Order 20 Keys

[B.G.]

Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind

Trying to come up I need every single dime

5, 9, 6, 51, 09

Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g

Drop it on Ivana street to protect it

I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies

I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me

A team with a little Terrance and a little g

Alfred, Onry and Billy

Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree

So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet

Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me

Run it through the one and only staller

It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller

4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you

And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew

I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas

Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger

I just busted B on his 200 g's

He called DC and order 20 more keys

I got K-C and Sam running on his brother

In pewee running in the U.P.T.

3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD

We got it all, so show us the 17

The B.G. is on top of Shacollars

Dream came true by becoming a young baller

Chorus:

Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me

I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T.

[B.G.]

Shits getting fleded, I got mine

A niggas trying to take it

It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb

It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it bust your shit

Now some rookies trying to show me up

Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me

I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me

Act to flack of the 3 OD

Clowns should've done what they did to me

Bust hollow tips slugs

And they nasty ass

Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash

100 g's, wit ease, nigga please

What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese

I learned from the best, had to pass the test

Ain't nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest

Fuck wit me and you gonna learn

And you gonna get snuck, motherfucker what's up

Ballers walk me out all night

And kibblers dogs with silly ass falls

I'm slippin, how you figure nigga

It takes street smarts to be a young baller

Chorus

[B.G.]

Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese

Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees

I'm coming through your house with the glocs

Do whatcha got, I got a chopper

I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters

I'm always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers

I'm hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta

I'm the nigga you can't trust, I'm a fuck ya

Seein niggas comin down from Cali

They say "yay" it's 4:00 friday

They come and serve some people a couple of keys

I gotta hits it, I don't know, they gotta leave

Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree

At the tele, they gonna get buried

I already got it, straight down flat

Run in and out, click clack of packs

4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play

I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways

I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping

It's open, so lets bust the town open

B.G. turns to stand taller

Picture all there is, is teenage ballers

Chorus

[B.G. ad libs]