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 mad 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 bidness '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
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 bidness 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 [unverified] everything's 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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 mad 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 bidness '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
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 bidness 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 [unverified] everything's 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas
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