Doing Bad lyrics

B.G. [talking]
Wassup
Ahh.... Wassup

Verse 1
Hard times got a n*gga in all black
I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at
I need a hit n*gga
I can't quit n*gga
Get in my way and your sh*t get split n*gga
Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers
Got to be realah around all these guerrilas
But it's cool I'm a young thug n*gga
Rough like a rug n*gga ain't scared to plug n*gga
I was turned out at an early age
On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge
Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage
On that dust ready bust
Plus blunts got a n*gga don't give a f*ck
I hope you got your vest on
If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on
n*gga now you get your rest on
Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone
Motherf*cker

(Chorus)
What the f*ck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?
What the f*ck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?
What the f*ck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?
What the f*ck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 2
All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil
(million)
And I'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale
I'm gettin' tired of this all day block sh*t
c*ck Glock with this rock after rock sh*t
Could it be me servin' for twenty
2-5, 11-5, or the muthaf*ckin' even 5
And I'm servin' 4 and a half to 28
And I might front it if you come straight it and not late
Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthaf*ckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because I ain't fake
But now all I got is the nikel piece now
Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now
I'm on a hunt for some A-K funk
Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk
Over this n*gga they got a contract
I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black
Muthaf*cker

(Chorus)
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 3
My pockets empty and I'm loaded that just don't match
Two and two together that's why where the f*ck I'm at
On my ass tryin' to make a power move
Servin n*ggas two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool
I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that sh*t ain't shive
How am I stay high stay shive and get mine
I can't do it so I gotta try to kick the habit
Or that million I want I might not never have it
So I got to try to keep my muthaf*ckin' nose close
Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes
It's all about the f*ckin' feddy, the mil
The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale
I can not fail to hit the top of the charts
Young with heart I survive off street smarts
Play with me clips slide in the K
Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day
I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump
I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
Busted heads clips thrown my way
Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play
I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get down
Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown

(Chorus)
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
What the f*ck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?
Talking
What the f*ck is it
I don't know
n*gga
Don't let that stop you from handling your issues