Round My Way Lyrics by B.G.

Round My Way Lyrics

    [b.g.]
    Upt baby, this how we do around my way
    Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
    But you cant knock the hustle, feel this

    Nigga, i be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck
    Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck
    Baby gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
    I tote this chopper, i'm quick to stop ya
    You heard that i'll drop ya
    I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down
    Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down
    Uptown in '97, it's the place to be
    They packin m-11's nigga and 223
    Erase faces all day, aks get sprayed
    That's how it be goin down around my way
    V.l., upt, the ward? 13th
    I represent no matter what, respect or check me
    Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
    I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you
    Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
    It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
    Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein
    Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
    My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
    Make me pump the trigga finga up when i'm after you
    Now i strap a big dick by the girbaud sign
    You heard i'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
    Movin up like you got it on yo mind
    Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin
    I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
    It's 50 g, it's accidental so it increase to hundred g
    And when it come, proper
    I'm louder, popper
    Around my way

    [juvenile]
    Nigga, you must be real in the upt
    You would wanna be packin that steel in the upt
    I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the upt
    Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the upt

    [b.g.]
    My block is hot wit killas, atf be hittin
    Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
    I put g's on the map, leave brains in laps
    I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
    See my hood straight thugged out
    You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out
    Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
    On v.l., it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out
    When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
    When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
    You think six feet deep 'cause you know i kill
    You spot me comin up the block, i'm in black wit a sparkle grill
    You see, we tote macks, glocks, and choppers
    Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
    Rest in peace, hooley hoo, 13 'til death
    Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
    Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half
    Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
    My people big stan, uptown open shop
    Funky fades and trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
    If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin
    Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin
    If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the k
    If you aint from uptown, stay from round my way

    [juvenile]
    Nigga, you must be real in the upt
    You would wanna be packin that steel in the upt
    I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the upt
    Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the upt

    [b.g.]
    Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
    Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
    Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies
    Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
    If you ball then you hated on
    If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on
    Caveman, dats my nigga bitch
    Mook brother pete we on valence 'cause we all in the click
    Man pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya
    Nigga i got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas
    I'ma watch ya, hooley hoo nigga did 'em foul
    I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin house
    He didn't diserve it
    Joe casey is an old g
    I take his advice, he one of the old g's on valence street
    Funk and clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down
    Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown
    Ya think we aint, lil baby just hit the street
    >from that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what i see
    He down wit me
    My nigga pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive
    But lil popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy
    Nigga gon' bring noise like a drummer
    Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer
    Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray
    If not...
    You gon' get bucked down nigga, around my way

    [b.g.]
    Aww, man
    I just got one more verse

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