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B.G. (rapper)( Baby Gangsta )
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Plan went sour
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 playin' and laughin' 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
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
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
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 Ain't 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour
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
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
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 every time 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
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
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
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
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 aint 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 Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time
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