Right now we got a lil' Lil' from the B.G.'z Do gotta do mane Say gotta say, Wayne
The rhymes you are about to are true This some shit
Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and Baronne When the fuckin' lights on up in the mornin' All that muthafuckin' Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee,
Pussy ass, you know you survive You was creepin' through that third you must don't know do or die Now that on my list A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' no disresp' P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no to the tenth
But there's a pussy in your and they can suck and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and You can't be no "G", a "G" not down wit' jerkin' Them niggas comin' with 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 in a concert, take 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 at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the can
The rhymes you are about to hear are This true shit
Chuck fuckin' them at night They doin' bad and rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin' Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' beater Heard at he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you get served I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' cap on the curb Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to And if I don't get 20 G's, split'cha
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to 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 'cuz Ca$h Money want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped that A.K. They got wannabe 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
Them niggas be rappin', very 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, up, raise up
At he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick 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 Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and 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 take it, rolled and fake it Niggas best to look skatin' Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, 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 with skillz you can't pay bills I make I close the shop for them niggas wanna on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine
Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not I'm the who came to fuck up the party I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry This is another 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 Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', to leave your heart open Bullets floatin', hot chambers smokin' Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' to get a name You can't survive in this game 'cuz you niggas I'm to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where get peeled and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no this B.G. ain't real I'm bout to hiccup some bullets out my steel Peel, niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the
It's a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin' tec-9 best believe it's on up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up