Intro:
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Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang
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Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga
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but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga
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[Verse 1]
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Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals
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trying to come up on six numerals
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riding high in fly with a game with no rules
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got a K cooked blues fore these fools
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slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound
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her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
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traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
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don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin
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you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with
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yo head get knocked loose quick
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it's all on you bitch, choose bitch
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my life or your life you know only God know who bitch
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six shot pass me a six shot
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and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock
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B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard
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I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far
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leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
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mask and flames five year's on each ???
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like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
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I bring heat to yo street you paranoid
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can't eat or sleep
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can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
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got to watch yo back on the grind
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cause you know the B.G. coming
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
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I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling
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[Verse 2]
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Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping
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swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping
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we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
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bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
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we bout that paper lil daddy
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we bout that drama lil mama
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ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers
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chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
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before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank
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we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches
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buy some t-shit with pictures
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for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here
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but they gone not forgotten
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but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga
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bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
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and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
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I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
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oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga
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trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga
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Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga
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I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead
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true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga
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Chorus
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[Verse 3]
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Coke dealer, dope dealer
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Juvenile ain't no joke nigga
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Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga
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but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
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cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million
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so I do my thang represent and keep it street
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you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat
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I ain't goin to stop that late better yet
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I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
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I ain't facing in my heart
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I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
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I think with a pen and pad
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Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
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from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
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with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
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Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that
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Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
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I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
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Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
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I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
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All 17 come up out the glock
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Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
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Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese
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You know what I do and that's how I proceed
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Silent B.G.
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B.G. |