[B.G.]
Damnit s harda baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hitit s time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve onthem hoes look at me bad
My day bout to comeso I ma bust out on they dog ass
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10I had two nines cause I pop
I made 20 dollarsbest 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 slabsI went and scored a fuckin 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tallsort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L.it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knotthem dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin to fuckin break methem hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself upnow them hoes cannot take me
87Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don t tell my bid-ness cause a nigga would try to do me
This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I m on a come-up bitchtryin to get on my feet
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I m tryin to get on my feetI m a real baby gangsta
Bitchyou stop my come-upthen I m gonna have to gank ya
[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some fuckin clientele and it s worth three quarters
My mom fount onebut I was still on the road
I slipped in the gamethey always said the game was cold
I was slangin them fuckin rocksI made three G s at the most
Then I got caught slippinhe did it easyone of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight
But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon be alright
Manit s like thisthe set is kinda pain
I m like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mailsteady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know I m straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
I m playin it on the coolgotta put away my tech
I m chillin at housebitch got my number when they fiendin
They call me all nightthem motherfuckers be tweekin
Yes I m on the block bitchI sold a quarter-bird
Now have you fuckin heardI ma get it on my fuckin serve
A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I m on a come-up bitchtryin to get on my feet
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[B.G.]
Like PacI m in so much pain
I m brokeI m slangin in the rain
14strugglinpocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The nigga from that V.L.Baby Gangstayesyou know I m real
Down for the jack movenigga like me is savage
Don t let me catch you slippinI ll kill you wizI gots to have it
When I bust my 17you know I m gonna get ya
Split ya when ya hollerI know I hit ya
YesI know I m fastso I hit a nigga stash
When I hit this nigga stashturn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tallhave a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my owngots to get my hustle on
So I m on the block wit crackyou know I strap my fuckin gat
False move will get you kiltrat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gatnigga don t move
I ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I ma real niggatrill niggaalways pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I ma plug cause I m a thug nigga
Youngster from the ghetto manI aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nutstryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood blackI gots to creep
Cause I m a nigga tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]4x

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