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Bg Knocc Out & Dresta Miscellaneous Jealousy [b.g. knocc out] Well it's 95 and i'm back on the scene Now everybody wanna be on a niggas team I blew up out the clear Kickin flava in your ear Rockin shows Knockin hoes Screamin (party over here!) But behind the scenes Ain't all what it seems Motherfuckers run schemes When it comes to the greens So by any means I got to do what is necessary If i wanna become legendary In this game my name is the b.g. Playin with the boys then o-u-t Nigga still down wit eazy But now i'm wit my big bro Bouncin' in my 6-fo' Thought we was put in the twist but ya didn't know That i was clockin And bitches still jockin The baby gangsta from compton Cuz they know it's on and poppin Nigga this is for you blind fools who Fillin pockets and groove Fuck you and yo' jealousy Cuz niggas always talkin' the shit about me rappin' Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin' Poppin' at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin' Mad cuz i got up, got out, got somethin' (chorus 2x) Jealousy Why all these people keep on sweatin' me Yeah yeah [gangsta dresta] I'm damned if do I'm damned if don't No i don't got a lot What i got niggas want That's the problem in the hood It's a bitch Niggas can't see anotha nigga havin' shit I wanna get rich And have some chips To help my man out But niggas say i'm trippin Cuz i don't be givin handouts Nigga you'se a grown man you better learn some hustlin But you wanna hold hands and walk through the strugglin Now nigga please, money didn't never grow on trees If it did you'd see the d-r-e rakin' leaves So wake up That shit is just a dream and your trippin That's why i keep my heat on the seat when i'm dippin Cuz brothas like you and the rest of them fools Be plottin' on my crew now your droppin by two's I hit the hennessee and i see ya strictly as the enemy (but dre that was the homey) Well fool better him then me Niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin Mad cuz i got up, got out, got somethin (chorus 2x) (gangsta dresta) See look the homies don't be realizin real shit like this Been broke all my life ain't nobody gave me shit Workin like a motherfucker blood sweat and tears Never heard from my peers when i served all them years But no love was lost when you was out rollin' big time Now i wish you playa hatin niggas would let me get mine Gossip like a bitch but that bullshit is old style Nigga i ain't got shit but a low profile (b.g. knockout) Ain't a nigga like the k.o? I rolls a 5 point 0 Occasionally i go dippin in the lo-lo I know it's a trip and niggas can't understand it How a nigga rollin when i used to be stranded Damn it feels good to be a hustler Now it's time to separate the locs from the bustas I gotta maintain because games i don't play none That's one thing i won't do (what's that?) Forget where i came from Cuz niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin Mad cuz i got up, got out, got somethin (chorus 4x) Jealousyyyyyy |
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