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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
some true shit

Shoulda killed you bitches when we that song
it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and Baronne
When the fuckin' 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 creepin' through that 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 your face and can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and
You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our

'Cuz I'm a Baby down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, 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 close at hand, for the real, real pussies in the can

The you are about to hear are true
This some shit

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

Fuckin' wit a B.G., believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the
Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's, I'ma

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

Let's move across that water 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 dick right in your mouth

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

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't nigga to fuck wit
goes to show you studio yeah that nigga 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' stank hoes in apartments and
And ummm, niggas who help you get the money
You straight 'em
When check time come, gets nothin', you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and it
Niggas to look like skatin'
Now back to this Mystikal, bitch
You jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick

That's enough of hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay 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 me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to up the party
I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry
This is another part of that fuckin' true

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 ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart
Bullets floatin', hot nine smokin'
Uptown, ya to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that even exist

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

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

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