Mannie Fresh - Doing Bad lyrics

B.G. [talking] Wa**up Ahh.... Wa**up Verse 1 Hard times got a n***a in all black I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at I need a hit n***a I can't quit n***a Get in my way and your sh** get split n***a Uptown is a cage for monkeys and k**ers Got to be realah around all these guerrilas But it's cool I'm a young thug n***a Rough like a rug n***a ain't scared to plug n***a I was turned out at an early age On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage On that dust ready bust Plus blunts got a n***a don't give a f** I hope you got your vest on If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on n***a now you get your rest on Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone Motherf**er (Chorus) What the f** is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs? What the f** is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks? Verse 2 All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil (million) And I'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale I'm gettin' tired of this all day block sh** co*k Glock with this rock after rock sh** Could it be me servin' for twenty 2-5, 11-5, or the muthaf**in' even 5 And I'm servin' 4 and a half to 28 And I might front it if you come straight it and not late Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthaf**in' grape I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because I ain't fake But now all I got is the nikel piece now Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now I'm on a hunt for some A-K funk Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk Over this n***a they got a contract I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black Muthaf**er (Chorus) What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks? Verse 3 My pockets empty and I'm loaded that just don't match Two and two together that's why where the f** I'm at On my a** tryin' to make a power move Servin n***as two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that sh** ain't shive How am I stay high stay shive and get mine I can't do it so I gotta try to kick the habit Or that million I want I might not never have it So I got to try to keep my muthaf**in' nose close Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes It's all about the f**in' feddy, the mil The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale I can not fail to hit the top of the charts Young with heart I survive off street smarts Play with me clips slide in the K Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump Busted heads clips thrown my way Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get down Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown (Chorus) What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks? What the f** is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad? Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags? Talking What the f** is it I don't know n***a Don't let that stop you from handling your issues