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

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This true shit

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

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

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

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

The you are about to hear are true
This some shit

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

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the
Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to
And if I get 20 G's, I'ma split'cha

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

Let's move across that water strapped with A.K.
They got some 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 mouth

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

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

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

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

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

Don't whine, niggas can't 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 fuckin' story

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

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your open
Bullets floatin', hot nine smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig
represent a 17th set that don't even exist

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

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

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