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b.g. (baby gangsta) - get on my feet lyrics

[b.g.]
d-mn, 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 -ss
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-ckin 8-ball
n-gga 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 d-ck
tryin to f-ckin 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-gga would try to do me
this f-ckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
i’m on a come-up b-tch, tryin to get on my feet

[chorus]2x
i’m tryin to get on my feet, i’m a real baby gangsta
b-tch, 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-ckin 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-ckin 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-t tight
but when my n-gga come ??? everythings gon’ be alright
man, it’s like this, the set is kinda pain
i’m like the f-ckin geto boys livin in the fast lane
mail, steady stackin
them hoes a n-gga mackin
and you know i’m straight up packin for n-ggas tryin to jack me
now the f-ckin 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-tch got my number when they fiendin
they call me all night, them motherf-ckers be tweekin
yes i’m on the block b-tch, i sold a quarter-bird
now have you f-ckin heard, i’ma get it on my f-ckin serve
a f-ckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
i’m on a come-up b-tch, 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-cocaine
tryin to come up off a bill
you know i got them hustlin sk!lls
the n-gga from that v.l., baby gangsta, yes, you know i’m real
down for the jack move, n-gga like me is savage
don’t let me catch you slippin, i’ll k!ll 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-gga stash
when i hit this n-gga 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-ckin gat
false move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
so get back wit the gat, n-gga don’t move
i’ma take wit ya to the head
make sure yo b-tch -ss dead
then from the scene a n-gga fled
i’ma real n-gga, trill n-gga, always pack a steel trigga
if you ever play me i’ma plug ’cause i’m a thug n-gga
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-gga tryin to get on my feet

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