Silent B.G. – B. Gizzle – letras

Intro:Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slangYeah I choose this rap thing niggabut I don’t knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga[Verse 1]Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funeralstrying to come up on six numeralsriding high in fly with a game with no rulesgot a K cooked blues fore these foolsslinging coke by the ton, weed by the poundher-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhoundstraveling through uptown with dumbness on my minddon’t wine cause play it nigga I ain’t even tryinyou dying beefin with these niggas I cruise withyo head get knocked loose quickit’s all on you bitch, choose bitchmy life or your life you know only God know who bitchsix shot pass me a six shotand I’m get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glockB.G. a raising star, pass me the guardI’m bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit farleave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black carmask and flames five year’s on each ???like I’m hiding out like I’m the lawI bring heat to yo street you paranoidcan’t eat or sleepcan’t fuck u sneaking, can’t have you duckinggot to watch yo back on the grindcause you know the B.G. comingChorus: repeat 2XI’m silent B.G. and you know me from thugingI’m violent B.G. make my money rap hustling[Verse 2]Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creepingswerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleepingwe hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffsbitch nigga’s lagging catch the side line and lay-offwe bout that paper lil daddywe bout that drama lil mamaask my nigga’s till after the next life living like Big Tymerschillin like villains drinkin like a gas tankbefore attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thankwe tossin these bitches, but ain’t flossin our richesbuy some t-shit with picturesfor my niggas and bitches still wishing they was herebut they gone not forgottenbut in memory I’m strapped up ridin, you know me niggabout getting my figga’s bigger niggaand to few I’m ignorant I pull the trigger niggaI’m a 9-1-1 hitter niggaoh oh a thuged out wig splitter niggatrying to sparkle in this world like glitter niggaRolexes up diamonds all over me niggaI’m a thug to I’m rested, play it real til I’m deadtrue to my blood no comin between us no matter what niggaChorus[Verse 3]Coke dealer, dope dealerJuvenile ain’t no joke niggaFuck being broke all the way out got you on scope niggabut I cooled off cause now I’m chillincause I got this feelin rappin I’m going to make a millionso I do my thang represent and keep it streetyou ain’t going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seatI ain’t goin to stop that late better yetI’m goin out to get em it’s goin to come throughI ain’t facing in my heartI ain’t bullshiting can’t no niggI think with a pen and padFade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I befrom the week loose my high real deep chill on the blockwith a glock glock cocked quit sellin cokeFuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck thatStrapped with the chopper or get chopped trust thatI’m drop or get dropped I bust backCause I’m stop or get stopped so you love thatI’m flip or get flopped that a must blackAll 17 come up out the glockOh that’s a must black, all 50 come out the chopBitch nigga you bleed I’m bout cheeseYou know what I do and that’s how I proceed