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(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 |
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[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 |
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[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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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