[B.G.]
Fuck all that assholin papers on my mind
Trying to come up I need every single dime
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Look out for me, give me somethin to prop the 100g
Drop it off on Valence street to protect it
I'm backed up by .223s and uzis
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance and a little g
Alfred, Onry and Billy
Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree
So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet
Cuz I'm straight wit B, drop the load on me
Run it through the one three standin taller
Pushin LG, know as a young baller
4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you
A ounce for you, I got coke for the whole crew
I'mma roll and so are the rest of my niggas
Everybody paid got they finger on the trigger
I dun broke B of his 100gs
He dun called DC and ordered 20 more keys
I got K-C and fam runnin em on the gram
Brother and pewee got em all through the U.P.T
3 showed up by big Rufus wit the d
We got it all, so show love to the 17
The B.G. is on top, a shot caller
Dream came true by becoming a young baller
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Baby order 20 keys, turn 10 over to me
The B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T
[B.G.]
Shits getting flaky, I got mine
A niggas trying to take it
They must ain't heard, I'm spilling blood on the curb
Bout to dump my shit in tape imma snatch it n shit
Now some rookies caught they self reversing it?
Now Ain't that a bitch
I gotta bring out the real in me
They tryna jack
So I gotta bring out the kill in me
Go packed with the flack, got to creep 4 deep
Do them clowns what they shoulda did to me
Bust hollow tips slugs
In they nasty ass
Digging dirt behind my work for my stash and cash
Take 100 g's, wit ease? nigga please
I do for my yeast, and what I'ma do for my cheese
I learned from the best, had the hardest test
Ain't nuttin hoe, thats in the left side of my chest
Fuck wit me and you gonna learn, that chopper bullets burn
Cross my line you gonna get snuck, motherfucker get plucked
Ballers walk me out all night
In the dark, round Soniat park
Catch me slippin? how you figure nigga, Ima stand taller
It takes street smarts to be a young baller
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[B.G.]
Gotta be bout my grip, gotta be bout my cheese
Gotta bout be my yee, buster niggas on they knees
I'm coming through your house with the Glocks
Demanding whatchu got, you ain't got it, you get chopped
I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters
I'm all about my paper, me and my niggas planning capers
I'm a hustler, a body busta, a bitch disgusta
I'm the nigga you can't trust, so mutha fuck ya
I heard some niggas comin down from Cali
With a truck full of yay
Four o'clock Friday
They come and serve some body a couple of keys
I gotsta have that, I don't know em', so they gotta leave
Tricks up the sleeve, meet me in the Metairie
At the tele, they gon get buried
I already got it, straight down flat
Run in run out, split all through they packs
4 niggas 4 keys, 4 Chinese aks
Got the coke, bring it in that Bentley, and split it 4 ways
I got mine and to have things is all I've been hoping
We hit for coke, so lets bust the uptown open
The B.G. determined to stand taller
Picture that, nothing but teenage ballers
Chorus