Get On My Feet Lyrics by B.G.

Get On My Feet Lyrics

    [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 ass
    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 fuckin 8-ball
    Nigga 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 fuckin 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 nigga would try to do me
    This fuckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
    I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

    [chorus]2x
    I'm tryin to get on my feet, i'm a real baby gangsta
    Bitch, 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 shit tight
    But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright
    Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
    I'm like the fuckin geto boys livin in the fast lane
    Mail, steady stackin
    Them hoes a nigga mackin
    And you know i'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
    Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
    I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
    I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin
    They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin
    Yes i'm on the block bitch, i sold a quarter-bird
    Now have you fuckin heard, i'ma get it on my fuckin serve
    A fuckin baby gangsta comin up in the streets
    I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

    [chorus]2x

    [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 nigga from that v.l., baby gangsta, yes, you know i'm real
    Down for the jack move, nigga 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 nigga stash
    When i hit this nigga 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 fuckin gat
    False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
    So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move
    I'ma take wit ya to the head
    Make sure yo bitch ass dead
    Then from the scene a nigga fled
    I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
    If you ever play me i'ma plug 'cause i'm a thug nigga
    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 nigga tryin to get on my feet

    [chorus]4x

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