Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get On My Feet, artist - B.G.. Album song True Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Get On My Feet |
Damn, it’s hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin |
The 9−5 done hit, it’s time for me to start hustlin |
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad |
My day 'bout to come, so I’ma bust out on they dog ass |
I started wit a fifth and dime rock |
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop |
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back |
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack |
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block |
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock |
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball |
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall |
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique |
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick |
Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me 87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to |
do me |
This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets |
I’m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet |
I’m tryin to get on my feet, I’m a real baby gangsta |
Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I’m gonna have to gank ya The bid-ness flowin smooth like water |
I got some fuckin clientele and it’s worth three quarters |
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road |
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold |
I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G’s at the most |
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes |
Now Slim and L.T. |
still keep the shit tight |
But when my nigga come ??? |
everythings gon’be alright |
Man, it’s like this, the set is kinda pain |
I’m like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane |
Mail, steady stackin |
Them hoes a nigga mackin |
And you know I’m straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set |
I’m playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech |
I’m chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin |
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin |
Yes I’m on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird |
Now have you fuckin heard, I’ma get it on my fuckin serve |
A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets |
I’m on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet |
Like Pac, I’m in so much pain |
I’m broke, I’m slangin in the rain |
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine |
Tryin to come up off a bill |
You know I got them hustlin skills |
The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I’m real |
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage |
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya Yes, I know |
I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash |
When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash |
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own |
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on So I’m on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat |
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat |
So get back wit the gat, nigga don’t move |
I’ma take wit ya to the head |
Make sure yo bitch ass dead |
Then from the scene a nigga fled |
I’ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga |
If you ever play me I’ma plug 'cause I’m a thug nigga |
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin |
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin |
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep |
'Cause I’m a nigga tryin to get on my feet |