B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - Hard Times songtekst

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I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that
 Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at
 Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-shit
 They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit
 But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way
 Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
 When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray
 Mark Nell L.T. and me made niggas lay on they face
 We was about that gunplay and on the grind
 We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
 Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from
 Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from
 Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous
 They lock us up but the jail aint changin' us
 You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dyin'
 Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga

 (Chorus) 2x
 Hard times got a nigga in all black
 I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at
 Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
 Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

 Its a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister spinnin'
 Don't get caught in it
 Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
 Jackin' is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road
 I move fast my people say I need ta slow down
 Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
 I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks
 Playin' my hoes close
 They tied up like a rope
 I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill
 Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field
 Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
 Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real
 My mama cryin' cuz she think I'ma get my head bust
 But I tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough
 Welfare aint enough
 And I wanna shine
 So I'm goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa

 (Chorus) 2x

 Me and my niggas buyin' cars don't give a fuck what its costin'
 Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin'
 Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
 You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often
 We ballin'
 Shot callin'
 Walkin' to the top
 And when we get there believe we closin' shop
 I'm lettin' my law down makin' Gs nigga
 I done been through them hard times I'm makin' chesse nigga
 Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
 Fade me the B.G. pretty please nigga
 I'm a six figure
 Money go-getter
 Drivin' expedition
 Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position
 Riches is what I'm chasin' everyday nigga
 Killin' bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
 Tryin' ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind nigga
 Stackin' gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me

 (Chorus) - repeat to end
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