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[B.G.]Damn, it`s hard, a baby gangsta is strugglinThe 9-5 done hit, it`s time for me to start hustlinI gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me badMy day `bout to come, so I`ma bust out on they dog assI started wit a fifth and dime rockMook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines `cause I popI made 20 dollars, best believe I went backI turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crackNow I got a job of pushin rocks up on the blockPlus that drama on my side is a fully loaded GlockHalf on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ballNigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wallMeet me at V.L., it was a real madd cliqueI whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dickTryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate meI cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me87, Troy sat me down and they skooled meThey said don`t tell my bid-ness `cause a nigga would try to do meThis fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streetsI`m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet[Chorus]2xI`m tryin to get on my feet, I`m a real baby gangstaBitch, you stop my come-up, then I`m gonna have to gank ya[B.G.]The bid-ness flowin smooth like waterI got some fuckin clientele and it`s worth three quartersMy mom fount one, but I was still on the roadI slipped in the game, they always said the game was coldI was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G`s at the mostThen I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokesNow Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tightBut when my nigga come ??? everythings gon` be alrightMan, it`s like this, the set is kinda painI`m like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast laneMail, steady stackinThem hoes a nigga mackinAnd you know I`m straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack meNow the fuckin law is gettin hot on the setI`m playin it on the cool, gotta put away my techI`m chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendinThey call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekinYes I`m on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-birdNow have you fuckin heard, I`ma get it on my fuckin serveA fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streetsI`m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet[Chorus]2x[B.G.]Like Pac, I`m in so much painI`m broke, I`m slangin in the rain14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaineTryin to come up off a billYou know I got them hustlin skillsThe nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I`m realDown for the jack move, nigga like me is savageDon`t let me catch you slippin, I`ll kill you wiz, I gots to have itWhen I bust my 17, you know I`m gonna get yaSplit ya when ya holler, I know I hit yaYes, I know I`m fast, so I hit a nigga stashWhen I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cashI wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my ownWhen I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle onSo I`m on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gatFalse move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tatSo get back wit the gat, nigga don`t moveI`ma take wit ya to the headMake sure yo bitch ass deadThen from the scene a nigga fledI`ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel triggaIf you ever play me I`ma plug `cause I`m a thug niggaYoungster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothinI got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethinSo if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep`Cause I`m a nigga tryin to get on my feet[Chorus]4x

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