True Story

Текст песни B.G. - True Story <br/> [Mr. Ivan]<br /><br />Right now we got a lil&#039; youngsta<br />Lil&#039; Doogie, from the B.G.&#039;z<br />Do what&#039;cha gotta do mane<br />Say what&#039;cha gotta say Wayne<br /><br />( )<br />[Lil&#039; Wayne]<br />The rhymes you are about to hear are true<br /><br />[Mr. Ivan]<br />This some true shit.<br /><br />[First Verse-B.G.]<br /><br />Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song<br />Tipped it on, talkin&#039; bout 6th &amp; Baronne<br />When the fuckin&#039; lights on up early in the mornin&#039; , <br />All that muthafuckin&#039; creepin&#039;<br />Pissin&#039; on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin&#039;<br />Pussy ass<br />You know you can&#039;t survive,<br />You was creepin&#039; through that third, you must don&#039;t know it&#039;s do or die<br />Now that nigga on my list<br />A P-poppin&#039; bitch no disresp<br />P-Poppin&#039; bitch no disresp<br />P-poppin&#039;, P-Poppin&#039;, P-Poppin&#039; bitch no disrespect to the tenth<br />But there&#039;s a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick<br />Ridin&#039; and slidin&#039; with all that workin&#039; and twerkin&#039;<br />You can&#039;t be no &quot;G&quot;, cuz a &quot;G&quot; not down wit jerkin&#039;<br />Them niggas always comin&#039; with that play,<br />You want some real drama, why don&#039;t you bring that shit our way?<br />Cuz I&#039;m a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk,<br />Stuntin&#039; in a concert, take it to the fuckin&#039; trunk<br />Talkin&#039; all that bullshit, talkin&#039; all that shit on wax,<br />Talkin&#039; all that yak-yak, but I&#039;ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch<br />I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,<br />Real pussies in the can<br /><br />[Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan]<br /><br />The rhymes you are about to hear are true.<br />This some true shit.<br /><br />[Verse Two-B.G.]<br /><br />Chuck fuckin&#039; them niggas at niggggggggggght<br />They doin&#039; bad and slangin&#039; rhymes at the same time, ain&#039;t lyin&#039;!<br />Now this nigga is a muthafuckin&#039; dick beater<br />Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin&#039; cheerleader<br />Fuckin&#039; wit a B.G., best believe you will get served<br />I&#039;ma leavin&#039; ya muthafuckin&#039; thinking cap on the curb<br />Chuck got some mail? Cuz oh yes, I&#039;m comin&#039; to get&#039;cha<br />And if I don&#039;t get 20 G&#039;s I&#039;ma split&#039;cha,<br />I&#039;m a murderer, server, nigga come try to test<br />Had to put&#039;em to rest, no vest but one to the chest<br />But uh, you know you done fucked up don&#039;t cha?<br />Like Yella said, you mad cuz Ca$h Money didn&#039;t want&#039;cha<br />Let&#039;s move across that water strapped with that A.K.<br />They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.<br />Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South<br />Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth<br />Them niggas be rappin&#039;, very much trippin&#039;<br />Talkin&#039; all that nonsense, slippin&#039; talkin&#039; bout they be crippin&#039;<br />But it&#039;s like this, watch out before you get bucked<br />I&#039;m tellin&#039; coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up<br /><br />[Third Verse-B.G.]<br /><br />At first he was a cheerleader now he ain&#039;t that nigga to fuck wit<br />That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick<br />You duck sick when I catch&#039;cha, you best to start to runnin&#039;,<br />Cuz I&#039;m comin&#039;, start duckin&#039;, cuz I&#039;m bustin&#039;, and pluckin&#039;<br />Fuck it<br />Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch,<br />Puttin&#039; stank hoes in apartments and shit<br />And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM<br />When check time come, they gets nothin&#039;, you pluck em<br />And y&#039;all hoes for lettin&#039; him take it,<br />Hard rolled and fake it,<br />Niggas best to look like skatin&#039;<br />Now back to this muthafuckin&#039; Mystikal bitch<br />You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick<br />That&#039;s enough of this hoe shit on the real<br />If you don&#039;t spit &quot;G&quot; shit with skillz you can&#039;t pay bills I make mils<br />I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine<br />Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine<br />Don&#039;t whine, niggas can&#039;t handle me not hard<br />I&#039;m the bitch who came to fuck up the party<br />When I catch&#039;cha I&#039;ma kill ya don&#039;t worry, <br />This is another part of that fuckin&#039; true story<br /><br />[4th Verse-B.G.]<br /><br />Partners you bet not do no crime,<br />Get no time and go to JAIL<br />Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED<br />Mystikal you&#039;z a hoe, it&#039;s time I Iet&#039;cha know<br />Y&#039;all ain&#039;t ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes<br />I&#039;m gat totin&#039;, ready to leave your heart open<br />Bullets floatin&#039;, hot nine chambers smokin&#039;<br />Uptown, ya bound to get y&#039;all wig split<br />Y&#039;all represent a 17th set that don&#039;t even exist<br />Now that&#039;s a shame, you reppin&#039; just to get a name<br />You can&#039;t survive in this game cuz you niggas lame<br />I&#039;m ready to take it to some &quot;G&quot; shit, street shit<br />Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split<br />I&#039;m off Valence, ain&#039;t no doubt this B.G. ain&#039;t real<br />I&#039;m bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin&#039; steel<br />Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down<br />From this clown that&#039;s gonna put you six in the ground.<br />It&#039;s time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong<br />Rollin&#039; wit Tec-9 best believe it&#039;s on<br />Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up