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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
This true shit

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

Pussy ass, you know you can't
You was creepin' that third you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my
A p-poppin' no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'
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 with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not wit' jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that
You want some real drama, why you bring that shit our way?

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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
some true shit

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at
doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick
Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin'

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get
I'ma ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 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 put'em to rest, no but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't
Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Money didn't want'cha

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
fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth

Them be rappin', very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' they be crippin'
But like this, watch out before 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 to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you 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 apartments and
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the
You straight 'em
When time 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 Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come on the dick

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

Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not
I'm the bitch who to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma ya don't worry
This is another 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 you gone get nailed
you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set don't even exist

Now that's a shame, you reppin' to get a name
You can't survive in this game you niggas lame
I'm to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where 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 some out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow
this 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 best believe on
up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up