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Artist :B.G.
Album :B.G."Z True Story
Title :

Get On My Feet

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
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

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

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


Like PacI'm in so much pain
I'm brokeI'm slangin in the rain
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


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