Silent B.G. lyrics

by

Birdman


Intro:
f*ck it n*gga I got two choices rap or slang yae
I choose this rap thing n*gga
But I don't knock no n*gga for they hustle play it how it go n*gga

[Verse 1]
n*gga 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*gga I ain't even tryin
You dying beefin with these n*ggas I cruise with
Yo head get knocked loose quick
It's all on you b*tch, choose b*tch
My life or your life you know only God know who b*tch
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 sh*t 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*gga
Can't eat or sleep
Can't f*ck 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
b*tch n*gga'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*gga till after the next life living like Big Tymers
Chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
Before attemptin to check n*gga thank you should of thank
We tossin these b*tches, but ain't flossin our riches
Buy some t-shirt with pictures
For my n*ggas and b*tches still wishing they was here
But they gone not forgotten
But in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me n*gga
Bout getting my figga's bigger n*gga
And to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger n*gga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter n*gga
Oh oh a thugged out wig splitter n*gga
Trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n*gga
Rolexed up, diamonds all over me n*gga
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*gga
Chorus

[Verse 3]
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke n*gga
f*ck being broke all the way out, got you on scope n*gga
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 bullsh*ting, can't no n*gga
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f*ck I be
Full of the weed loose my high real deep chill on the block
With a Glock Glock c*cked quit sellin coke
f*ck gettin caught, buy the cops but f*ck 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
b*tch n*gga you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do as I proceed
Chorus(x2)
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