B.G. - True Story lyrics

Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie, from the BG's
Do whatcha gotta do mane
Say whatcha gotta say mane
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"
'cause a "G" not down with jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play
You want some real drama
Why don't you bring that shit our way?
'Cause, 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 night
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes
At the same time (Ain't lyin')
Now, this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Hear that con? He was
A muthafuckin' cheerleader fuckin' wit a BG
Best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking
Cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'cause oh yes
I'm comin' to getcha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma splitcha
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 'cause Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water
Strapped with that AK
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang
Go to LA
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'
'Cause, I'm comin', start duckin'
'cause 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 comes, 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 skills
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
'Cause in that two man cell
Best believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you's a hoe
It's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five
Got a boot camp full of 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
'cause 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 BG ain't real
I'm bout to- hiccup 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 up