on my fuckin' serve A fuckin' Baby Gangsta comin' up in the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin' to get on my feet I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I
the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta Bitch, you stop my come-
Перевод: BG. Get On My Feet.
the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta Bitch, you stop my come-up
off my feet, Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying: My name is sharina, my name is busta My name is tonia, my name is busta
got on my list You qualify, you my Miss, I count em down like this Number one you got to be real Don't lie to me bout monogamy See hone get out of my
stayin' fresh just like Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that i won I'm puttin' my Grammy On the grill and hood of my Candy She talkin
a DAMN Coulda just Killed A Man Sawed off in my hand But I had to kill the plan Think I've found my piece of mind Feet planted on the ground I just had
hell g'on do it for me Who the hell g'on do it free If I don't get up and bust my ass, that's my motto I can't put my faith in the lotto, luck don't stay
me So I show k.n.o.w. L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don’t stay calm
know about Slim and B We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G And
over my head Bandana 'round my brain Eyes bloodshot red Briches down to my legs Guns up in my trench When niggas playin', they get drenched My pockets
Chorus Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up) In the back when you rollin’ your trees up (trees up) Where my niggas that getting they freeze
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg
thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg'
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
everybody's on their feet So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat" I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my
I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening It's the king nigga Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
