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b g - get on my feet lyrics

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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-gg- gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall

meet me at v.l., it was a real mad 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 bidness ’cause a n-gg- 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

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

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

the bidness 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-gg- come [unverified] everything’s 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-gg- mackin ‘
and you know i’m straight up packin’ for n-gg-s 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

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

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

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 n-gg- from that v.l., baby gangsta, yes, you know i’m real
down for the jack move, n-gg- 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 n-gg- stash
when i hit this n-gg- 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-gg- don’t move
i’ma take wit ya to the head, make sure yo b-tch -ss dead
then from the scene a n-gg- fled

i’ma real n-gg-, trill n-gg-, always pack a steel trigga
if you ever play me i’ma plug ’cause i’m a thug n-gg-
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 n-gg- tryin to get on my feet

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

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

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

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

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