuckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
I`m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

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[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-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know i got them hustlin skills
The nigga from that v.l., baby gangsta, yes, you know i`m real
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage
Don`t let me catch you slippin, i`ll kill 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 nigga stash
When i hit this nigga 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 fuckin gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don`t move
I`ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I`ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me i`ma plug `cause i`m a thug nigga
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 nigga tryin to get on my feet

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