Bg Get On My Feet Lyrics

Get On My Feet Lyrics

[B.G.]
Damn, 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 ass
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**kin 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin to f**kin 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 bid-ness `cause a nigga would try to do me
This f**kin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I`m on a come-up bit*h, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
I`m tryin to get on my feet, I`m a real baby gangsta
Bit*h, you stop my come-up, then I`m gonna have to gank ya
[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some f**kin 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**kin 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 nigga come ??? everythings gon` be alright
Man, it`s like this, the set is kinda pain
I`m like the f**kin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know I`m straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the f**kin law is gettin hot on the set
I`m playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I`m chillin at house, bit*h got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them motherf**kers be tweekin
Yes I`m on the block bit*h, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you f**kin heard, I`ma get it on my f**kin serve
A f**kin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I`m on a come-up bit*h, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
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 nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I`m real
Down for the jack move, nigga 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 nigga stash
When I hit this nigga 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**kin gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don`t move
I`ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bit*h as* dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I`ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I`ma plug `cause I`m a thug nigga
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 nigga tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]4x