Plan Went Sour Lyrics - B.g.

Picture, I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese 

But my kaperz goin sour for the lil' b.g., peep me 

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser 

Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a ak user 

Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots 

Pack glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot 

'cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic 

Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n 

Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents 

In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in 

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out 

I demand you denied, them lights goin all out 

I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks 

Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 g 

The niggas in the project come in black like always 

Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways 

Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo' 

I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do' 

I push it wit ease 

Nigga freeze 

Get on yo knees 

No keys, no g's 

I find dead bodies 

Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily 

I'm leavin a made g 

Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can 

Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my hand 

It's one way goin gettin money and the power 

Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour 

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[chorus]2x 

That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and the power 

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour 

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower 

Sittin on g's wit 30 keys of powder 

[verse two] 

I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese 

Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me 

Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong 

Might be a power move to go in this nigga home 

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit 

Aint killin no kids, but i'ma split his wig 

If I have to spank his bitch, i'ma spank the ho 

Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke 

Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at 

Look at this chopper in my hand, i'ma blast that, pass that 

Green shit wit ben franklin on it 

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin on it 

I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast 

Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast 

You play with fire get burned, fuck wit b.g. get burnt 

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat 

I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power 

Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour 

That's cold, man that's cold 

My plan went sour 

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[chorus]2x 

[verse three] 

I planned this and I done planned that 

But every time it go sour, I can't stand that 

I want money and the power in my hand black 

I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that? 

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack 

And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin back 

I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin that 

Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin that 

All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill 

But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill 

I just be real and hope b.g. hit the jack pot 

Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot 

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out juvey ride 

Hot boyz come out, we all ride 

I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle 

Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle 

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail 

You know I gotta duck, but I'm tryin to bring up tape sales 

'cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum 

Holdin my dick, g's and a strap in my hand 

[chorus] 3x 

[talking] 

Nigga, respect that 

All these niggas puttin on they black mask 

Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me 

Don't go in that kaper if it ain't planned right 

'cause it ain't gon' come out right 

You ain't gon' come out wit no mail 

Make sure you got it down pat 

I done been through it 

And I ain't bring nothin back 

But I'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people 

And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me 

It's all gravy, ca$h money records, black connection on the rise 

All the time...