B.G. - True Story (2001) by B.G. (보컬) on maniadb.com

(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 shit.

(First Verse-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", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play,
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
Cuz 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

(Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan)

The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.

(Verse Two-B.G.)

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'!
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) 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? 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, 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 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 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

(Third Verse-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',
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz 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 come, 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 skillz 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

(4th Verse-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 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 *hic* 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

[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass
I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack
Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall
Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me
87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to do me
This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]2x
I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

[B.G.]
The bid-ness flowin smooth like water
I got some fuckin clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold
I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight
But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright
Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin
Them hoes a nigga mackin
And you know I'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me
Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set
I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin
Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird
Now have you fuckin heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin serve
A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]2x

[B.G.]
Like Pac, I'm in so much pain
I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain
14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine
Tryin to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin skills
The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya
Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash
When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on
So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head
Make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled
I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet

[Chorus]4x

[First Verse-B.G.]
A nigga tried to test my nuts
Clown thought I was soft
Drumma had ten clicks
So you know I had to knock his head off
Caught him slipping on the darkside
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fucken clown die
Bitch, Don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G
Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold
Situation bout this nigga
Make at a thousand plugs and slow
He shouldn't killed me for his dick
I'm gon' play him like a hoe
The nigga deserved to be killed
Tried to play me like im not real
But I'ma pop a Red then chop ya
Yes, that cap got peeled
I had no motha fucken love
Man I'm down to plug
'Cuz I'm a gangsta off Valence
A true fucken thug

[Hook-B.G.]
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street

[Second Verse-Lil' Wayne]
Niggas be tryin to creep
So you better watch your back
Fore a Holly Grove nigga run all in your set
So much love for them niggas out that Y 17
That Holly Grove in affect, its all good
It goes...check it...
'H' is for High
Like we always get
We gettin blunted, sessed, smokin Bobo Bush
Then the 'O' is for Olly, bracin real, real niggas
Double 'L' is for Low Life
Who love to pull the trigga
The 'Y' is for Yes y'all
Yes, Yes, my brotha
I'm Baby G from that Grove motha fucka
The 'G' is for Gat
The 'R' is for Ratta tat!
I'm his back Boom Boom Boom
'Cuz its like that
'O' is for Only
Only Holly Grove
The 'V' is for Villion
Them wild, wild, soljas
'E' is for Eagle
Yes the Eagles took me through some real, real, gangstas
Out the Y 17

[Hook-B.G.]
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle

[Third Verse-B.G.]
Its hard
But I still gotta stand like a man
Gotta strap
Gotta watch out
'Cuz jealous niggas on my ass
Try'na bring me down
But I ain't got no more that you got
I'm strugglin like you
Tryen' to stack a motha fucken lot
I stop you in your tracks
No thug when you fucken touched
Stay yo grounds when you a thug
Be a true fucken thug
Ready to blast any nigga in yo way
You got a fucken K
So don't hesitate to use yo K
Boom chocka', Boom chocka', Boom to the head
Makin sure the bitch is dead
Like a thug then you fled the fucken scene
When cop uh, try to stop uh
You always, try to pop uh
But if they run to yo clip
Then motha fuckas got ta' droppa
Thats just how it is
Somebody will get plugged
'Cuz I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fucken thug

[Hook-B.G.]
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street

[Fourth Verse-Lil' Wayne]
We slangin ou-r dope
Clocken much, much dollars
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo by the hour
Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know
That I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'Cuz my game is to go...
Just to Eagle Street
Hussler - I can never lose my self
'Cuz them niggas in the Grove
I know they all got my back
Just the 17 - thang
Its all about that Holly Grove
So throw yo hands up
So I can knock out all you hoes
You runnen 'round talken - you's a slugged up nigga
But when I get through
You just a bone-mouth nigga
Try'na explain to them everything
But they don't understand a word
Blood flyin everywhere
Was all they they seen
And all they heard
So you better fill your mouth
With that fake retainer
Messin 'round with a villian
I'ma put you in somethang
So take my advice
And see yo way at the Grove
You uh push some real villians
And you die like a stove
Just a real, real hustler out that Y 17
McDonald wit that Holly Grove
Thats that gangsta Eagle Street

[Hook-B.G.]
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street

[Fifth Verse-B.G.]
A hustla
They chill and live they thug life on that V. Street
A gangsta
No busta represent that fucken 13th
Bad like a motha fucka
Shitted nigga come and rap strap wit that fucken Tec
When I'm chillen' on the set
That 9-5 has got to be locked
So a nigga jump-shot
On my block you will get mugged
'Cuz there's 'bout a hundred thugs
T-H-U-G thats the life a nigga live in
Always down for killen
Hollows, niggas peelin
Drugs, is niggas dealin
You gots to be real'n
Sleepin 'round that Val. its yo life a nigga's stealin
But fuck it now nigga, the B.G. is in affect
From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen on the set

[Hook-B.G.]
I'm a Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Uptown solja
Can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas we be chillen off Valence Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja
Can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen off Eagle Street

I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell.
And right then and there it's no hope
cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.
Can't survive in the Compton city.
And fool thats bet.
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set.
Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to.
Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you
straight off the mutherfuckin block.
Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked.
geah, who gives a fuck about another.
Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers.
Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under.

(scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under.)

Now I'm a few ages older
got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder.
And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part,
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart.
Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality.
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker.
Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit.
Fool, and ready die for this shit.
One times can't fade the gang tuff.
Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough.
I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under.

Chorus:
+(police is hot, so I'm watching my back...)

I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin'
Times heard this brother pulled a 187.
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime.
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine.
Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G,
because how the odds are looking, its either him or me.
So I loads up the strap and I step
cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.
Revenge. That's what its all about.
See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out.
Stare the fool down with the eye contact.
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt.
Blast was the sound that one times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder.
Was it worth it I've always wondered.
Maybe if the hood didn't take me under.

Geah, this going out to all the niggas,
It's going out to my niggas.
Its going out to all the niggas,
My nigga Mike T

First Verse: {B.G.}

Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all
Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall
Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang
If some fuckin' drama jump act a fool with yo bank
Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushin' from they dome
Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash
Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass
You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck
Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up

Verse Two: {E. Vicious}

See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99
I want all my fuckin' money but bitch you got to die
Nigga

Verse Three: {B.G.}

The game ain't the same you can't be lame
You got to be a true thug ain't let yo fuckin' nuts hang
A nigga like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig
Stank bitch can suck my dick motherfuck a pussy pig
I straight handle my business and I strap my gat
Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's
Down for my stacks

Chorus: {E. Vicious}

I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack
I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack
I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack

Verse Four: {E. Vicious}

It's some fucked up shit with all this fuckin' killin'
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin'
Watchin' niggas kill niggas over doppin' bitches
And these so called gangsters turned snitches
But I don't get involved with that dumb shit
I want the bitches, the riches and the power to run shit
So dog ass hoes don't even step to me
If you don't suck dick or pay bills you ain't no help to me
Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under
Yeah I'm that nigga wonder and I ain't takin' shit
>From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up
So bitches you can run up
Peep this situation about this bitch that I know
Never gave my play but heard me on the radio
She wants to know what I've been doin' all the time
You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes
I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago
Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow
Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a attitude
You ain't know the Vicious on the come up move

Verse Five: {Baby}

My niggas gave me love my niggas gave me dubs
My niggas watch me come up from a motherfuckin' scrub

Verse Six: {E. Vicious}

So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas
Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes and pullin triggers
Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
Motherfuckin' brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a fuck about these dog ass hoes
Black I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks

Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan}

You know it's all about money bitch
Smokin' on that chronic gettin' buzzed out
Drinkin' on that gin and juice a blunt hangin' from my mouth
I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile
The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fuckin' p nile
Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog ass
Started sellin' hats I went to countin' bundles of cash
Got out of jail again caught myself a felony
I knew I should have listened to what the fuck my mama was tellin' me
Then seven months of fuck school and den I rolled out
Started missin' money so that's why the fuck I moved out
Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive
When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed twenty-five
I'm on the map now to teach you'll a lesson
I'm bustin' caps, cops try'na take my Smith n Wesson man
Blok Boom on that ass again introduce you to a lil' friend
I swore to crack that I was gonna be gettin' paid fast
Gettin' paid cash then I blast nigga
I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back
I'm on that ass down for my fuckin' stacks