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B.G. lyrics : "Doing Bad"

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


[Verse 1]
Hard times got a ^!$$% in all black

I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at
I need a hit ^!$$%
I can't quit ^!$$%

Get in my way and your %#@! get split ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%
Rough like a rug ^!$$% ain't scared to plug ^!$$%
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 ^!$$% don't give a $#&@
I hope you got your vest on
If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on

^!$$% now you get your rest on
Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone
Mother$#&@er


[Chorus]
What the $#&@ is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad

Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?
What the $#&@ is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?

What the $#&@ is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?
What the $#&@ 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 %#@!
@@#! glock with this rock after rock %#@!
Could it be me servin' for twenty,

2-5, 11-5, or the mutha$#&@in' 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 mutha$#&@in' 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 ^!$$% they got a contract
I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black
Mutha$#&@er


[Chorus]
What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?

Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?

What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the $#&@ 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 $#&@ I'm at
On my $$# tryin' to make a power move

Servin ^!$$%z 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 %#@! 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 mutha$#&@in' nose close

Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes
It's all about the $#&@in' 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 $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?

Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
What the $#&@ is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?

[Talking]
What the $#&@ is it

I don't know
^!$$%
Don't let that stop you from handling your issues

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