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b.g. (baby gangsta) - order 20 keys lyrics

[b.g.]
f-ck all that -ssholin papers on my mind
trying to come up i need every single dime
5, 9, 6, 51, 09
look out for me, give me something properly, 100g
drop it on ivana street to protect it
i’m up by 2:23 and some ozzies
i got a gang of b.g. to work the sh-t for me
a team with a little terrance and a little g
alfred, onry and billy
crazy phat, and my n-gga tyree
so when my n-gga come home i can put him on his feet
cuz i’m straight till the one put the drop on me
run it through the one and only staller
it’s a young g, nuthin else than a young baller
4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you
and an ounce for you, i got coc for the whole crew
i’mma roll and show the rest of my n-ggas
everybody i pay got the finger on the trigger
i just broke b on his 200 g’s
he called dc and order 20 more keys
i got k-c and sam running on his brother
in pewee running in the u.p.t
3 showed up, and the roofed came down on bfd
we got it all, so show love to the 17
the b.g. is on top of shacollars
dream came true by becoming a young baller

chorus:
baby order 20 keys, turn 10 over to me
the b.g., and i’ma put em in the u.p.t

[b.g.]
sh-ts getting fleded, i got mine
a n-ggas trying to take it
they must ain’t heard, i’m spilling blood on the curb
it’s the dumbest sh-t, i’mma take it bust your sh-t
now some rookies call they self reversing it?
now ain’t that a b-tch, now i gotta bring out the real in me
i’m a jack so i gotta bring out the k!ll in me
go back to the flack, got to creep 4 deep
do them clowns what they shoulda did to me
bust hollow tips slugs
in they nasty -ss
digging dirt behind my work for my stash and cash
takw 100 g’s, wit ease? n-gga 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 but a left hole in the left side of my chest
f-ck wit me and you gonna learn, that chopper bullets burn
cross my line you gonna get snuck, motherf-cker get plucked
ballers walk me out all night
in the dark, round stonyette park
catch me slippin? how you figure n-gga, ima stand taller
it takes street smarts to be a young baller

chorus

[b.g.]
gotta be bout my grip, gotta be bout my cheese
gotta bout be my yee, bustin n-ggas to they knees
i’m coming through your house with the glocs
imagine 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 n-ggas planning capers
i’m hustler, b-tch bustla, body disgusta
i’m the n-gga you can’t trust, i’m a f-ck ya
i heard some n-ggas comin down from cali
with a truck full of yay 4:00 friday
they come and serve some body a couple of keys
i gotta had that, i don’t know em’, they gotta leave
tricks up the sleeve, meet me in the medigree
at the tele, they gonna get buried
i already got it, straight down flat
run in run out, cl!ck clack of packs
4 n-ggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play
i gotta correct it, split it 4 ways
i got mind into have things, thats all i’ve been hoping
we hit for c0ke, so lets bust the uptown open
the b.g. determined to stand taller
picture that, nothing but teenage ballers

chorus

[b.g. ad libs]

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

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