Verse one: b.g.



I'm tryin' to do right

But i'm surrounded by wrong

Avoid the all night flight

And still make it on my own

I'm tryin' be cool

Do what i gotta do

But playa haters all over

So i roll with my crew

I'm tryin' stay over

And just stay my ass in school

Ain't many choices to choose

And this rap game i can't refuse

I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose

My pistol my only friend

Cause busters try to bring the blues

Leavin brains with no clues

Spin the ben in black clothes

They tryin' ta' take my only life

Leave my folks on the front row

Bury me in providence

Heavy weight that rose

They wanna steal the b.g.

Now tell me alton

Ain't that cold

What can i do

Now what can i do to get out the game

What can i do

Now what can i do to make change

Every other day around my way niggas dyin'

Hours flyin i want to go straight boy i'm tryin'



-chorus- (juvenile)

I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me

Lord please let me go where i needs to be

Ball 'till i fall it's a poor family

Fo' sho' i know the future got a lot of stuff for me



Verse two: b.g.



I'm tryin' to get my mail straight

Sell cd's and tapes

I don't want to be jail bait

Niggas want to kill me

And increase the hell rate

They almost got me

But i slip the spot it was too late

I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother

And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother

Settle down wit' a silent hoe

And drop a tight seed

So i can raise another uptown b.g.

Just like me

I'ma give 'em but i wish had a dad

He goin' be smart and bad nigga

Throwin' up a solga rag

This world is kurupted

The police is crooked

My boy was runnin with a ??? gun

His young life they took it

This ??? is rotten

Everyday it get's colder

They throwin' away the key

Sendin' the soldiers to angoula

My round slangin' that yola

With they hand on that iron

To keep my mind right

Beleive nigga i'm tryin'



-chorus-



Verse three: lil' wayne



I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen

Choppin iron at fourteen'

Nigga that tells my only way

(b.g.: look where you stand at fourteen)

A lil' bity something

Whuckin, representin' partners

Ain't to good in my neighborhood

Uptowns my partner

I ain't lie i'm tryin

To go the right way

But the night flight way

Just ain't the right way

I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live

So i choose to be a uptown hotboy hard to kill

Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel

Can't even see me i'm so lil'

And you expect me to give this

Just to switch to positive

As hard as i'm tryin' do it i just can't make a shape

School i'm tryin' go through it but i just can't make a shape

Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin

Do good i want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'

I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me

Will i remain a b.g.

Or a a student

We'll see



-chorus- 2x


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