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b.g. (baby gangsta) - same ol' s*%# lyrics

[intro: b.g.]
what’s happening (what’s happening)
you know it’s real in the field (real, really real)
you know it’s real in the hood (all the way)
it’s just real in the ghetto
from my block to your block (my block to your block)
from my set to your set (my set to your set)
it be the same ol’ sh-t
nation wide
look

[b.g.]
everyday seems like the same ol’ sh-t
eight years waking up to the same ol’ b-tch
only thing, hang with the same ol’ clique
chopper city and we bought to train till the end
slim got k!lled, you gone see him in the bricks
n-gga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch
every morning dope fiends looking for a fix
they sick, f-ck it they’ll use they dog fit
everywhere a n-gga breaking the same ol’ laws
all ending up behind the same ol’ bars
if they third time getting caught for the same charge
it’s they second time getting popped by serge
me and mah n-ggas making’ the same ol’ wish
to be like pac, and f-ck with smith b-tch
n-gga mouth always be the reason the feds hit
them soft n-ggas always be the first ones to snitch

[chorus: hakizzle & b.g. 2x]
everywhere a n-gga go
they do the same ol’ sh-t
everybody a n-gga know
they do the same ol’ sh-t
every time i’m holding mah eyes
i see the same ol’ sh-t
what’s going to happen when n-gga dies
the same ol’ sh-t

[hakizzle]
look
the same ol’ that
same ol’ this
everywhere in america, the same ol’ sh-t
brains get bust
corpse get left in a ditch
them laws role up, but n-gga don’t know sh-t
mah neck of the woods, i was taught to never snitch
i swore to the lord, i’ll never stand on a bench
you want that work
i know who got the cheap price
when them k!llas move they be under the street lights
my lil’ dog got shot
i’d been in a tight spots
situations when i ain’t know if i am die or not
so you don’t gotta ask me why i act like i act
but if you hating’ on me i’d be forced to react
i had shot glock 9’s
been through hard times
did enough sh-t in my life to make the headlines
n-ggas mah age in the under ? line dog
only way you could stop me if you press charges

[chorus: 2x]
[gar]
it’s the same ol’ sh-t
ounces for dro over six
but in the drought bought some 15 grams or 500 tech sh-t
make her stack up a zip quick
hits me with that jack sh-t
you bought going to war for yours i’m bought the same ol’ sh-t
you takes one of mine we doing’ the same ol’ sh-t
eye for eye and its ride or die and it’s as real as its gone get
the dope game and the rap game, it’s the same ol’ sh-t
you closest daughter get cut though trying’ to hit mah l1ck
jail ain’t going to stop a n-gga from doing the same ol’ sh-t
we get probation, come home and its back to the same sh-t
get a strap and i’ma bang it
get a package and slang it
when it’s gone you going to replace it
and do the same ol’ sh-t
no disrespect to the west, but we ain’t on that gang sh-t
it’ll be one n-gga, one key in broad day to come bang sh-t
it’ll be the same ol’ hit
the same n-gga that sent
when they try to get you before for k!lling his brother he ain’t forget

[sniper]
lot of n-ggas be b-tches, talking the same ol’ sh-t
how they reeling’ when they going down, brain getting split
grabbing, crying and dragging it be the same ol’ l1ck
trying to get lifted for chips, but it’ll change so quick
lot of hoes i be d-cking and kicking, it’ll be the same ol’ sh-t
they only sucking and f-cking me, but they name on the strip
saying they pregnant after i hit, but the condom getting ripped
swear to god i’m the father, get it all and get to come harder
when i was born my mother taught me bought the same ol’ sh-t
don’t let know body step on your toes, your ain’t know b-tch
hoes getting n-ggas caught up for the same ol’ sh-t
thinking what u you think is smarter and you ain’t gone slip
every n-gga that’s working, doing the same ol’ sh-t
flying with the same switch ? just in , same ol’ b-tch
respect the code till i go, i’ma do the same ol’ sh-t
smoke weed and get high till i die, and it ain’t gone quit

[chorus: 2x]
[vl mike]
my n-ggas holla, but it’s the same ol’ sh-t
vl look out for me, n-gga front me a brick
that’s why i’m still riding with the same ol’ clip
that’s why i never left with the same ol’ clique
mah n-gga get outta line, make me hang yo b-tch
the only n-gga that get ignorant and bring this sh-t
since ’95 i been rocking like this
black bandanas, and taking them hits
dog get at me still the same ol’ n-gga
my rap sheets, they just got a lil’ bigger
an nopd still har-ssing a n-gga
and them haitians still taxing a n-gga
them chopper city boyz running this year
which one of you clowns would come in this hear
every time i look around it’s the same ol’ vic
ain’t nothing change in the hood, it’s the same ol’ sh-t

[chorus: 2x]

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

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