He Used 2 Be a Man lyrics

by

Big Tymers


Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass n*gga

[Verse 1]
When he was on the streets he used to jack n*ggas
Ran around the project toting the mac n*gga
He had n*ggas tip had em breaking him off
He had n*ggas clearing the block when it got dark
Now everybody thought that this n*gga was real
But anybody holding a gun can kill
If n*ggas was on the block they ran when he came
He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game
This n*gga was a dog out here in that world
Now he got to the pen and turned the girl
He walking like a b*tch this n*gga here twistin'
The b*tch even sittin' down now when he p*ssin'
He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin'
He family f*cked up they don't even go visit
Now that's the difference between jail and the streets
With a gun you a killa
Without it you're a thrilla

[Hook]
When you was on the streets you was a solja
And then you got f*cked when you went to Angola
You hit the f*cking wall with all that mouthin' off
And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs
When you was on the streets you was a solja
And got turned out when you went to Angola
You hit the f*cking wall with all that mouthin' off
And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs

[Verse 2]
This n*gga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em
This n*gga used to catch bad b*tches and mack em
He used to serve n*ggas work out of town and tax em
He used to take hits walk up on n*ggas and wack em
This n*gga here name used to carry weight
n*gga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face
This n*gga used to act a fool with a .44
Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go
I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe
Now it came out he done got that lifetime Joe
Damn that's somethin' n*ggas is a trip
They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip
sh*t never changed doing the same thang
On the streets ya bout it
In that place you're a jing-a-ling
With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it
You needed to be bout it
Cause you soft than soap powder

[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin'
When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin'
When ya standin' over a n*gga with that k you a dog
When you getting' that di*k from the back you're a broad
You was a man puttin' n*ggas under white sheets
Now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week
n*gga told ya that out that here doing that crime
Take it like a man you get popped then you get that time
You sayin' that you cool and you can handle it
Before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish
You ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife
You had two charges whodi f*ck a fight
You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak
Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease
You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block
Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block

[Hook]

(B.G. talking [Outro])
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