[b.g. knocc out]
Well its 95 and Im 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
Aint 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 Im wit my big bro
Bouncin in my 6-fo
Thought we was put in the twist but ya didnt know
That I was clockin
And bitches still jockin
The baby gangsta from compton
Cuz they know its 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 dont really know whats happenin
Poppin at the lips but aint 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]
Im damned if do
Im damned if dont
No I dont got a lot
What I got niggas want
Thats the problem in the hood
Its a bitch
Niggas cant see anotha nigga havin shit
I wanna get rich
And have some chips
To help my man out
But niggas say Im trippin
Cuz I dont be givin handouts
Nigga youse a grown man you better learn some hustlin
But you wanna hold hands and walk through the strugglin
Now nigga please, money didnt never grow on trees
If it did youd see the d-r-e rakin leaves
So wake up
That shit is just a dream and your trippin
Thats why I keep my heat on the seat when Im dippin
Cuz brothas like you and the rest of them fools
Be plottin on my crew now your droppin by twos
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 dont really know whats happenin
Poppin at the lips but aint really sayin nothin
Mad cuz I got up, got out, got somethin
(chorus 2x)
(gangsta dresta)
See look the homies dont be realizin real shit like this
Been broke all my life aint 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 aint got shit but a low profile
(b.g. knockout)
Aint a nigga like the k.o?
I rolls a 5 point 0
Occasionally I go dippin in the lo-lo
I know its a trip and niggas cant understand it
How a nigga rollin when I used to be stranded
Damn it feels good to be a hustler
Now its time to separate the locs from the bustas
I gotta maintain because games I dont play none
Thats one thing I wont do
(whats that? )
Forget where I came from
Cuz niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin
Talk behind my back but dont really know whats happenin
Poppin at the lips but aint really sayin nothin
Mad cuz I got up, got out, got somethin
(chorus 4x)
Jealousyyyyyy