B.G. "N" My City Lyrics

[Intro]
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin n____ if you got five figgas

[Verse 1]
I got my AK n____, and I'm quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ??? murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. n____
I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas
Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin
Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin
I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya
Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs
I'm the definition of a thug
My whole click sellin drugs
Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB
We risin, drivin Lexus and big body
Got them whole thangs for ten a key, n____s think we tellin tales
But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell
F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth
Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you
Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's
This rap game is the life, n____ ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and what I see, it's amazin
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin
Hoes catchin masturbation, s___'s a trip
But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
n____ don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it
n____ believe I'll rip a n____ s___ for it

[Chorus]
In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
s___ get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x)

[Verse 2]
n____ don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick
And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me
I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key
We got c__e floatin through that U.P.T.
Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, n____ don't let the age fool ya
Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for manslaughter
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off
Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off
Load it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a f___
I'm checkmatin n____s, that's on the real, so wuz happenin
I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action
Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a n____ and an ounce is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig
Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on s___
What's the reason, bein on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray
Make a m____fucka day, n____ be ready to spray

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer
Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a n____ down like a f___in lawnmow
Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit s___, ya gotta listen, til the f___in song finished
Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis
n____ know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin
Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown
Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em
I don't give a f___, if I did 'em, then I done 'em
Take notes, b____es always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got c__e
I stand alone all the time, b____ n____s catch a poke
I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke n____
Wit no money on my block then you a joke n____
I rap now, I put aside that c__e n____
But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope n____

[Chorus]

[Talking: B.G.]
I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket
On the real, V.L., my n____ Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten
EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys
My n____ Bubba got the Hummer
For the summer