[b.g. knocc out]

Well it's 95 and i'm 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

Ain't 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 i'm wit my big bro

Bouncin' in my 6-fo'

Thought we was put in the twist but ya didn't know

That i was clockin

And bitches still jockin

The baby gangsta from compton

Cuz they know it's 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 don't really know what's happenin'

Poppin' at the lips but ain't 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]

I'm damned if do

I'm damned if don't

No i don't got a lot

What i got niggas want

That's the problem in the hood

It's a bitch

Niggas can't see anotha nigga havin' shit

I wanna get rich

And have some chips

To help my man out

But niggas say i'm trippin

Cuz i don't be givin handouts

Nigga you'se a grown man you better learn some hustlin

But you wanna hold hands and walk through the strugglin

Now nigga please, money didn't never grow on trees

If it did you'd see the d-r-e rakin' leaves

So wake up

That shit is just a dream and your trippin

That's why i keep my heat on the seat when i'm dippin

Cuz brothas like you and the rest of them fools

Be plottin' on my crew now your droppin by two's

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 don't really know what's happenin

Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin

Mad cuz i got up, got out, got somethin



(chorus 2x)



(gangsta dresta)

See look the homies don't be realizin real shit like this

Been broke all my life ain't 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 ain't got shit but a low profile



(b.g. knockout)

Ain't a nigga like the k.o?

I rolls a 5 point 0

Occasionally i go dippin in the lo-lo

I know it's a trip and niggas can't understand it

How a nigga rollin when i used to be stranded

Damn it feels good to be a hustler

Now it's time to separate the locs from the bustas

I gotta maintain because games i don't play none

That's one thing i won't do

(what's that?)

Forget where i came from

Cuz niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin

Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin

Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin

Mad cuz i got up, got out, got somethin



(chorus 4x)



Jealousyyyyyy