[Intro:]
$#&@ it ^!$$% I got two choices rap or slang
Yeah I choose this rap thing ^!$$%

but I don't knock no ^!$$% for they hustle play it how it go ^!$$%

[Verse 1]

^!$$% 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 !@%!e 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 ^!$$% I ain't even tryin
you dying beefin with these ^!$$%s I cruise with

yo head get knocked loose quick
it's all on you (*##$, choose (*##$
my life or your life you know only God know who (*##$

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 guard

I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this %#@! far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
mask and flames five year's on each ???

like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid
can't eat or sleep

can't $#&@ u sneaking, can't have you ducking
got to watch yo back on the grind
cause you know the B.G. coming


[Chorus: x2]


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 thigh he beef when we creeping
swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping

we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
(*##$ ^!$$%'s lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy

we bout that drama lil mama
ask my ^!$$%'s till after the next life living like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank

before attemptin to check ^!$$% thank you should of thank
we tossin these (*##$es, but ain't flossin our riches
buy some t-%#@! with pictures

for my ^!$$%s and (*##$es still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me ^!$$%

bout getting my figga's bigger ^!$$%
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger ^!$$%
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter ^!$$%

oh oh a thuged out wig splitter ^!$$%
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter ^!$$%
Rolexes up diamonds all over me ^!$$%

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 ^!$$%


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

!@&@e dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke ^!$$%
$#&@ being broke all the way out got you on scope ^!$$%

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 late better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through

I ain't facing in my heart
I ain't bull%#@!ing can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad

Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the $#&@ I be
from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock @@#!ed quit sellin !@%!e
$#&@ gettin cough, buy the cops but $#&@ 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

(*##$ ^!$$% you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do and that's how I proceed