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

The you are about to hear are true
This true shit

killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' 6th and Baronne
When the lights on up early in the mornin'
All that creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a 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 nigga on my list
A bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no disrespect to the

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

'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that 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 I'ma split your pack, bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the real, pussies in the can

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This some shit

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

Fuckin' wit a B.G., believe 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 get 20 G's, I'ma split'cha

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

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

Them niggas be rappin', much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout be crippin'
But like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to up, raise up, raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that to fuck wit
That to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
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' stank hoes in and shit
And ummm, them who help you get the money
You fuck 'em
When check come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for lettin' him it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal,
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke 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 niggas wanna
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into spine

Don't whine, can't handle me not hard
I'm the who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't
This is another part of that true 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 you'z a hoe, it's time I 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 chambers
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 game 'cuz 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 some bullets out my fuckin'
Peel, niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown gonna put you six in the ground

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