Doing Bad lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : Doing Bad



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B.G. [talking]
Wassup
Ahh.... Wassup
Verse 1
Hard times got a nigga in all black 
I`m gonna jack for that silver pack where it`s at
I need a hit nigga
I can`t quit nigga
Get in my way and your sh*t get split nigga
Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers
Got to be realah around all these guerrilas
But it`s cool I`m a young thug nigga
Rough like a rug nigga ain`t scared to plug nigga
I was turned out at an early age
On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge
Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth
cage
On that dust ready bust
Plus blunts got a nigga don`t give a f**k
I hope you got your vest on
If you don`t when the K blast you won`t have your
chest on
Nigga now you get your rest on
Brains blown gettin` a yellow tape zone
Motherf**ker
(Chorus)
What the f**k is it Uptown keepin` me doing bad
Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?
What the f**k is it Uptown keepin` me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?
What the f**k is it Uptown keepin` me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?
What the f**k is it Uptown keepin` me doing bad
Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 2
All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of
mil
(million)
And I`m risking going to jail and gettin` left
stale
I`m gettin` tired of this all day block sh*t 
Cock glock with this rock after rock shit
Could it be me servin` for twenty, 
2-5, 11-5, or the muthaf**kin` even 5
And I`m servin` 4 and a half to 28
And I might front it if you come straight it and
not late
Try to play me I`m gonna bust your muthaf**kin`
grape
I ain`t gonna be stingy with the yah because I
ain`t fake
But now all I got is the nikel piece now
Struggling with it tryin` to get on my feet now
I`m on a hunt for some A-K funk 
Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to
pop the trunk
Over this nigga they got a contract
I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the
all black
Muthaf**ker
(Chorus)
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 3
My pockets empty and I`m loaded that just don`t
match
Two and two together that`s why where the f**k
I`m at
On my as* tryin` to make a power move 
Servin niggaz two birds of flour it`s sour but
it`s a come up fool
I`m on that dope it ain`t no secret but that sh*t
ain`t shive 
How am I stay high stay shive and get mine
I can`t do it so I gotta try to kick the habit
Or that million I want I might not never have it
So I got to try to keep my muthaf**kin` nose
close
Or I`m gonna end up drove with no hoes 
It`s all about the f**kin` feddy, the mil
The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the
scale
I can not fail to hit the top of the charts
Young with heart I survive off street smarts
Play with me clips slide in the K
Play whit me I`ll spin your bin every day
I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump
I`m on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
Busted heads clips thrown my way 
Bustin` heads to let you know I don` t play 
I`m out to have things I spit rhymes to get down
Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown
(Chorus)
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
What the f**k is it keepin` me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?
Talking
What the f**k is it
I don`t know 
Nigga
Don`t let that stop you from handling your issues