"Silent B.G." as written by Christopher Dorsey, Christopher Dorsey and N Writer Unknown....
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


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"Silent B.G." as written by Christopher Dorsey Byron O. Thomas

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