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

[Verse 1]
N***a 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 n***as I cruise with
Yo head get knocked loose quick
It's all on you bitch, choose bitch
My life or your life you know only God know who bitch
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 gar
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far
Leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
Mask's and flames and fires all he saw
Like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid n***a
Can't eat or sleep
Can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
Got to watch yo back on the grind
Cause you know the B.G. coming
Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling

[Verse 2]
Me and Baby virgin tight he beefin we creeping
Swerving yo Bend every night no rest and no sleeping
We hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
Bitch n***a's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
We bout that paper lil daddy
We bout that drama lil mama
That's my n***a 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-shirt with pictures
For my n***as 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 thugged out wig splitter n***a
Trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n***a
Rolexed 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
Chorus

[Verse 3]
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's nathin' better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't faking it's in my heart
I ain't bullshiting, can't no n***a
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
Full of the weed loose my high real deep chill on the block
With a Glock Glock cocked quit sellin coke
Fuck gettin caught, buy the cops but fuck 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 as I proceed
Chorus(x2)