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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
This some shit

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

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

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' 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
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, all that shit on wax
Talkin' all yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack, bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the real, real in the can

The rhymes you are about to are true
This some shit

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

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

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

move across that water strapped with that 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 your

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' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, up

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck
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
stank hoes in apartments and shit
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 it, hard rolled and fake it
best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal,
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the

enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for niggas 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 catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't
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, believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot fulla hoes

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

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

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

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