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

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This some shit

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

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

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

The you are about to hear are true
This some shit

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

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you get served
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, I'ma

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

move across that 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 this dick right in your

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

At first he was a now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that buck quick
You sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin', duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', fuck it

Chuck, you big trick, you hoe
Puttin' hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the
You straight 'em
When check time come, they nothin', you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, hard and fake it
Niggas best to look like
Now back to this Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a 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 the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine I put it on your mind into your spine

Don't whine, niggas can't me not hard
I'm the who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya worry
This is part 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
you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
Y'all ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

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

Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a
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 bound to get split

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

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