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Artist :B.G.
Album :B.G."Z True Story
Title :

True Story

[Mr. Ivan]

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

[Lil' Wayne]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true

[Mr. Ivan]
This some true shit.

[First Verse-B.G.]

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it ontalkin' bout 6th & Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin'
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Deesleepin'
Pussy ass
You know you can't survive
You was creepin' through that thirdyou 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 dramawhy don't you bring that shit our way?
Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concerttake it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshittalkin' all that shit on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yakbut I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch
I got my pistol close at handthis for the REAL
Real pussies in the can

[Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan]

The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.

[Verse Two-B.G.]

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same timeain'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 yesI'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha
I'm a murdererservernigga come try to test
Had to put'em to restno vest but one to the chest
But uhyou know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella saidyou mad cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe cripswanna banggo to L.A.
Now you can claimthe EastNorthWestor South
Mystikal foolyou can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them niggas be rappin'very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsenseslippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like thiswatch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise upraise upraise up

[Third Verse-B.G.]

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'chayou best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin'start duckin'cuz I'm bustin'and pluckin'
Fuck it
Chuckyou big trickyou hoe bitch
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummmthem niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM
When check time comethey 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 whineniggas 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

[4th Verse-B.G.]

Partners you bet not do no crime
Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cellbest believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoeit's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local fivegot a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin'ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin'hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptownya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shameyou 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" shitstreet shit
Where caps get peeledand wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valenceain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peelmake niggas kneelbow 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 upraise upraise upraise upraise up

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