B.G. - Get on My Feet lyrics

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 VL, 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

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

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 LT 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

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 VL, 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 ain't 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