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  • Silent B.G. by B.G. Lyrics



    Intro:
    Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang
    Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga
    but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga

    [Verse 1]
    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
    B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard
    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 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 fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
    got to watch yo back on the grind
    cause you know the B.G. coming

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    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
    bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
    we bout that paper lil daddy
    we bout that drama lil mama
    ask my nigga's 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-shit 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 thuged out wig splitter nigga
    trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga
    Rolexes 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

    Chorus

    [Verse 3]
    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 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 bullshiting can't no nigg
    I think with a pen and pad
    Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
    from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
    with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
    Fuck gettin cough, 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 and that's how I proceed
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