Silent Night (Arranged By Gordon Jenkins)

歌詞

Intro: Fuck 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 bitch, choose bitch my life or your life you know only God know who bitch 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 shit 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 bitches, but ain't flossin our riches buy some t-shit with pictures for my niggas and bitches 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) Coke dealer, dope dealer Juvenile ain't no joke nigga Fuck 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 fuck I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck 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 Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese You know what I do and that's how I proceed