Jealousy

[Verse 1: 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 Kicking flavor in your ear Rocking shows, knocking hoes Screaming (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 Playing with the boys then O-U-T Nigga still down wit Eazy But now I'm wit my big bro Bouncing in my 6-fo' Thought we was put in the twist but ya didn't know That I was clocking And bitches still jocking The baby gangster from Compton Cause they know it's on and popping Nigga this is for you blind fools who Filling pockets and groove Fuck you and yo' jealousy Cause niggas always talking the shit about me rapping Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happening Popping at the lips but ain't really saying nothing Mad cause I got up, got out, got something [Chorus] (x2) Jealousy- why all these people keep on sweating me Yeah yeah [Verse 2: 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 another nigga having shit I wanna get rich and have some chips to help my man out But niggas say I'm tripping Cause I don't be giving handouts Nigga you'se a grown man you better learn some hustling But you wanna hold hands and walk through the struggling Now nigga please, money didn't never grow on trees If it did you'd see the D-R-E raking leaves So wake up, that shit is just a dream and your tripping That's why I keep my heat on the seat when I'm dipping Cause brothers like you and the rest of them fools Be plotting on my crew now your dropping by two's I hit the Hennessy and I see you strictly as the enemy (But Dre that was the homey) Well fool better him then me Niggas always talking that shit about me rapping Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happening Popping at the lips but ain't really saying nothing Mad cause I got up, got out, got something [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 3: Gangsta Dresta] See look the homies don't be realizing real shit like this Been broke all my life ain't nobody gave me shit Working 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 rolling big time Now I wish you player hating 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 [Verse 4: B.G. Knocc Out] Ain't a nigga like the K.O? I rolls a 5 point 0 Occasionally I go dipping in the lo-lo I know it's a trip and niggas can't understand it How a nigga rolling when I used to be stranded Damn it feels good to be a hustler Now it's time to separate the locs from the busters 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 talking that shit about me rapping Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happening Popping at the lips but ain't really saying nothing Mad cause I got up, got out, got something [Chorus] (x4) Jealousyyyyyy