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Right now we got a lil'
Lil' Doogie the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do
Say what'cha say, Wayne

The rhymes you are about to are true
This true shit

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard song
Tipped it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and
When the fuckin' lights on up in the mornin'
All that creepin'
on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'

Pussy ass, you you can't survive
You was creepin' through that you must don't know it's do or die
Now that on my list
A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' no disresp'
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no to the tenth

But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and
Ridin' and slidin' with all workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our

'Cuz I'm a Baby down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but split your Kool-Aid pack, bitch
I got my close at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are about to hear are
some true shit

Chuck fuckin' niggas at night
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' beater
at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best you will get served
leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to
And if I don't get 20 G's, I'ma

I'm a murderer, server, come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't
Like said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha

Let's across that water strapped with that A.K.
got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your

Them niggas be rappin', very trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, out before you get bucked
I'm coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

At first he was a now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck
You duck when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', it

Chuck, you big trick, you hoe
Puttin' hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the
You fuck 'em
When time come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for him take it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas best to look like
Now to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a come jump on the dick

enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make
I close the shop for them wanna shine
Sign on my when I put it on your mind into your spine

Don't whine, can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who to fuck up the party
When I I'ma kill ya don't worry
This is another part of that true story

you bet not do no crime, get no time and go to jail
Cuz in two man cell, best believe you gone get nailed
you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot fulla hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig
Y'all represent a set that don't even exist

Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a
You can't survive in this game 'cuz you niggas
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street
caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split

I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to hiccup bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the

It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they
Rollin' wit' tec-9 best believe on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, up, raise up