b.g.
true story
 right now we got a lil' youngsta lil' doogie from the b.g.'z do what'cha gotta do mane say what'cha gotta say wayne the rhymes you are about to hear are true this some true shit. shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song tipped it on talkin' bout 6th & baronne when 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 survive you was creepin' through that third you must don't know it's do or die now that nigga on my list a p-poppin' bitch no disresp p-poppin' bitch no disresp p-poppin' p-poppin' p-poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth but there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick ridin' 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 play you want some real drama why don't you bring that shit our way? cuz i'm a baby gangsta down for that street funk stuntin' in a concert take it to the fuckin' trunk talkin' all that bullshit talkin' all that shit on wax talkin' all that yak-yak but i'ma split your kool-aid pack bitch i got my pistol close at hand this for the real real pussies in the can the rhymes you are about to hear are true. this some true shit. chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght they doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time ain't lyin'! now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater heard at corn he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader fuckin' wit a b.g. best believe you will get served i'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb chuck got some mail? cuz oh yes i'm comin' to get'cha and if i don't get 20 g's i'ma split'cha i'm a murderer server nigga come try to test had to put'em to rest no vest but one to the chest but uh you know you done fucked up don't cha? like yella said you mad cuz ca$h money didn't want'cha let'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 south mystikal fool you can pump this dick right in your mouth them 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 bucked i'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up raise up raise up at first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit that goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick you 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 it chuck you big trick you hoe bitch puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit and ummm them niggas who help you get the money you straight fuck em when check time come they gets nothin' you pluck em and y'all hoes for lettin' him take it hard rolled and fake it niggas best to look like skatin' now back to this muthafuckin' mystikal bitch you wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick that's enough of this hoe shit on the real if you don't spit "g" shit with skillz you can't pay bills i make mils i close the shop for them niggas wanna shine sign on my nine when i put it on your mind into your spine don't whine niggas can't handle me not hard i'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party when i catch'cha i'ma kill ya don't worry this is another part of that fuckin' true story partners you bet not do no crime get no time and go to jail cuz in that two man cell best believe you gone get nailed mystikal you'z a hoe it's time i iet'cha know y'all ain't ready for local five got a boot camp fulla hoes i'm gat totin' ready to leave your heart open bullets floatin' hot nine chambers smokin' uptown ya bound to get y'all wig split y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist now that's a shame you reppin' just to get a name you can't survive in this game cuz you niggas lame i'm ready to take it to some "g" shit street shit where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split i'm off valence ain't no doubt this b.g. ain't real i'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel peel make niggas kneel bow down from this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. it's time a nigga put big boy where the fuck they belong rollin' wit tec-9 best believe it's on raise up raise up raise up raise up raise u