Silent B.g. Lyrics - Singles - B.g.

Intro: 

Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang 

Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga 

but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga 

(Verse 1) 

Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals 

trying to come up on six numerals 

riding high in fly with a game with no rules 

got a K cooked blues fore these fools 

slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound 

her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds 

traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind 

don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin 

you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with 

yo head get knocked loose quick 

it's all on you bitch, choose bitch 

my life or your life you know only God know who bitch 

six shot pass me a six shot 

and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock 

B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard 

I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far 

leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car 

mask and flames five year's on each? 

like I'm hiding out like I'm the law 

I bring heat to yo street you paranoid 

can't eat or sleep 

can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking 

got to watch yo back on the grind 

cause you know the B.G. coming 

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Chorus: repeat 2X 

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging 

I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling 

(Verse 2) 

Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping 

swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping 

we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs 

bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off 

we bout that paper lil daddy 

we bout that drama lil mama 

ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers 

chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank 

before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank 

we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches 

buy some t-shit with pictures 

for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here 

but they gone not forgotten 

but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga 

bout getting my figga's bigger nigga 

and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga 

I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga 

oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga 

trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga 

Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga 

I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead 

true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga 

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Chorus 

(Verse 3) 

Coke dealer, dope dealer 

Juvenile ain't no joke nigga 

Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga 

but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin 

cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million 

so I do my thang represent and keep it street 

you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat 

I ain't goin to stop that late better yet 

I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through 

I ain't facing in my heart 

I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg 

I think with a pen and pad 

Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be 

from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block 

with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke 

Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that 

Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that 

I'm drop or get dropped I bust back 

Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that 

I'm flip or get flopped that a must black 

All 17 come up out the glock 

Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop 

Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese 

You know what I do and that's how I proceed