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Right now we got a lil' youngstaLil' Doogie from the B.G.'zDo what'cha gotta do maneSay what'cha gotta say, WayneThe rhymes you are about to hear are trueThis some true shitShoulda killed you bitches when we heard that songTipped it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and BaronneWhen the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin'All that muthafuckin' creepin'Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'Pussy ass, you know you can't surviveYou was creepin' through that third you must don't know it's do or dieNow that nigga on my listA p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no disrespect to the tenthBut there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dickRidin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down wit' jerkin'Them niggas always comin' with that playYou want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funkStuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunkTalkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on waxTalkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack, bitchI got my pistol close at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the canThe rhymes you are about to hear are trueThis some true shitChuck fuckin' them niggas at nightThey doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beaterHeard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin' cheerleaderFuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get servedI'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curbChuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'chaAnd if I don't get 20 G's, I'ma split'chaI'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to testHad to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chestBut uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'chaLet's move across that water strapped with that A.K.They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or SouthMystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouthThem niggas be rappin', very much trippin'Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'But it's like this, watch out before you get buckedI'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise upAt first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck witThat goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quickYou duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', fuck itChuck, you big trick, you hoe bitchPuttin' stank hoes in apartments and shitAnd ummm, them niggas who help you get the moneyYou straight fuck 'emWhen check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'emAnd y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake itNiggas best to look like skatin'Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitchYou wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dickThat's enough of this hoe shit on the realIf you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make milsI close the shop for them niggas wanna shineSign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spineDon't whine, niggas can't handle me not hardI'm the bitch who came to fuck up the partyWhen I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worryThis is another part of that fuckin' true storyPartners you bet not do no crime, get no time and go to jailCuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailedMystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha knowY'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoesI'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart openBullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig splitY'all represent a 17th set that don't even existNow that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a nameYou can't survive in this game 'cuz you niggas lameI'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shitWhere caps get peeled and wigs bound to get splitI'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't realI'm bout to hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steelPeel, make niggas kneel, bow downFrom this clown that's gonna put you six in the groundIt's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belongRollin' wit' tec-9 best believe it's onRaise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up

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