ฟังเพลงTrue Story (Explicit)

True Story (Explicit) - B.G.

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

The rhymes you are about to hear are true

This some true sh*t

Shoulda killed you b**ches when we heard that song

Tipped it on talking 'bout 6th and Baronne

When the f**king lights on up early in the morning

All that muthaf**king creeping

Pissing on the set when a ni**a Dee sleeping

P**sy a** you know you cangt survive

You was creepingthrough that third you must dongt know it's do or die

Now that ni**a on my list

A p-popping b**ch no disresp' p-popping b**ch no disresp'

P-popping p-popping p-popping b**ch no disrespect to the tenth

But there's a p**sy in your face and they can suck and dick

Riding and sliding with all that working and twerking

You cangt be no G 'cuz a G not down wit' jerking

Them niggas always coming with that play

You want some real drama why dongt you bring that sh*t our way

'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk

Stunting in a concert take it to the f**king trunk

Talking all that b******t talking all that sh*t on wax

Talking all that yak-yak but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack b**ch

I got my pistol close at hand this for the real real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are about to hear are true

This some true sh*t

Chuck f**king them niggas at night

They doing bad and slanging rhymes at the same time aingt lying

Now this ni**a is a muthaf**king dick beater

Heard at Corn(unverified) he was a muthaf**king cheerleader

F**king wit a B.G. best believe you will get served

I'ma leaving ya muthaf**king thinking cap on the curb

Chuck got some mail 'Cuz oh yes I'm coming to get'cha

And if I dongt get 20 G's I'ma split'cha

I'm a murderer server ni**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**ked up dongt cha

Like Yella said you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didngt 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 rapping very much tripping

Talking all that nonsense slipping talking bout they be cripping

But it's like this watch out before you get bucked

I'm telling coward a** niggas to raise up raise up raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he aingt that ni**a to f**k wit

That goes to show you studio yeah that ni**a buck quick

You duck sick when I catch'cha you best to start to running

Cuz I'm coming start ducking cuz I'm busting and plucking f**k it

Chuck you big trick you hoe b**ch

Putting stank hoes in apartments and sh*t

And ummm them niggas who help you get the money

You straight f**k 'em

When check time come they gets nothing you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for letting him take it hard rolled and fake it

Niggas best to look like skating

Now back to this muthaf**king Mystikal b**ch

You wanna jump on a ni**a like a morphodyke come jump on the dick

That's enough of this hoe sh*t on the real

If you dongt spit G sh*t with skillz you cangt 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

Dongt whine niggas cangt handle me not hard

I'm the b**ch who came to f**k up the party

When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya dongt worry

This is another part of that f**king true story

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 let'cha know

Y'all aingt ready for Local five got a boot camp fulla hoes

I'm gat toting ready to leave your heart open

Bullets floating hot nine chambers smoking

Uptown ya bound to get y'all wig split

Y'all represent a 17th set that dongt even exist

Now that's a shame you repping just to get a name

You cangt survive in this game 'cuz you niggas lame

I'm ready to take it to some G sh*t street sh*t

Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split

I'm off Valence aingt no doubt this B.G. aingt real

I'm bout to hiccup some bullets out my f**king steel

Peel make niggas kneel bow down

From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground

It's time a ni**a put Big Boy where the f**k they belong

Rolling wit' tec-9 best believe it's on

Raise up raise up raise up raise up raise up