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

The rhymes you are about to are true
This some shit

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

Pussy ass, you know you survive
You was creepin' through that third you must don't know 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 and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and
You can't be no "G", a "G" not down wit' jerkin'
Them niggas comin' with that play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our

'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that funk
in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all bullshit, talkin' all that shit 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 about to hear are
This true shit

Chuck fuckin' them at night
They doin' bad and rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' beater
Heard at he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to
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 Ca$h Money want'cha

Let's move across that water strapped that A.K.
They got 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, watch out you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, up, raise up

At he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you 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 hoes in apartments and
And ummm, niggas 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 take it, rolled and fake it
Niggas best to look skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal,
You wanna jump on a like a morphodyke 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 niggas wanna
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 who came to fuck up the party
I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry
This is another of that fuckin' 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
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a camp fulla hoes

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

Now that's a shame, you reppin' 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
Where get peeled and wigs bound to get split

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

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