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'n' My City Lyrics - Singles - B.g.

(Intro) 

It's all about the 6 figgas 

You ballin nigga if you got five figgas 

 

(Verse 1) 

I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it 

Game tight like elastic 

Wit a block? murder jack it 

Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga 

I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas 

Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin 

Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin 

I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor 

Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya 

Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs 

I'm the definition of a thug 

My whole click sellin drugs 

Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB 

We risin, drivin Lexus and big body 

Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales 

But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell 

F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth 

Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you 

Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's 

This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe 

What I go through and what I see, it's amazin 

On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin 

Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip 

But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip 

Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it 

Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it 

 

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(Chorus) 

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large 

But you step or get stepped on, times is hard 

Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill 

It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x) 

 

(Verse 2) 

Nigga don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick 

And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six 

I got the block sewed up now, come to me 

I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key 

We got coke floatin through that U.P.T. 

Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble 

In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don't let the age fool ya 

Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller 

The AK I pack is used for manslaughter 

My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off 

Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off 

Load it up, release safety, and bust 

Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck 

I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin 

I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action 

Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path 

I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had 

That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig 

Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit 

What's the reason, bein on the block all day 

You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay 

You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray 

Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray 

 

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(Chorus) 

 

(Verse 3) 

Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer 

Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter 

Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw 

Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow 

Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business 

Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished 

Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis 

Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin 

Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown 

Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns 

Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em 

I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em 

Take notes, bitches always try to be close 

Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke 

Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke 

I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke 

I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga 

Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga 

I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga 

But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga 

 

(Chorus) 

 

(Talking: B.G.) 

I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket 

On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 

L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten 

EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys 

My nigga Bubba got the Hummer 

For the summer 

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