B.G. - Plan Went Sour Lyrics
[talking]Picture, Im always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheeseBut my kaperz goin sour for the lil b.g., peep me[verse one]I was born a loser, a stank ***** abuserMurders Im accused cause Im a ak userStruggle for my stat to be phattest on knotsPack glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, its hotcause its bumpin, got nothin but dope trafficSix figgas what Im after, cant be playn and laughnYoung wit good sense, bent behind the tentsIn front of this baller house that Im bout to go inI got it mapped up, its planned all outI demand you denied, them lights goin all outI done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeksHope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 gThe niggas in the project come in black like alwaysInvisible wit the mack, its dark in the hallwaysCreepin so slow, cause its on the second floI gets up there, they got a crack in the front doI push it wit easeNigga freezeGet on yo kneesNo keys, no gsI find dead bodiesTwo wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavilyIm leavin a made gGet back to the car, tryin to get far as I canNigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my handIts one way goin gettin money and the powerGotta think again cause my plan went sour[chorus]2xThats cold, Im tryin to hold money and the powerEverything I do goes sour, hour after hourI dont wanna sale flour, I want a office in a towerSittin on gs wit 30 keys of powder[verse two]I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheeseDo what I gotta do, nigga its all on meJust like its all on you to chose right from wrongMight be a power move to go in this nigga homeIma handle my biz, plan it out and shitAint killin no kids, but ima split his wigIf I have to spank his *****, ima spank the hoGet off the mother*****in flo and take me to the cokeNow where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass atLook at this chopper in my hand, ima blast that, pass thatGreen shit wit ben franklin on itIll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on itI gots to have it, up it busta, real fastFo I get to the point, ***** it buster, and Ill blastYou play with fire get burned, ***** wit b.g. get burntIma hustla til death, be trill to my last bratI let my nuts hang, Im bout money and the powerThinkin again cause my plan went sourThats cold, man thats coldMy plan went sour[chorus]2x[verse three]I planned this and I done planned thatBut every time it go sour, I cant stand thatI want money and the power in my hand blackIma end up leavin the game, what the ***** is that?I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mackAnd everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin backI have no paper and Im sober I aint havin thatAny high-roller got what I want, then Im grabbin thatAll I got is my rap folder tryin to make a millBut they got niggas even colder tryin to make a millI just be real and hope b.g. hit the jack potPut on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hotWe got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out juvey rideHot boyz come out, we all rideIm bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggleDo what I gotta do, gotta rap hustleYa playa hate, I pluck ya, ***** ya, hoes jock ya mailYou know I gotta duck, but Im tryin to bring up tape salescause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinumHoldin my dick, gs and a strap in my hand[chorus] 3x[talking]Nigga, respect thatAll these niggas puttin on they black maskDressin up to get dey cash, ya heard meDont go in that kaper if it aint planned rightcause it aint gon come out rightYou aint gon come out wit no mailMake sure you got it down patI done been through itAnd I aint bring nothin backBut Im bringin this shit to the *****in distribution peopleAnd they sendin some shit back, ya heard meIts all gravy, ca$h money records, black connection on the riseAll the time...
