[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   'cause they know it's on and poppin   Nigga this is for you blind fools who   Fillin pockets and groove   Fuck you and yo' jealousy   'cause 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 'cause 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   'cause 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   'cause 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 'cause 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   'cause 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 'cause I got up, got out, got somethin      (chorus 4x)      Jealousyyyyyy