Fuck it n***a I got two choices rap or slang

Yeah I choose this rap thing n***a

But I don't knock no n***a for they hustle play it how it go n***a

Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals

Trying to come up on six numerals

Riding high in fly with a game with no rules

Got a K cooked blues fore these fools

Slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound

Her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds

Traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind

Don't wine cause play it n***a I ain't even tryin

You dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with

Yo head get knocked loose quick

It's all on you b***h, choose b***h

My life or your life you know only God know who b***h

Six shot pass me a six shot

And I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock

B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard

I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this s**t far

Leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car

Mask and flames five year's on each?

Like I'm hiding out like I'm the law

I bring heat to yo street you paranoid

Can't eat or sleep

Can't f*ck u sneaking, can't have you ducking

Got to watch yo back on the grind

Cause you know the B.G. coming

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I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging

I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling

Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping

Swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping

We hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs

Bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off

We bout that paper lil daddy

We bout that drama lil mama

Ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers

Chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank

Before attemptin to check n***a thank you should of thank

We tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches

Buy some t-shit with pictures

For my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here

But they gone not forgotten

But in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me n***a

Bout getting my figga's bigger n***a

And to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger n***a

I'm a 9-1-1 hitter n***a

Oh oh a thuged out wig splitter n***a

Trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n***a

Rolexes up diamonds all over me n***a

I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead

True to my blood no comin between us no matter what n***a

Coke dealer, dope dealer

Juvenile ain't no joke n***a

Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope n***a

But I cooled off cause now I'm chillin

Cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million

So I do my thang represent and keep it street

You ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat

I ain't goin to stop that late better yet

I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through

I ain't facing in my heart

I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg

I think with a pen and pad

Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f*ck I be

From the week loose my high real deep chill on the block

With a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke

Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but f*ck that

Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that

I'm drop or get dropped I bust back

Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that

I'm flip or get flopped that a must black

All 17 come up out the glock

Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop

Bitch n***a you bleed I'm bout cheese

You know what I do and that's how I proceed