B.G. - 'n' My City Lyrics
[intro]Its all about the 6 figgasYou ballin nigga if you got five figgas[verse 1]I got my ak nigga, and Im quick to blast itGame tight like elasticWit a block ? ? ? murder jack itEraser, baby gangsta, v.l. niggaIm on a trail to hell, before I go I want 6 figgasUptown is where you catch me doin dirt, gun slanginNuts hangin, for sho, play me short and Im banginI aint no ho, my heart dont pump water, it pump liquorWatch your step, Ill hit ya, I promise Ill split yaClick-clack, everything I pack got hollow slugsIm the definition of a thugMy whole click sellin drugsAint no love, if ya outside the cmbWe risin, drivin lexus and big bodyGot them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin talesBut on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sellF.b.i. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smoothWhatever you do, or how you do, its all on youHot boy, 16, playin wit gsThis rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldnt believeWhat I go through and what I see, its amazinOn the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, Im calculatinHoes catchin masturbation, shits a tripBut Im bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my gripNigga dont slip, cause I got 10 clips and I flip for itNigga believe Ill rip a nigga shit for it[chorus]In my city its a struggle, you hustle to live largeBut you step or get stepped on, times is hardShit get real, head get bust, blood spillIts bout havin thangs, thats why I want a mill (2x)[verse 2]Nigga dont you trip cause I done came up on a lickAnd Im servin thirty gram ounces for sixI got the block sewed up now, come to meIll take ya to b., he went down to ten a keyWe got coke floatin through that u.p.t.Glock totin, locin, in the gs3 bubbleIn the lexus 450 cruiser, block bruiser, nigga dont let the age fool yaHead bussa, hot boy, young ballerThe ak I pack is used for manslaughterMy mind is to be respected, or ya neck come offCause uptown, theres no hesitation to set it offLoad it up, release safety, and bustRetaliation is a must, I dont give a *****Im checkmatin niggas, thats on the real, so wuz happeninIm full of that dope, scratchin, and Im bout that actionIs you bout that action, if not, clear a pathIm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he hadThats sad, you stunn, jepardisin ya wigDoin that petty hustlin, aint comin up on shitWhats the reason, bein on the block all dayYou aint got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime payYoull do better grabbin a k., bein ready to sprayMake a mutha*****a day, nigga be ready to spray[chorus][verse 3]Spark the beef up like a lighter, Im a gangsta rap writerEverytime I spit, I get tighter and tighterKeep it real when I flow, hollow points I throwQuick to chop a nigga down like a *****in lawnmowPlayin a flow over the limit, in this music businessCome wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the *****in song finishedYoung menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennisNigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinninCant calm me down, cause Im from uptownCall me, its war wit an army, wit tommy gunsWit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from emI dont give a *****, if I did em, then I done emTake notes, *****es always try to be closeSilent when you got money, but naughty when ya brokeBustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got cokeI stand alone all the time, ***** niggas catch a pokeI hustle hard for what I want, if I dont then Im a broke niggaWit no money on my block then you a joke niggaI rap now, I put aside that coke niggaBut if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga[chorus][talking: b.g.]I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticketOn the real, v.l., my nigga big moe, 2-2-3L.t., adam, g.a., black tenEightball, derek, lil turk, hot boysMy nigga bubba got the hummerFor the summer
