B.G. — True Story

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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

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

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

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

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