b g - he used 2 be a man lyrics
oh, you gonna be trippin? ’bout this busta -ss, n-gg-
when he was on the streets, he used to jack n-gg-s
ran around the project toting the mac n-gg-
he had n-gg-s tip had ’em breaking him off
he had n-gg-s clearing the block when it got dark
now everybody thought that this n-gg- was real
but anybody holding a gun can kill
if n-gg-s was on the block, they ran when he came
he used to walk on the set and rob the dice game
this n-gg- was a dog out here in that world
now he got to the pen and turned the girl
he walking like a b-tch this n-gg- here twistin?
the b-tch even sittin? down now when he p-ssin?
he hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin?
he family f-cked up they don? t even go visit
now that? s the difference between jail and the streets
with a gun you a killa, without it you? re a thrilla
when you was on the streets, you was a solja
and then you got f-cked, when you went to angola
you hit the f-cking wall with all that mouthin’ off
and then you showed fear, when you got round them big dogs
when you was on the streets, you was a solja
and got turned out, when you went to angola
you hit the f-cking wall with all that mouthin’ off
and showed your true colors, when you got round them big dogs
this n-gg- used to catch ballas slippin’ and jack ’em
this n-gg- used to catch bad b-tches and mack ’em
he used to serve n-gg-s work out of town and tax ’em
he used to take his walk up on n-gg-s and wack ’em
this n-gg- here name used to carry weight
n-gg- p-ssed with they head down couldn’t look in his face
this n-gg- used to act a fool with a 44
now he in the pen getting shot in his go go
i had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe
now it came out he done got that lifetime joe
d-mn that’s somethin’ n-gg-s is a trip
they don’t open they lip if they ain’t got a full clip
sh-t never changed doing the same thang
on the streets ya ’bout it, in that place you’re a jing-a-ling
with a gat you a man nowadays your with out it
you needed to be ’bout it ’cause you soft than soap powder
when you was on the streets, you was a solja
and then you got f-cked, when you went to angola
you hit the f-cking wall with all that mouthin’ off
and then you showed fear, when you got round them big dogs
when you walking up the street with that heat, ya creepin’
when you walking down the walk that pink, ya sweppin’
when ya standin’ over a n-gg- with that k you a dog
when you getting’ that d-ck from the back you’re a broad
you was a man puttin’ n-gg-s under white sheets
now that g-string up your -ss, you the beauty of the week
n-gg- told ya that out that here doing that crime
take it like a man, you get popped, then you get that time
you sayin’ that you cool and you can handle it
before you got upstate, you barely ate in the parish
you ain’t got a gun now, ain’t even got a knife
you had two charges, whodi f-ck a fight
you can’t take a -ss whooping, ya weaker than weak
now ya getting your -ss rubbed down with grease
you’re a clown, n-body feels sorry on the block
ya got get it how ya live in that cell block
when you was on the streets, you was a solja
and then you got f-cked, when you went to angola
you hit the f-cking wall with all that mouthin’ off
and then you showed fear, when you got round them big dogs
when you was on the streets, you was a solja
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