True Stories

Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Bitch! True story little bitch Trademark Smoke somethin', Bitch! [Verse 1: Pimp C] Drop Seven in the pot, hit it with the soda Now I got what them Cali boys call A-1 Yola The south is circles and Atlanta is squares You lyin' 'bout the prices, it ain't seventeen up there I'm down with Young Buck and Buck down with Pimp C But ain't nobody got 'em for ten in no damn Tennessee It might be twenty-seven or it might be twenty three Dog and Biz use to come and get 'em for sixteen from me They had two niggas that would drive the shit back And they were servin' T, I took his bitch and his 'Lac His jewelry and his money and his 5.0 She had a baby from Priest, but that's still my hoe She was translating Spanish with the Mexican Tryna get a better price, T got fucked in the end She a square now, Dog and Biz both dead And pussy nigga T got locked in the Feds That was his Ferrari in the in the Juvie video The bitch killed Dog cause he was fuckin' his hoe Same time, T was fuckin' Dog wife Shot him from the back, T a bitch for life So if you see me in the streets, bitch, better keep steppin' Cause even on parole, I'm ice cold with the weapon So R.I.P. to Big Dog and his mother But at least before he died he killed your pussy ass brother [Hook] Aye look, you niggas ain't real You lyin' on your records You fuckin' with the trill So nigga come check us lil' bitch A true story lil' bitch True story lil' bitch A true story lil' bitch Hol' Up! (X2) [Verse] Aye look they call me Young Rayful, I keep that white bitch So drop it in a pot, Pussy nigga get rich The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid I keep it occupied by a bad yellow bitch She stay out on the stroll tryna get daddy rich A couple pink booties entered with the bitch I done lost everything that I own but my dick The music ain't nothin', so I had to push bricks So I hit the fuckin' slab for the 16.5 Fuck scorin' at the crib cause that shit to high Bad bitch, fake titties push 'em home in the ride Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind Aye look my nerves fucked up I just spent 82.5 If she get pulled over nigga, then I might as well die But I'm a make it home nigga, set that bitch on fire For every 36 bitch I'm making 72 [Hook] Aye look, you niggas ain't real You lyin' on your records You fuckin' with the trill So nigga come check us lil' bitch A true story lil' bitch True story lil' bitch A true story lil' bitch Hol' Up! (X2) [Verse] They say I'm just like a pimp