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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
some true shit

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that
Tipped it on, 'bout 6th and Baronne
When the lights on up early in the mornin'
All muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a Dee, sleepin'

Pussy ass, you you can't survive
You was through that third you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my
A bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no disrespect to the

But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and
and slidin' with all that 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?

I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the trunk
all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but split your 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' at the same time, ain't lyin'
Now this nigga is a dick beater
Heard at he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best you will get served
I'ma ya muthafuckin' 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, come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up cha?
Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money want'cha

Let's move across that water strapped with A.K.
They got some 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', much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, up, raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio that nigga buck quick
You duck when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', it

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

And y'all hoes for him take it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas best to look skatin'
Now back to muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a come 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 shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on mind into your spine

Don't whine, niggas handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't
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 believe you get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

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

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

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

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