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

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This some true

killed you bitches when we heard that song
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 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 that on my list
A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no to the tenth

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

'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street
in a concert, take it to the fuckin' 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, for the real, real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are about to hear are
some true shit

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, lyin'
Now nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you get served
I'ma leavin' ya 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, nigga try to test
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 Ca$h Money didn't want'cha

Let's move across that water with that A.K.
They got wannabe 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 niggas be rappin', very trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get
I'm tellin' ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

At he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you yeah 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 and pluckin', fuck it

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

And hoes for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake it
best to look like skatin'
Now back to this Mystikal, bitch
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 skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your

whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya worry
This is another part of that true story

Partners you bet not do no crime, get no and go to jail
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get
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', ready to your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get wig split
Y'all represent a set that don't even exist

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

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

time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit' best believe it's on
up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up