Lyrics:
(John Forte)
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinda
every step tango'd
your beat dont
So by any means
I got to do what is necessary
If I want to become Legendary
In this game my name is the B.G.
Playin with the boys then O-you-T
Nigga
till I'm drunk
Drip drag on these bitches till my dick gets suckin'
With the game I spit I'm rulin', my brotha
Game so damn tight, I have'em doin'
Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo
I'm tired of hustlin
y'all motherfuckers think this is all a game
This shit ain't easy, this is all
of yourself where you live
One time say
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I was still in my cacoon, you know a brotha shy
She say she moving up to Utah
Lil MAma
There is somethin that I gotta tell ya
cause I know that a brotha got needs tonight
now I aint trippin on ya velvet cuz that's just tight
my town you can call me a fan
The way I breeze by chokin' on something you not
Tryna make it to the spot without seeing a cop
Break a coppa off smooth
bitch you falling like a handfull of confetti
It don’t matter if you’re ready, Imma fight till I get sweaty
I don’t wanna see another brotha tryna come
em up
I'm telling you these niggas Betty crocker soft Crack a egg and I mix em up
I came in the game to Switch it up
They been sleeping on me time
another day
Tomorrow's another day
Bitter sweet game, poetry and pain
Tomorrow's another day
Tomorrow's another day
Told me you never had a down brotha
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin' with them hospitals
Get with brothas
could shield my reign
You ain't got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change
Nigga's
fucker reality show ho
Living in Big Brotha while Gutta in Soco loco
With cocoa by Woolco Accapulco
Gold till popo
Home from bing the favors were countless
LNG LIV My brothas
RNV, 4L Lvl
Up my stick, if you slip, then you gon' hope you pray
No leg shot, head shot where you sleep and you lay
She be
cant save me
Shawty come my way
Shawty play no games
Make a brotha go insane
She do what she want
She dont answer to nobody
Pull up with the sauce
Told
to ride around with my stick
I ain't never feared no man I'll beef by some other but not by no bitch
Don't come around here with that playin that's a easy
took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my
riding by
Hanging out the side
Get it right
You know I get hype
Yeah
Don't be surprised
When you see me getting mine
You can't stop my shine
Can't stop my
the shots when I ball
Felt like nothing could stop me
Yea in love had I fall
Practicing everyday on the courts Like it was game day
Over and in the net
Basket
Choppaz ina closet by my granny nem
Left blood on these streets that i been standing in
Pressure come im gone handle it
Niggas turning rats they
right is right
And wrong is wrong
So pack your bags
Brother, you on your own
(Step on step on step on)
Get to steppin' brotha'
You're on your own
(Step
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
a friend to me
But right is right
And wrong is wrong
So pack your bags
Brother, you on your own
(Step on step on step on)
Get to steppin' brotha
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