Silent B.g. lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : Silent B.g.



 Send "Silent B.g." Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Juvenile

Intro:
f**k it nigga I got two choices rap or slang
Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga 
but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play
it how it go nigga

[Verse 1]
Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals 
trying to come up on six numerals 
riding high in fly with a game with no rules 
got a K cooked blues fore these fools
slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound
her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin
you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with 
yo head get knocked loose quick
it's all on you bit*h, choose bit*h 
my life or your life you know only God know who
bit*h
six shot pass me a six shot
and I'm get turned black and work like a
seventeen shot glock
B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard 
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take
this sh*t far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black
car
mask and flames five year's on each ??? 
like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid 
can't eat or sleep 
can't f**k u sneaking, can't have you ducking 
got to watch yo back on the grind 
cause you know the B.G. coming

Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging 
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling

[Verse 2]
Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping

swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no
sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing
in the playoffs
bit*h nigga's lagging catch the side line and
lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
ask my nigga's till after the next life living
like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
 
before attemptin to check nigga thank you should
of thank
we tossin these bit*hes, but ain't flossin our
riches
buy some t-shit with pictures 
for my niggas and bit*hes still wishing they was
here 
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me
nigga
bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga 
oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter
nigga
Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga 
I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm
dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter
what nigga

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Juvenile]
Coke dealer, dope dealer 
Juvenile ain't no joke nigga 
f**k being broke all the way out got you on scope
nigga
but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make
a million 
so I do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will
sweep you of your seat
I ain't goin to stop that late better yet 
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't facing in my heart 
I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad 
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the f**k I be

from the week loose my high real deep chill on
the block 
with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
f**k gettin cough, buy the cops but f**k that 
Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust
that
I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
All 17 come up out the glock
Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop 
Bit*h nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese 
You know what I do and that's how I proceed