Right now we got a lil' Lil' Doogie the B.G.'z Do gotta do mane Say what'cha say, Wayne
The you are about to hear are true some true shit
Shoulda you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' 6th and Baronne When the lights on up early in the mornin' All muthafuckin' creepin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'
Pussy ass, you you can't survive You was creepin' through that third you must don't it's do or die Now nigga on my list A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', no disrespect to the tenth
But there's a pussy in face and they can suck and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down wit' Them niggas always with that play You want some drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta for that street funk Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the trunk Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that on wax Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split Kool-Aid pack, bitch I got my pistol at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the can
The rhymes you are to hear are true This some true
fuckin' them niggas at night They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, lyin' Now nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin'
wit a B.G., best believe you will get served I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the Chuck got mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'cha And if I don't get 20 G's, split'cha
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to Had to to rest, no vest but one to the chest But uh, you know you done fucked up cha? Like said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that strapped with that A.K. They got some crips, wanna bang, go to L.A. Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them niggas be rappin', very trippin' Talkin' all nonsense, slippin' 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 cheerleader now he ain't that to fuck wit That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga quick You sick 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' stank in apartments and shit And ummm, niggas who help you get the money You fuck 'em check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'em
And y'all for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake it Niggas to look like skatin' Now back to this Mystikal, bitch You jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick
That's enough of this hoe shit on the If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you pay bills I make mils I close the shop for them niggas wanna Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into spine
Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not I'm the bitch who came to up the party When I catch'cha I'ma ya don't worry This is part of that fuckin' true story
Partners you bet not do no crime, get no time and go to Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you get nailed Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to your heart open Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers Uptown, ya bound to get wig split Y'all represent a 17th set that even exist
Now that's a shame, you just to get a name You can't survive in this game you niggas lame I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, shit Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get
I'm off Valence, ain't no this B.G. ain't real I'm bout to hiccup bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make kneel, bow down From clown that's gonna put you six in the ground
time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin' wit' tec-9 believe it's on Raise up, raise up, up, raise up, raise up