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

The rhymes you are about to are true
some true shit

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

ass, you know you can't survive
You was creepin' that third you must don't know it's do or die
Now nigga on my list
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 and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not wit' jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring shit our way?

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

Chuck fuckin' them at night
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, lyin'
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick
at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

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

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

Let's move 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 mouth

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

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you yeah that nigga buck quick
You sick when I catch'cha, you best 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, 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 and fake it
Niggas best to look skatin'
Now to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke jump on the dick

That's enough of 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 them niggas wanna
Sign on my nine I put it on your mind into your spine

Don't whine, niggas handle me not hard
I'm the who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha kill ya don't worry
This is another part of that fuckin' true

Partners you bet not do no crime, get no and go to jail
Cuz in that two man cell, best you gone get nailed
Mystikal a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

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

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

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

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