[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin

I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog $$#
I started wit a fifth and dime rock

Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best 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 slabs, I went and scored a $#&@in 8-ball

^!$$% gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick

Tryin to $#&@in break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me

They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a ^!$$% would try to do me
This $#&@in Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up (*##$, tryin to get on my feet


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I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta

(*##$, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

[B.G.]

The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some $#&@in clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road

I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them $#&@in rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes

Now Slim and L.T. still keep the %#@! tight
But when my ^!$$% come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain

I'm like the $#&@in Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a ^!$$% mackin

And you know I'm straight up packin for ^!$$%s tryin to jack me
Now the $#&@in law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech

I'm chillin at house, (*##$ got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them mother$#&@ers be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block (*##$, I sold a quarter-bird

Now have you $#&@in heard, I'ma get it on my $#&@in serve
A $#&@in Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up (*##$, tryin to get on my feet


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[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain

14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills

The ^!$$% from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, ^!$$% like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it

When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a ^!$$% stash

When I hit this ^!$$% stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on

So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my $#&@in gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, ^!$$% don't move

I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo (*##$ $$# dead
Then from the scene a ^!$$% fled

I'ma real ^!$$%, trill ^!$$%, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug ^!$$%
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin

I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a ^!$$% tryin to get on my feet

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