He Used To Be My Man Lyrics - Singles - B.g.

Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga 

[Verse 1] 

When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas 

Ran around the project toting the mac nigga 

He had niggas tip had em breaking him off 

He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark 

Now everybody thought that this nigga was real 

But anybody holding a gun can kill 

If niggas was on the block they ran when he came 

He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game 

This nigga was a dog out here in that world 

Now he got to the pen and turned the girl 

He walking like a bitch this nigga here twistin' 

The bitch even sittin' down now when he pissin' 

He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin' 

He family fucked up they don't even go visit 

Now that's the difference between jail and the streets 

With a gun you a killa 

Without it you're a thrilla 

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[Chorus] 

When you was on the streets you was a solja 

And then you got fucked when you went to Angola 

You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off 

And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs 

When you was on the streets you was a solja 

And got turned out when you went to Angola 

You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off 

And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs 

[Verse 2] 

This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em 

This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em 

He used to serve niggas work out of town and tax em 

He used to take his walk up on niggas and wack em 

This nigga here name used to carry weight 

Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face 

This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4 

Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go 

I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe 

Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe 

Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip 

They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip 

Shit never changed doing the same thang 

On the streets ya bout it 

In that place you're a jing-a-ling 

With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it 

You needed to be bout it 

Cause you soft than soap powder 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin' 

When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin' 

When ya standin' over a nigga with that k you a dog 

When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad 

you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets 

now that g-string up your ass you the beauty of the week 

nigga told ya that out that here doing that crime 

take it like a man you get popped then you get that time 

you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it 

before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish 

you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife 

You had two charges whodi fuck a fight 

You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker than weak 

Now ya getting your ass rubbed down with grease 

You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block 

Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block 

[Chorus] 

When you was on the streets you was a solja 

And then..