B.G. - Get On My Feet lyrics

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[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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