B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - True Story lyrics

[Mr. Ivan] 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 [Lil' Wayne] The rhymes you are about to hear are true [Mr. Ivan] This some true sh**. [Verse 1: B.G.] Shoulda k**ed you b**hes when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the f**in' lights on up early in the mornin', All that muthaf**in' creepin' Pissin' on the set when a n***a Dee, sleepin' p**y a** You know you can't survive, You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die Now that n***a on my list A P-poppin' b**h no disresp P-Poppin' b**h no disresp P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' b**h no disrespect to the tenth But there's a p**y in your face and they can s** and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and t**n' You can't be no "G", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin' Them n***as always comin' with that play, You want some real drama, why don't you bring that sh** our way? Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk, Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the f**in' trunk Talkin' all that bullsh**, talkin' all that sh** on wax, Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack b**h I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL, Real pussies in the can [Bridge 1: Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan] The rhymes you are about to hear are true. This some true sh**. [Verse 2: B.G.] Chuck f**in' them n***as at n**ggggggggght They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'! Now this n***a is a muthaf**in' dick beater Heard at Corn[?] he was a muthaf**in' cheerleader f**in' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served I'ma leavin' ya muthaf**in' 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, n***a come try to test Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest But uh, you know you done f**ed 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 n***as 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 a** n***as to raise up, raise up, raise up [Verse 3: B.G.] At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that n***a to f** wit That goes to show you studio yeah that n***a 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' f** it Chuck, you big trick, you hoe b**h, Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and sh** And ummm, them n***as who help you get the money you straight fu*k 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, n***as best to look like skatin' Now back to this muthaf**in' Mystikal b**h You wanna jump on a n***a like a morphodyke come jump on the dick That's enough of this hoe sh** on the real If you don't spit "G" sh** with sk**z you can't pay bills I make mils I close the shop for them n***as wanna shine Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine Don't whine, n***as can't handle me not hard I'm the b**h who came to f** up the party When I catch'cha I'ma k** ya don't worry, This is another part of that f**in' true story [Verse 4: B.G.] 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 n***as lame I'm ready to take it to some "G" sh**, street sh** 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 f**in' steel Peel, make n***as kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a n***a put Big Boy where the f** they belong Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise u