[B.G.]
d***, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog a**
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a f***** 8-ball
n**** gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my d***
Tryin to f***** break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a n**** would try to do me
This f***** Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up b****, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
b****, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya
[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some f***** clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them f***** rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the s*** tight
But when my n**** come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the f***** Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a n**** mackin
And you know I'm straight up packin for n***** tryin to jack me
Now the f***** law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin at house, b**** got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them m************ be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block b****, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you f***** heard, I'ma get it on my f***** serve
A f***** Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up b****, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The n**** from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, n**** like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a n**** stash
When I hit this n**** stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on
So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my f***** gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, n**** don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo b**** a** dead
Then from the scene a n**** fled
I'ma real n****, trill n****, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug n****
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a n**** tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]4x
d***, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog a**
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a f***** 8-ball
n**** gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my d***
Tryin to f***** break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a n**** would try to do me
This f***** Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up b****, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
b****, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya
[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some f***** clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them f***** rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the s*** tight
But when my n**** come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the f***** Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a n**** mackin
And you know I'm straight up packin for n***** tryin to jack me
Now the f***** law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin at house, b**** got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them m************ be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block b****, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you f***** heard, I'ma get it on my f***** serve
A f***** Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up b****, tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]2x
[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The n**** from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, n**** like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a n**** stash
When I hit this n**** stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on
So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my f***** gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, n**** don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo b**** a** dead
Then from the scene a n**** fled
I'ma real n****, trill n****, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug n****
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a n**** tryin to get on my feet
[Chorus]4x