True Story

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Ivan & Li Wayne] Right now we got a lil' youngsta Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'s Do whatcha gotta do mane Say whatcha gotta say mane The rhymes you are about to hear are true This some true shit [Verse 1: B.G.] 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 [Interlude: Mr. Ivan & Li Wayne] The rhymes you are about to hear are true This some true shit [Verse 2: B.G.] 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 B.G., 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 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 [Verse 3: 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'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 [Verse 4: B.G.] 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 B.G. 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