B.G. - True Story Lyrics
[mr. ivan]Right now we got a lil youngstaLil doogie, from the b.g.zDo whatcha gotta do maneSay whatcha 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 *****es when we heard that songTipped it on, talkin bout 6th & baronneWhen the *****in lights on up early in the mornin ,All that mutha*****in creepinPissin on the set when a nigga dee, sleepin***** assYou know you cant survive,You was creepin through that third, you must dont know its do or dieNow that nigga on my listA p-poppin ***** no disrespP-poppin ***** no disrespP-poppin, p-poppin, p-poppin ***** no disrespect to the tenthBut theres a ***** in your face and they can suck and dickRidin and slidin with all that workin and twerkinYou cant be no g, cuz a g not down wit jerkinThem niggas always comin with that play,You want some real drama, why dont you bring that shit our way?Cuz Im a baby gangsta down for that street funk,Stuntin in a concert, take it to the *****in trunkTalkin all that bullshit, talkin all that shit on wax,Talkin all that yak-yak, but ima split your kool-aid pack *****I got my pistol close at hand, this 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 *****in them niggas at niggggggggggghtThey doin bad and slangin rhymes at the same time, aint lyin!Now this nigga is a mutha*****in dick beaterHeard at corn(? ) he was a mutha*****in cheerleader*****in wit a b.g., best believe you will get servedIma leavin ya mutha*****in thinking cap on the curbChuck got some mail? cuz oh yes, Im comin to getchaAnd if I dont get 20 gs ima splitcha,Im a murderer, server, nigga come try to testHad to putem to rest, no vest but one to the chestBut uh, you know you done *****ed up dont cha?Like yella said, you mad cuz ca$h money didnt wantchaLets 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 southMystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouthThem niggas be rappin, very much trippinTalkin all that nonsense, slippin talkin bout they be crippinBut its like this, watch out before you get buckedIm tellin coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up[third verse-b.g.]At first he was a cheerleader now he aint that nigga to ***** witThat goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quickYou duck sick when I catchcha, you best to start to runnin,Cuz Im comin, start duckin, cuz Im bustin, and pluckin***** itChuck, you big trick, you hoe *****,Puttin stank hoes in apartments and shitAnd ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight ***** emWhen check time come, they gets nothin, you pluck emAnd yall hoes for lettin him take it,Hard rolled and fake it,Niggas best to look like skatinNow back to this mutha*****in mystikal *****You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dickThats enough of this hoe shit on the realIf you dont spit g shit with skillz you cant pay bills I make milsI close the shop for them niggas wanna shineSign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spineDont whine, niggas cant handle me not hardIm the ***** who came to ***** up the partyWhen I catchcha ima kill ya dont worry,This is another part of that *****in true story[4th verse-b.g.]Partners you bet not do no crime,Get no time and go to jailCuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailedMystikal youz a hoe, its time I ietcha knowYall aint ready for local five, got a boot camp fulla hoesIm gat totin, ready to leave your heart openBullets floatin, hot nine chambers smokinUptown, ya bound to get yall wig splitYall represent a 17th set that dont even existNow thats a shame, you reppin just to get a nameYou cant survive in this game cuz you niggas lameIm ready to take it to some g shit, street shitWhere caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get splitIm off valence, aint no doubt this b.g. aint realIm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my *****in steelPeel, make niggas kneel, bow downFrom this clown thats gonna put you six in the ground.Its time a nigga put big boy where the ***** they belongRollin wit tec-9 best believe its onRaise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up
