B.G. - Silent B.G. lyrics

Fuck it nigga I got two
Choices rap or slang yae
I choose this rap thing nigga
But, I don't knock no nigga for they
Hustle play it how it go nigga

Nigga 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 coke 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 nigga
I ain't even tryin
You dying beefin with these
Niggas I cruise with
Yo head get knocked loose quick
It's all on you bitch, choose bitch
My life or your life you know
Only God know who bitch
Six shot pass me a six shot
And I'm get turned black and work
Like a seventeen shot Glock
BG a raising star, pass me the gar
I'm bout that war
And these Hot Boys going take this shit far
Leave yo block hot like tar
Four deep in a black car
Mask's and flames and fires all he saw
Like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid nigga
Can't eat or sleep
Can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
Got to watch yo back on the grind
Cause you know the BG coming

I'm silent BG and you know me from thuging
I'm violent BG make my money rap hustling

Me and Baby virgin tight
He beefin we creeping
Swerving yo Bend every night no
Rest and no sleeping
We hustle serious with this rap like
We playing in the playoffs
Bitch nigga's lagging catch the
Side line and lay-off
We bout that paper lil daddy
We bout that drama lil mama
That's my nigga till after the next
Life living like Big Tymers
Chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
Before attemptin to check nigga thank
You should of thank we tossin these bitches
But ain't flossin our riches
Buy some t-shirt with pictures
For my niggas and bitches still
Wishing they was here
But they gone not forgotten
But in memory I'm strapped up ridin
You know me nigga
Bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
And to few I'm ignorant I
Pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
Oh oh a thugged out wig splitter nigga
Trying to sparkle in this
World like glitter nigga
Rolexed up, diamonds all over me nigga
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 nigga

Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke nigga
Fuck being broke all the way out
Got you on scope nigga
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's nathin' better yet
I'm goin out to get em
It's goin to come through
I ain't faking it's in my heart
I ain't bullshiting, can't no nigga
I think with a pen and pad fade me, Juvi
BG 13th that where the fuck I be
Full of the weed loose my high
Real deep chill on the block
With a Glock Glock cocked quit sellin coke
Fuck gettin caught
Buy the cops but fuck 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
Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do as I proceed