True
G. Kemp Lyrics
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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]
[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", 'cause 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?
'cause 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 cool-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? 'cause 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 'cause 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',
'cause I'm comin', start duckin', 'cause 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
'cause 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 'cause 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
The song True by G. Kemp is a rap song that follows the story of ongoing beef between three different rappers from different gangs in New Orleans. Throughout the song, the rappers criticize each other, boast about their own gang affiliation, and make threats to each other. The song appears to be inspired by real-life events which the rappers were involved in. The lyrics paint a very colorful and violent picture of the New Orleans rap scene in the late 1990s.
In the song, B.G. accuses other rappers of being posers who aren't really "Gangsta", and brags about being a real Baby Gangsta down for that street funk. Lil Wayne and Mr. Ivan provide the bridge to the song with a mantra-like repetition that warns that the words being spit are true. B.G.s' rhymes are full of vivid imagery and violent threats, promising that when he catches his rivals from different gangs he will "kill ya don't worry", leaving "caps get peeled", and "wigs bound to get split."
Line by Line Meaning
Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
These lyrics are in response to Mystikal’s song “Beware”, which disrespected B.G.’s neighborhood. B.G. is saying he should have killed Mystikal and his crew when he heard the song.
Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne
Mystikal references 6th & Baronne, a street in New Orleans. B.G. is mocking Mystikal for claiming to know the streets when he’s really just a studio rapper.
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
B.G. is daring Mystikal and his crew to bring their drama to B.G.’s neighborhood.
I'ma murderer, server, nigga come try to test
B.G. is saying he’s willing to kill anyone who tests him.
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your cool-Aid pack bitch
B.G. is saying Mystikal talks too much and he’s going to take him down.
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
B.G. is calling out Mystikal for being a fake gangster who would fold under pressure.
Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch
B.G. is calling out rapper Chuck for being a coward and a fake.
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
B.G. is saying he’s willing to shut down any rapper who tries to disrespect him.
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
B.G. is giving a shoutout to his neighborhood, which is known as “Local five”. He’s saying Mystikal and his crew wouldn’t be able to handle the real gangsters in the area.
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Uptown is a neighborhood in New Orleans where B.G. is from. He’s saying if you come to Uptown and disrespect him or his neighborhood, you’re going to get hurt.
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground
B.G. is referencing 6 feet under, meaning he’s going to kill Mystikal and his crew.
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up
B.G. is calling out anyone who wants to test him and his gang, daring them to raise up.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BYRON O. THOMAS, CHRISTOPHER DORSEY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@ausirias7372
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@kidjustice7945
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@jenntolentino432
Hahahaha
@katebanks6047
I love you I admit it.
@Apollo_Blaze
Thats wild, lol
@xenodf6069
Google finds comments like these on videos, thus helping people find the song :)
@nmarks
Musically, the 1980s was a truly fantastic decade.
@danbasta3677
It took some getting use to the 80's style, however your quite right, it's the very last decade of music that was really good and made a great deal of sense. After that silly, crappy rap crap too over the airwaves, music went down hill in a heartbeat. Matter of fact once that rap crap took over a lot of radio stations throughout the country changed their format to nothing but talk shows and or this silly sports talk show gig.
@angeliawillislane5648
Glad I got to be there
@ZXLNT
Absolutely the best!!!