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+Nasty Nasty[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+I like 'em nasty
+Real nasty, yeah
+She like me, I'm nasty
+I like her, she nasty, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty
+I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Ooh)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (Ooh), I like 'em nasty, nasty
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+I like to jump in that pussy and suck on them fingers
+I promise you, girl, I don't miss
+Squeeze on that ass while I rub on your asshole
+While you motorbike up on the dick
+Suck on my dick and I give you a kiss
+Ugh, guess I'm a nasty lil' bitch
+I'm with the shit, yes, I'm with the shit
+If you fuckin' with me, then you fuckin' it big
+I know some lil' booties who nasty (Woo)
+I got some big booties who nasty (Woo)
+This who I go to when I wan' be happy
+'Cause they nasty, nasty (Nasty)
+I like a bitch who go do what I tell her
+Suck on that dick in some freezing cold weather
+Play with that pussy right there in the car
+Fuck all that rubber, she want that dick raw
+She got that wet-wet certified
+Takin' you there when she look in your eye
+Wet-wet, slip and slide
+Know I'm tryna slip and slide (Yeah)
+I'm in that pussy and I like to take (Yeah)
+Taste like that Act' in a good Fanta grape
+On that X, trippin', me and bae
+Ate her ass, Kevin Gates (Know what I like)
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Mulatto]
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah, mmh)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty
+
+[Verse 2: Mulatto]
+He like 'em nasty (Mmh)
+Freaky as fuck, but she classy (Classy)
+Suck on that dick without askin' (Ooh)
+Swallow them kids in the back seat (Yeah)
+He put his thumb in (Thumb in)
+Hit from the back, ain't no runnin' (Uh)
+Hit from the side and I'm cummin' (Cummin')
+Turn around, let him nut on my stomach (Mmh, yeah)
+Ridin' his face, nigga, eat up the clit (Yeah)
+Look in his eyes when I lick on the tip
+Taking his soul when I dance on the dick (Ooh)
+Spit in my mouth, I'm with all of that shit
+Hit with no rubber, bae, I wanna feel it
+Shoot the club up with my legs to the ceiling
+Hands 'round my neck, swear this boy tryna kill me
+Yeah, we get busy off the Henny
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Nasty)
+I like 'em nasty, nasty (Bitch, I'm nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Betrayed[Intro]
+Dear God
+I ask you to make my heart cold tonight
+From all strangers all bustas
+You know what im talking about?
+Father God I been betrayed
+Cause I been betrayed
+Feel like they beat me like a slave
+How many niggas been betrayed out there tonight
+Plenty of times nigga
+Nigga don't keep it real no more
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+After all the fucking shit we done been through (huh bruh)
+All the pussy niggas we done tend to (huh bruh)
+But it don't mean nothing when a nigga money low
+Niggas will shoot you in the back and cut yo fucking throat like Rich and Alpo
+Now its hard for me to trust somebody
+Family neither they'll steal if they know you got it
+God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
+That's why I wake up say my prayers and be like fuck a nigga
+Bitches want riches so they trying to slide the rubber off trying to get pregnant
+When you stupid hoes gon' learn yo lesson (mm mm mm)
+Man it seem like the mo love you show a nigga
+When you fall off you be like damn did I know this nigga
+I'm glad I rap cuz these days they testify
+Nigga ain't catch you with nothin' and he got 25
+Just cuz he say he gon' ride don't mean he loyal dawg
+It's Cain and Abel again forgive us father God
+[Hook]
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+They criticize me huh, they talk about me bad
+Ain't nobody wanna sign me, I had to show my ass
+If I love you ain't no question i'd give my last
+One day this heart gonna get me zipped up in a body bag
+What about ya first love? Huh she played it cold didn't it?
+Made a nigga shed a tear and she changed a nigga
+So we fuck'em and dump'em never trust'em or love'em
+No need for friends, fuck friends, friends turn into bustas
+Momma gonna tell ya when that nigga ain't right (momma know!)
+Momma know because she pray every night
+I done and wash my hands with all this pussy shit
+Niggas be hating but Boosie Boo he hood rich
+On top of that I'm a Scorpio so I'm unforgivable
+First time you fuck with me dog I let them killas go
+I'm down and dirty cause a nigga heard me
+Geefus supposed to be dead but I let him slide cause he ain't worth it
+[Hook]
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Feel like somebody burning candles on me
+That's why that choppa in my phantom and my house got all them cameras on it
+Know I'm standing under the light
+So I just try to do right
+Ain't been in church but I pray every night
+Its like I used to didn't give a fuck
+But over the years I don learned and I got out here
+And earned so much to live for
+My niggas tell me slow it down for real you need to chill bruh
+Stay up on your grind, take your time, bring your kids up
+My grandma told me look at you look what the streets done did to ya
+Alot of niggas done changed on me
+I came up they switched up my daughter almost died, man it all seem wrong
+The only thing good is my dog came home
+My mind gone my heart mad my soul so pissed
+I think my niggas tried to rob me, that's some fucked up shit
+Blowing killa when I ride, in my mirror when I ride by
+Can see some niggas doing a coward-ass drive-by
+Some of these pussies really think that they got 9 lives
+You might as well don't even bust back
+Cause this bitch 100 shots
+And we been getting it by the pound
+You know we blunted out
+Something fancy stunt it out
+Throwing money out
+[Hook]
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted
+Father God I been betrayed (turn on me)
+Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie)
+But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes)
+We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Crazy[Hook]
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, or break me
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me
+They say that I'm crazy
+
+[Verse 1]
+Cuz I pistol whipped that nigga for forty minutes, straight
+With my shit fuck up your face
+Said I was in the court I beat my murder case
+They must forgot I'm the reason the whole hood ate
+Think I'm crazy and get baptized call me Rambo in that South Side
+Straight in school, but in the streets I was baptized
+Jail charges back-to-back they like old crazy ass Boosie Boo
+If you was facing that needle, you would get loaded too
+Business-minded now I'm shining making this shit so real
+Can't be crazy I don't got no 360 deal
+Rapped about the court system cuz that's how I feel
+Do wrong I'll tell you about it, that's how I is
+Do that make me crazy? Huh?
+[Hook]
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, or break me
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me
+They say that I'm crazy
+
+[Verse 2]
+I might be
+(Boosie look like he on that molly)
+Girl I might be
+They say I'm crazy cuz I hang round niggas like beef
+Nigga I'm country club living, I'm like P
+Don't see my other side, so keep on moving
+In Louisiana streets I'm like J. Prince in Houston ( The Godfather)
+They say my music make the goons keep goonin
+What about the government who don't give us opportunities huh?
+I ain't crazy
+
+[Hook]
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, or break me
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me
+They say that I'm crazy
+[Verse 3]
+Label ask my why you wanna name your album that
+I'm touching down to cause hell how I answer that
+They say I'm crazy for having all these baby mommas
+But I was young they was fresh so I raw dogged em
+Phone ringing don't even answer that's my dog calling
+Some shit I'm trying to look over he ready to off em
+Boosie music this the best shit on the market
+Can't be crazy I got honor roll sons and daughters
+Can't be crazy I ain't never toot my nose with powder
+But I done thug round plenty niggas toot they nose with powder
+23 hour lockdown, two years of cold showers
+Couldn't turn me crazy, and couldn't turn me soft
+They try to take my life, but they couldn't take my power
+Nobody testified, I know they hate my power
+They say she crazy, but fucking with all them baller niggas
+Get your money girl, break all them niggas
+Shit they ducks anyway
+
+[Hook]
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, or break me
+They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes
+I feel like I'm crazy
+But I know I'm not crazy
+And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me
+They say that I'm crazy
+I ain't crazy24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Show Da World[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+I just wanna show the world
+That I really do this shit
+That I really make quality street music, know what I'm talking about
+And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
+I just done seen seen a lot, you know what I'm talking about
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I got my own voice, sing my own hooks
+Fresh fade, nice smile, got my own look
+I just like to make people happy
+Four kids, I just like being a good daddy
+But I'm a gangsta and I rock shows
+A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes
+Damn, hoes, that's a figure of speech
+Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me
+As for my fans, I love y'all
+Straight up, y'all a part of me, so when they hate, they hate us
+Money keep a nigga going to better things
+Mane, I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain
+But I'm fly like Weezy
+Plus, the hood niggas, man, they believe me like Jeezy
+And I just like to have a good time
+Hit the yo, smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes
+[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+Father, forgive me, I was raised on some real shit
+So I can't sugarcoat shit, not a lil bit
+Inside, I'm sad 'bout my dad
+Since I lost my grams, ain't been giving a damn
+But I still hold my head high, and sometimes I cry
+But when I cry, mane, I don't know why
+I feel trapped to be a superstar
+A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it
+And I spend it, with no problem
+You don't like Badazz, then that's your problem
+M.O.B., wouldn't give a damn if the hoes holla
+Love cars, love broads, with a passion
+I ain't never have shit, so I'm flashy
+I work hard, go and get it on the road
+Seven month run, 750 out for shows, get it?
+I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit
+Still got the same hood clique
+[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+I told my teacher to her eyes, I'mma make it there
+She ain't even look surprised, gave me another F
+Or a fucking D, happy you got a C
+Fuck the world and be whatever you wanna be
+Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence
+Whenever you step outta line, it's a consequence
+We all overseas, we puffing weed
+We'll make you niggas bleed, yes in-fucking-deed
+747, yelling 747
+On the real, we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
+The world tried to pull us down, but we ain't fucking let it
+I woulda did some of it different, but I don't regret it
+That's one thing about me, though, I never been a quitter
+That's seizure shit, crazy, shout out to the hospital
+Rest in peace, ma, I'mma be on TV
+Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family
+[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga86EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Wipe Me Down[Intro: Foxx]
+Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+This one be the remix ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+Man you already know what it is ya heard me (C'ause I'm on, wipe me down)
+We still on ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+We still ridin' on chrome ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+We still pullin' up ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down)
+
+[Verse 1: Foxx]
+I pull up at the club VIP
+Gas tank on E
+But all drinks on me (Wipe me down)
+Fresh kicks, fresh white tall tee
+Fresh NFL hat, fresh bauds with the crease (Wipe me down)
+Pussy niggas wanna hit me with they heat
+Real recognize real
+Real niggas gon' speak (Wipe me down)
+Jiggalatin' I been rolling bout a week
+You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (Wipe me down)
+Black shades so you know a nigga rolling
+They ain't check me at the door
+So ain't no telling what I'm holding (Wipe me down)
+Bad bitches they gon' bust it wide open
+Niggas flashing they lil' bread
+But I'm the nigga they approachin' (Wipe me down)
+Small niggas, tall figures
+Y'all niggas, crowd niggas
+We gon' get MAC-11s and dog niggas (Wipe me down)
+Y'all niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas
+Get your issue and whoever fall with ya
+[Hook: Foxx]
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+B-O-O-S-I-E B-A-D-A-Z-Z that's me (Wipe me down)
+Redbones, caramels, all of 'em stop and stare
+All of 'em try and steal my underwear (Wipe me down)
+I like to floss like Rick Ross
+Got a hit called Set It Off
+When I sing it everybody set it off (Wipe me down)
+Black mink
+Damn don't play with me
+I bust ya dome eight whips on chrome
+You can gon' (Wipe me down)
+Fresh fade fresh J's on the corner playing spades
+I'm an ordinary person but I'm paid (Wipe me down)
+Foxx flipping Webbie smokin' and we choking on a whole pound of purple
+Famous like the Ninja Turtles (Wipe me down)
+Just left New York City
+Hooked up with P. Diddy
+Finna blow past 50 you gon' have (Wipe me down)
+We the best I'm a fool
+I'm the hemi man
+Red light, green light, yellow light
+Get it man
+[Hook: Foxx]
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Hot drop, drop top, top drop
+Hoes drop it like it's hot
+Yeah nigga, I'm the shit (Wipe me down)
+You see this ice on my wrist
+How it glis' soon as the light hit
+You can't lie the ice sick (Wipe me down)
+Purple got me smelling funky
+Red monkey 500 dollars on 'em
+You ain't seen these yet (Wipe me down)
+Beating, you can hear me way around the corner
+Paint wet with the 24's on 'em, that's a bet (Wipe me down)
+Ol' ladies, baby mommas, few fiances
+Nigga's wife, savage life
+Who I'm gonna fuck next (Wipe me down)
+And I use the Lifestyle or the Magnum
+Or the Trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (Wipe me down)
+Man this chain hit me for a couple grand
+Oh no, I ain't complaining
+Just watch how you wipe my chest (Wipe me down)
+A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil' longer
+I'd'a put that dick up on her
+But I had a flight to catch (Wipe me down)
+[Foxx]
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
+
+[Hook: Foxx]
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)
+'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Set It Off[Intro]
+Yeah - we finna set it off in this motherfucker, ya heard me
+I'm finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash can with this one
+I'm tired of all you bitch ass niggas, y'all annoyin me right now - fuh real nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+You wanna talk shit?, you wanna run ya mouth?
+You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin house?
+We'll set this bitch off, yeah set this bitch off
+We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off
+
+[Verse 1]
+They call me Bad Azz, and I'll punish you
+You ain't my equal, we ain't people - I ain't one of you
+Since '98 I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table
+I told momma I'm thuggin outside, we don't need cable
+Now I'm the nipples on the titty, I'm the motor called a "Hemi"
+I'm the V-12 in that 760, you niggas bitches
+We real niggas with G-codes
+We love to go in beast mode
+We thuggin, we all got bread so if we fall we the crutches
+We the do'do in the dutches
+I'm the photo in the camera, I'm the pistol when it snap ya
+I got the sickest Bimmer - I got the sickest Magnum
+I got the sickest Charger - y'all's thirty mines forty
+I told you niggas let me get me, for you get stretched in the streets
+This the day that you gon'be deceased, for playin with a beast
+I told Turk take off my collar I'm finna take it there
+You niggas ain't play at my projects, y'all played at the fair
+Trill Entertainment that's my thugs there - there's love there
+D.A. don't search my house cause ain't no motherfuckin drugs there
+We smart with this shit, we got retarded with this shit
+Duece, duece up in my shoe I set it off up in this bitch, nigga
+[Chorus]
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+You jumpin'like a frog we'll put you on that wall
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+
+[Verse 2 - Boosie]
+Mayne I be thuggin, I be fresh, I be super clean
+With gucci shades, with some J's you ain't never seen
+The race car jacket with about 80 fuckin patches
+With the car to match it, Tony Stewart it's a classic
+Y'all penny pinchin nigga - we spendin on y'all niggas
+Call Savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these niggas
+Mayne you don't wanna fuck with me
+I learned from the streets, I roll with my heat
+Never turn on peeps - cause I'm gutta
+Came out my momma a hustla
+Been through the rain and the pain now I'm a dirty motherfucker
+I'll hurt a motherfucker, set it off in this bitch
+Y'all niggas coughin in this bitch, we flossin in this bitch
+And I walk real well, fuck goin to jail
+Come home and set it off and get ya mail, nigga
+I got a mind full of evil thoughts
+Don't get ya people caught, by my people house - cause believe me I'm a set it off, bitch
+[Chorus]
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+You jumpin'like a frog we'll put you on that wall
+Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
+My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off
+
+[Verse 3]
+Oh you bucked up and fucked up and you ain't got no mind
+Don't even respect ya elders, no you ain't respectin mine
+But I'm gon'hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
+Shoulda put somethin on yo'ass when you was a lil'nigga
+But you wanna play with the real niggas, we'll set it off
+Bitch you scared to let it off plus ya daddy wasn't no dog
+Ya momma had more heart then ya daddy bitch ass
+He ain't gon'set nothin off that's who made you soft
+Bitch you wanna come in that south, where it get dumb in that drought
+Where niggas wild out like O-Dog and run in yo house
+And runnin' yo mouth, it's crucial watch what you say 'bout Boosie
+Cause Boosie tote uzi's and his hit man foolish
+I ain't never had shit, but I can fuck a bad bitch
+Quicker then you can count to 6, (1-2-3-4-5-6) she hit
+I don't play, I lay laws you my size I break jaws
+I get disrespected at all, I set it off nigga
+[Chorus]
+I set it off in this motherfucker
+Don't make me let it off in this motherfucker
+And you gon' respect a dog up in this motherfucker
+Cause I'll set it off, set it off
+I set it off in this motherfucker
+Don't make me let it off in this motherfucker
+And you gon' respect a dog up in this motherfucker
+Cause I'll set it off, set it off
+
+[Outro]
+This Boosie, Bad Azz nigga, and it ain't no game with me
+Ya heard me, aye nigga ain't nobody fuckin with me out here - ya heard me
+I'm comin sick straight from the heart everytime
+Knah'im'sayin I hit the streets, knah'im'sayin I touch you from everywhere
+You can put this bitch in and ride out
+Every song it ain't no game with me nigga
+And if you don't like me and you a lame, we'll go on set it off then nigga22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Juice[Intro]
+Toomp
+Boosie Badazz
+
+[Hook]
+Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that
+They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice
+Bitch you gets no juice
+And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised
+Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you
+And you can’t lie
+
+[Verse 1]
+These niggas be talking bout this, these niggas be talking bout that
+But they ain't never slung that yak, they ain’t ever laid in that rack
+On that other side
+Of the wall where the real walk, cold nights, real talk
+Niggas they telling lies, nigga what block you off?
+I’m just a hustling ass nigga with a gift partner
+You just a buster ass nigga on a trip partner
+You got no juice, I got the juice, the whole world love me
+CNN say I got the whole world thugging
+Sometimes it’s best to walk away, save yourself a case
+Cause they in court testifying on us every day
+Everybody want to be fly, but don’t nobody want to get robbed
+For reputations, they lie
+[Hook]
+Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that
+They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice
+Bitch you gets no juice
+And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised
+Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you
+And you can’t lie
+
+[Verse 2]
+They exaggerating for these women, hoping they look at em different
+But now you playing the people, since little one caught you slipping
+You’s a rat, you ain’t ready for the lifestyle
+When the K’s cocked and the lights out
+What you know about not going in till it’s lights out?
+Niggas checking niggas bout hoes, you gots no juice
+All in them people’s section flexing, nigga don’t even know you
+I believe in actions, no words, no weight
+Nigga in LA nine years ago said he was gon' hook me up with Dre
+
+[Hook]
+Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that
+They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice
+Bitch you gets no juice
+And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised
+Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold
+Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you
+And you can’t lie
+[Outro]
+Nigga you ain’t got no juice
+Nigga you ain’t Boosie Boo
+You ain’t even got no juice like that
+You ain’t the truth like that
+Nigga don’t even know you (No juice)
+Nigga don’t even know you (No juice)
+Nigga don’t even know you (No juice)
+Nigga don’t even know you (No juice)
+And you can't lie38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Brothers Keeper[Intro]
+Big Wayne on the track, I know u hear that baseline!
+
+[Hook]
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+I ride for you nigga!
+I'd die for you nigga!
+And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga!
+I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug
+I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'd be that shoulder that you lean on (ride or die)
+Right there when the beef on (F-f-f-fire)
+I'd be the nigga that take care of your kids, if you die
+Get on the stand for my nigga and lie
+Cause he my brother from another mother
+Same shit up in our veins, shout out to Marlo mane
+Shout out to Charmane, this for my cousins B and Trill
+I call em' veterans
+So much love they see inside me when I'm stressin' man
+Daryl Milton been runnin' since we was little ones
+Runnin' the track, Five Bird with a Mac
+I got his back, he got my back that's my fuckin' main mane
+Shout out to Badazz Ent the black Ku Klux Klan
+I'm your thug, you my thug, he got a grudge, I got a grudge
+Southside so sick, where we was raised we get it out the mud
+Shout out to Jason Dixie, and Ed Lover
+I'mma keep puttin' em' down, bitch I get the game from Buster
+Michael Myers
+[Hook]
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+I ride for you nigga!
+I'd die for you nigga!
+And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga!
+I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug
+I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's on our shoulder we gon' take it out
+Get my Levi's when I take em' off
+They goin' off behind a boss
+Used to sell that salt, me and my niggas
+Now I sell my mouth, it be so lovely
+For Christmas we roll 200 bands
+Went from stealing out the store to buying stores
+Murder you, that's how we roll
+Broad daylight, outta control
+If you my nigga, you my nigga then
+I sure don't need no new friends nigga
+Where you been, nigga?
+They call my mama mama (that's love)
+I call they mama mama (that's love)
+We survived through the recession, call me Tommy Thomas
+I know my niggas ridin'
+Take me, it's gon' get crazy
+Mamas, daddies, sisters, babies
+Gamble each other, my niggas crazy
+But fuck that shit, a nigga gotta feed they baby so we love that shit
+Love my clique, wake up, I dap em' down
+Don't do Mino like G Money mane and bring a rat around
+[Hook]
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+I ride for you nigga!
+I'd die for you nigga!
+And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga!
+I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug
+I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug
+
+[Verse 3]
+I ride for you I die for you without no pussy ass
+One call to waitress, hit me up and I'm gon' bust his ass
+Thick or thin, right or wrong mane that's my fuckin' thugger
+You beef with him, you beef with me, I kill you on the muscle
+Gutta we be tryin' to get on light then muthafucka
+Try and knock our hustle, it ain't nothing for a nigga to touch ya
+Throughout the pain and the struggle we clique tight like brothers
+I put my life in his hands because I trust him
+Am I my brother's keeper, if you know me you know
+100it with it, from day 1 until the day that we go
+If I fuck witcha I'll duck witcha, till the graveyard days
+Our secrets be our secrets, I'm real and I can't change
+I'm loyal to my loved ones, and all my thug ones
+Round hold me down and Jake oh my dawg, go rearrange his frown
+I'm real with this shit, I'm loyal as lpyal as it get
+For my nigga I'd do the time, get on the stand and tell a lie
+[Hook]
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Am I my brothers keeper?
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+Yes I am
+I ride for you nigga!
+I'd die for you nigga!
+And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga!
+I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug
+I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mind of a Maniac[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+I done showed the world
+Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac
+What part of real you niggas dont under stand
+Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave
+
+[Verse 1]
+I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit
+Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane
+I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big Glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
+We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B
+You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me
+Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
+Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a Glock 40 play with me you get ya issue
+Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
+(I ain't go no mind)
+
+[Chorus]
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches
+We go and get it, get ya weight up
+And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
+I ain’t just running the south, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out
+Know what I'm talkin bout
+My niggas let Joc out
+Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
+Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
+Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
+And grabbed by all these the mutha fuckin crabs
+I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plan and fuck the police they bring us no peace
+This the mind of me, (Boosie boo) so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
+They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
+I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
+(Ain't got no mind)
+[Chorus]
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)
+
+[Verse 3:]
+We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
+Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane
+Gon' be in the chain gang these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game
+God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
+It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
+I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit
+Four or five chains ain't never had shit
+Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single
+What's happenin Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real
+(Ain't got no mind)
+
+[Chorus]
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)
+Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Let Me Ease Ya Mind[Intro]
+Boosie Bad Azz
+Come roll with a real nigga
+I got you
+
+[Hook]
+Let me ease your mind
+Bring you in my world
+Cause you done caught my eye
+And you can be my baby girl
+
+[Verse 1]
+What's up, girl? How you doing?
+What's up with them draws, girl?
+Can I get into them?
+I'm looking for somebody
+Who gonna be somebody
+Mind made up to be a lawyer
+So she gonna be somebody
+She got problems and she say
+"Sex ain't the only way to solve 'em"
+But let's solve 'em
+Let's jump in my Bentley
+And cruise the city with the lights low
+Go to the boat and blow some stacks
+And let the dice roll
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge]
+It gon' be alright
+(Fuck what them haters say)
+It gon' be alright
+Cause you can be my baby girl
+
+[Verse 2]
+I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler
+Your man ain't nothin' but a buster
+Come with me tonight
+Eat what you like, big boys I'm talkin' the best
+When you get lonely put your head on my chest
+It figures you never dealt with a nigga my type
+Who make you happy, take you places, teach you game
+Somethin' like your real daddy, I'm just tryna ease your mind
+I'm tired of hearin' over and over all the time
+She like: "Boosie, I got a boyfriend"
+Well your boyfriend ain't ballin' plus he barely callin'
+So, what's up? I got a plane ticket, just me and you
+I'm like: "you scared?" She late, now she packin' her bags
+First class is how we do it, let me cater to you
+Let you shop till you drop, spend some paper on you
+Whatever no matter the pleasure
+It's better then you can dream of
+Thug passion from a real thug
+[Hook + Bridge]
+
+[Verse 3]
+You been on my mind all night and i can smell ya (And ya smellin right)
+And girl i wanna tell ya i will let you ride
+Take you on a rollercoaster wit me you know
+Ridin round blowin doe just threw the city
+Conversatin we laugh talkin bout da future
+And da pastime (Da old days)
+Good luv makin cuz its been so long since the last time
+Kissin and fuckin stuck in them sheets to the bed
+Eyes roll back in my head
+And she go down on dat head
+And this my homey lover friend
+The one that i could fuck wit to the end
+I got u girl them hoes ain't offen all the world
+The niggas either u ain't never had a thug like me
+Go tell yo people when u with its amazing
+I give u knowledge teach u game give you wisdom
+Shit you can't learn in college just be my lady i know how to treat lady
+Its watever i keep a secret baby
+
+[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Beat it Up[Hook]
+I know lately that we ain't did much
+But on my mama girl I promise
+I'mma make that up
+I know you sick of all these bitches
+Wit deze rumors and lies
+But however against the weather
+You gon always be mine
+And I'mma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
+No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite
+And I'mma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up
+Girl I'mma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough
+
+[Verse 1]
+I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane
+My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand
+My girl looked at me n said
+"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER"
+I couldn't say shit had to leave the house
+She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong
+But 2nite when she go home I'mma keep callin her phone
+Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)
+My otha bitch done put me on child support
+My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope
+I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up
+So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up
+I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit)
+I got j-lo at home I need my bitch
+Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer
+Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home)
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line
+Boosie how my mouth was
+Im right on side my fuckin girl
+Oh let them hoes suck on my shit
+I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me
+She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck
+I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet
+She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2
+Another bitch done hit me up "Boosie what do it do"
+She grabbed my phone who is this ho hung up
+She broke my shit threw out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick
+Damn wat I done did
+She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids
+I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin
+Tired of seein my girl cryin
+Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man
+Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft
+I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children
+Er'body been slippin
+We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit)
+That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen
+Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasn't all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness
+Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha
+In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her
+And every time you gone I be thinkin of you
+Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you
+And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde
+Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die
+Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear
+Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill
+All these years down tha drain
+Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane
+[Hook]
+
+Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga
+Mouse on tha beat
+Its more than beautiful baby
+Believe that but I gotta holla at you
+We gotta go baby cause on my way ho1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Like a Man[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
+Yeah (Boosie Badazz) Rich Homie Quan
+Touchdown 2 Cause Hell, nigga
+I done, Touchdown 2 Cause Hell, nigga
+Rich Homie baby!
+
+[Hook: Rich Homie Quan (Boosie Badazz)]
+I was taught to be a man (a man)
+Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man)
+Take all of my losses like a man (like a man)
+Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+When kids was playin' with unicorns, I was washin' cars tryna blow
+Take a loss, get up and shake it off and water whip the coke
+No shoo-shooin', no not Boosie, to your face I'll let you know
+Treat a queen like a queen and a ho like a ho
+Went to the pen and I stood on my own, too fat mouth
+And slangin' shit, fist fights, bitch whatever that you want to do
+Auntie told me back down
+I'm beatin' your ass, no exceptions
+Uncle told me "Fight 'em
+You can't beat 'em, go and get your weapon"
+My homies died, I stood up like a man
+Do what you did to them, put that on Pimp, I don't be playin'
+Bossed up, every time some problems hit the fan
+Me and my girl got a case
+Your honor, that's mine, give me that 8, like a man
+[Hook]
+I was taught to be a man (a man)
+Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man)
+Take all of my losses like a man (like a man)
+Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Since 15 been takin' care of my mama manly
+Never say the word "why" when it's time to do for family
+The way I was raised, my closest peers understand me
+The man in my section like Glen Oaks is to Handy
+You know they told me tell on Turk and Mel for lesser charges
+Ask me what I want to say, I say I want to fuck your daughter
+I was raised to get paid plenty ways like a man
+Taught to get it out the mud cause they ain't puttin' it in your hand
+Beef came, I bring pain, Lord knows I never ran
+Hold code up in the street, you never see me on the stand
+System tried to convict me off testimony and lyrics, but I'm a G
+Came home with my chest out, and it's easy to see that
+
+[Hook]
+I was taught to be a man (a man)
+Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man)
+Take all of my losses like a man (like a man)
+Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man
+[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
+First and foremost, what's your definition of a man?
+They call y'all lil' money, that don't make that boy no man
+I be sittin' here countin' these racks all day
+Kinda hard for me to stand
+And I don't need no crutches, tell the ho bring them dutches
+I like oooh, oooh, oooh
+Hit her from the back, got the pussy screamin' like
+Oooh, oooh, oooh, was a virgin 'til I got my first pussy like a man
+Got locked up, was movin' too fast, won't you stick to the plan
+Everything I do, boy you gotta know I do for the family
+Gotta do it like a man
+Mama ain't have no help growin' up so I had to step up like a man
+Can't see my mama strugglin', I had to hit them streets like a man
+Get caught doin' your crime, better do your time, like a man
+Hundred thousand in my pants
+Me and Boosie Badazz got a nigga feelin' like a man
+
+[Hook]
+I was taught to be a man (a man)
+Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man)
+Take all of my losses like a man (like a man)
+Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up)
+Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
+Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Smoking on Purple[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Ease ya mind alittle bit (ease ya mind)
+Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin blunt)
+Let back that sun roof (lets get it started)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+This that shit that we ride to
+This that shit that we vibe to
+This that shit that we get high to
+That gangsta music nigga
+And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga (noooo - noooo)
+Bad bitches got you feelin great
+Looked at my CEO, like CEO let's get this cake
+Baby I hit the stage, and hoes go crazy - I'm playa made
+All my hoes got Jordan skills they fade away
+I hit the mall and ball (shit) throwback after throwback
+Everybody wanna take pictures they like damn you Mr.Kodak (call me Kodak)
+Smoke comin'out my sunroof a nigga shinin
+Nigga love gettin pussy, love rockin diamonds
+If you got kids in this world nigga handle your business
+And you don't need no nigga be independant
+It's murder, murder niggas beefin - niggas slangin iron
+I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight
+
+[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
+Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah)
+It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah)
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+I know the game, I know the street
+I got the rap, you got the beats
+And we gon'lay it down real sweet
+So ya'll can ride, head bobbin side to side
+I don't want shit from my fans but this feel the real nigga vibe
+When you down and out don't nobody trust ya
+But when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya
+It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this look)
+Look they still racist, I see it on them bitches faces
+That's why I'm smokin and laughin I got my grind on
+They don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone
+That's why it's murder, murder - kill, kill on the corner
+These lil'niggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya
+So when you die, you might as well be high
+Is it Heaven or Hell?....or is it all a lie?
+That's why I smoke purple on Monday - purple on Tuesday
+Two Glocks cocked so they don't blues me (hah)
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah)
+It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah)
+Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah)
+It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Smokin on this doja, I done got a bag for cheap
+Nigga eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
+Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
+This shit must got somethin in it, nigga slipped some crack on me
+Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
+Got me fumblin and trippin I almost passed the blunt to C
+Got it cloudy in the Bently nigga squintin tryna see
+Late, don't know what time it is, but I know it's time to eat
+Ridin dirty bumpin "Ridin Dirty" you know how that shit be
+"One day you here then the next day you gone" on repeat
+With that nine up in my reach, cause right now dyin ain't for me
+Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep
+Musty odor when you roll it potent as it 'ppose to be
+And we rollin I'm smokin them back to back consistently
+Keep Movin, Dutches, Phillies, Garcias, to Swisher Sweets
+Young Savage don't really care - just put that shit up in the air......
+[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Daddy Luv U[Verse 1:]
+Now, this first verse, for Ivyanna
+The only seed I actually watched come outta momma
+And she so smart, and she so cute I think she gifted man
+She gimme sweet eyes say she love me just to lift the pain
+But she don't know about her sister and her baby brother
+They need to talk, but they can't talk cuz they crazy mothers
+I feed her, clothe her, take her places all across the nation
+She know I rap and know her daddy be on tv stations
+She see my magnum, and she run up, hollin' daddy daddy
+So on that strength, when I'm in beef, I'll let you niggas have it
+And she ain't even 4 though
+But she be laughing at her daddy when he hit that do do
+Behind Ivy man, I go loco, I lose my mind
+I see her wake up every morning, even love how she be cryin
+And plus she get her nails done, toes done at three
+Wear purses and lipstick, oooo, you gotta see
+Man, I love her, that's my heart, ain't gon lie, Ivy bad
+She done rode first class before she had her first class
+
+[Hook:]
+But even if you mama tell you different, daddy love you
+For the time that I missed you, daddy love you
+For the missing time, da prison time, when ain't no one won't give a dime
+Remember this, Daddy love you [repeat]
+[Verse 2:]
+Now this second verse for Pretty Black
+No matter what her momma tell her, she gon love Hatch
+And all she want is for her daddy show her love back
+She look just like her other grandma, Victoria Hatch
+The first year I only saw my child on holidays
+I broke her bread but I feel guilty 'bout da hiding days
+And now they wanna put a child on child support
+I'm finally turning 21, now I'm back in court
+I gotta hook up on that lean, now I'm stacking dough
+My babys mama's stay at war, it's embarassing whoa
+And everytime I see her outside, and she dirty, I clean her
+And it hurt me when I clean her cause I'm fresh up out the cleaners
+Now I'm feelin bad, time to put her in a beamer
+Let her hit the block, looking like her auntie trina
+Now she smiling at her daddy, but she ain't sayin too much
+Just like Ivy, I give Tarlasia, that tickle touch
+Man I love them girls, I like they hair up in curls
+I put a end to you life, if you fuck with they world,tarlasia
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Now this last verse for Tootie Ray
+The Ray for his grandfather, who passed away
+I wonder if he be like daddy, who blast da K
+Made me feel good, cause he cried to go wit daddy today
+When he get older I'mma sittin him down and straight up tell
+When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave you hell
+You got a cousin look just like you, name lil trell
+You got a uncle name Bronson, but he up in jail
+And Rocawear just like his daddy, spit on people like his daddy
+I guess my fuckin son gon be a savage
+And I be having em sagging, and shame on me
+But he ain't gonna be no lame round me
+So ain't no need to spank a g
+And all I do his holla at him
+And he get right, and he sit back
+He act like he gonna cry, then he wipe his fuckin eyes
+Some of my family members won't accept him, dey cold hearted
+But dat boy gon be a legend, he gon be so retarded
+At 11 I'm gonna go get my son a ferrari
+At seven I'm gon get him head at his birthday party3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Coming Home[Intro]
+Yeah
+Say Lil Bronze, a lot of motherfuckers counted me out you know
+I see why because you know, my situation crazy
+It's crazy cause you used to say "fuck a girl" but when a girl leave you and you down, that shit crazy bruh (It hurt)
+But I used to always tell em, I told my women who left me, I told em..
+
+[Hook]
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me, wait for me
+I'm coming home
+
+[Verse 1]
+Murder charges, drug charges coming back to back
+Hoes jumping off the ship and they ain't looking back
+She telling me to have faith but where hers at?
+Since I got this charge, her voice, I ain't heard that
+I wrote ya, told ya that I knew that I was coming home
+Yo words ain't match when you wrote back you thought I was gone
+I even told my dog to leave a message on your phone
+Do you, but be here for me, just don't leave a nigga alone
+My cellie just got off the phone
+Told me to leave em alone
+State just murdered his son, he grabbed his Quran
+Lit up his cigarette, thought back before his jail came
+Was easy to take over I already had the jail fame
+3 or 4 bitches,(What they did?) they told me lies
+I told them I was coming home, they rolled their eyes
+Security guard at my cell, with a cold smile
+What I told you at visit, girl? shit
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+They tried to take my life
+The system did me wrong
+So I prayed at night, fuck that, I'm coming home
+Knew If I was coming home then I was coming home strong
+Came home, murdered every fucking song that I got on
+Phone ranging, it's that money, it's everywhere I go
+I know that bitch thinking "I should've stayed, this nigga getting paid"
+I used to have a kind of side we did a little spending
+But my new bitch rock furs, Louis and Fendi
+Red light I get the picture, the phone block
+I call and you hung up, I think I know wassup now
+Father God I've been betrayed again
+Feel like they beat me like a slave again
+So many counted Boosie out, when they read the line
+But nobody knew the case, so I sat and smiled
+In the mirror working out, time to get it in
+Interviews telling my fans from the pen
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+I'm home now nigga
+I'm on now nigga
+Gettin' that bag now nigga
+I see now
+God don't sleep, he do not sleep
+My Auntie told a lady, she say "You can talk bout my nephew right now, it's looking bad, but God good. My nephew, he coming home baby" (I'm coming home)
+I told Tootie, Ty, and Ivy (Wait for me)
+I told Toriana and Ivy Ray (I'm coming home)
+I told Lyric B and I told MJ (Wait for me)
+I told my momma Connie, I said momma (I'm coming home)
+I know that girl might not (wait for me), but I know my momma she gon' (Wait for me)
+I ain't lying bout that, huh
+I used to tell them niggas all the time (I'm coming home)
+Locked down, nigga what's happening now nigga? (Wait for me)
+All that fat-mouthing nigga
+Yeah last year this time I had them shackles on huh?
+Told y'all I was gon' be in a jet this time of year nigga
+Yeah, I'm home now nigga
+I'm home now nigga
+All my family, prayed for me (pray for me)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Period[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+(14, turn me up, son)
+Yeah
+You ain't no gangster, period (You ain't no gangster)
+You ain't no gangster, you ain't no gangster, you ain't no gangster, period (You ain't even livin' like that)
+Stunt on that 'Gram, bitch, you get slammed, you ain't no gangster, period (Boosie Badazz, nigga)
+Period (Badazz, pussy-ass nigga)
+(This shit right here)
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby]
+These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters)
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period
+Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice
+Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh)
+I put a bitch up, blood on my hand
+It ain't come from her period (Yeah)
+You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin'
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go)
+
+[Post-Chorus: DaBaby]
+I ain't finna play with a nigga
+I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah)
+Thеse lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?)
+That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Yeah, um, wait)
+I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga
+Like thе shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch)
+Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga
+Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Uh)
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+They call me Boosie, I go stupid, keep a K 'cause it's serious
+If I know you or don't know you, you ain't gon' play with me, period (Pussy-ass)
+I make you walk it out, walk it out, walk it out
+Yeah, 'bout what I'm talkin' 'bout
+Big mouth shot caller, two Rottweilers like Nino
+Runnin' up bundles of cash (Woo)
+She trying to fuck on the rag (Ooh)
+Please tell your pussy-ass baby daddy, "Be cool", girl, before I get on his ass
+Diamonds like, "Yeah" (Diamonds like, "Yeah"), diamonds like "Yeah, bitch I'm a boss" (Boss)
+I'm warning you, yeah (Warning)
+You gon' die for chasin' that clout (Baow)
+I send them boys in your house (Yeah)
+Same niggas sleep on my couch (Yeah)
+The more niggas get out of line (Yeah)
+Them niggas gon' go get a house
+I got that music, make heads bounce (Ooh)
+I got them shooters, gon' air it out (Grrah)
+I got the juice, you got no juice
+What you wanna do? Bitch, let's set it off
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby]
+These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters)
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period
+Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice
+Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh)
+I put a bitch up, blood on my hand
+It ain't come from her period (Yeah)
+You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin'
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go)
+[Post-Chorus: DaBaby]
+I ain't finna play with a nigga
+I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah)
+These lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?)
+That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Yeah, um, wait)
+I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga
+Like the shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch)
+Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga
+Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Okay, let's go)
+
+[Verse 2: DaBaby]
+I got a bitch from the hood, when I fuck from the back, yeah, her booty, it jiggle (Yeah)
+I'm up in New York like Jigga (Uh-huh)
+My lil' nigga just flew in the pistol (Yoom, brr)
+Just got off the phone and my people got shot at, them niggas can't shoot 'cause they missed 'em (Ha)
+Soon as you knock 'em off, I'ma send 'em (Uh-huh)
+Pull out hundreds, all blue in my picture (Blue)
+Nigga be actin' like I gotta do something, I don't gotta do shit but whisper
+Like, "Ayy, go burn that nigga" (Yeah, him)
+That nigga (Him too) and every nigga with 'em
+Nigga like to know I play in my video, play with my kids and play with y'all bitches (Uh, uh-huh)
+But I bet you I'ma chill up there with God or play ball on the yard before I play with y'all niggas (Bitch-ass niggas)
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby, & Both]
+These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters, ha)
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Yeah)
+Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice
+Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh)
+I put a bitch up, blood on my hand
+It ain't come from her period (Yeah)
+You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin'
+But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go)
+[Post-Chorus: DaBaby]
+I ain't finna play with a nigga
+I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah)
+These lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?)
+That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Okay, um, wait)
+I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga
+Like the shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch)
+Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga
+Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Bitch-ass nigga)
+
+[Outro: DaBaby & Boozie Badazz]
+Huh-huh
+Ayy, Boosie, man, give me that goddamn fifteen thousand I gave you for that feature so I can go put it on a nigga head real quick
+Nah, nigga, you gettin' a whole lot of money now, I'll tell you what
+You just give me five G's and my lil' partner gon' handle that, and we gon' call it even
+Ha-ha-ha
+What you think about that?
+I ain't fucking with you bruh, ha-ha-ha
+I'm gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck the Police[Intro]
+I'ma send this mothafucka here to the mothafuckin' crackers
+Rot in hell mothafucka, plotting on my diamonds
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+They killed Venelle when I was 12, turned me against 'em
+Sent me to my first funeral now I'm a victim (of the law)
+My daddy called 'em pigs, I'll never forget
+He went to jail on Highland road, for tryna piss
+Kicked my Auntie Trina door, lookin' for my cousin
+Looked at me 'cross the street and said boy you ugly
+May 11, dat was my first run in with dem busters
+When stupid roughed me up cause I told em mothafucka
+Got old it got worser, my hustle got deadly
+Runnin' and duckin' from dat dirty bitch Don Kelly
+All from school you can catch me with my tool
+Smashing in my Magnum from the red white and blue
+Dey ask me for money, try to bribe me and all
+Dey let the dogs eat me up, up out my fuckin' nuts
+Don't give a fuck nigga freedom or jail
+I want all you bitches to rot in hell
+
+[Hook]
+Cities, fuck 'em, narcotics, fuck 'em
+FEDS, fuck 'em, DAs, fuck 'em
+We don't need you bitches on our street say with me
+FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em)
+Without dat badge you a bitch and a half nigga
+FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em)
+Without dat badge you a bitch and a half nigga
+FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em)
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+Come search this bitch cause I don't do weight
+'Cause I'm too straight and y'all lil bitches a lil too late
+Cuffed me up in front of my kids; I looked em all in they faces
+Walked me out like I'm a killa, scared the fuck out my neighbors
+Sat me down put a pen and paper on the table and told me
+Give us some names and you can leave this bitch
+I can't believe this shit, what in the hell
+If that's the only way out den nigga show me my cell
+Look tell niggas stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot
+For all dat, I coulda been a bitch ass cop
+Yea Boo I got got, they hit me for a few thou
+But you dirty bitches I'm ballin' I ain't miss it at all
+Soon as I got back to the house I went and opened a pound
+And counted out 700 so much shit ain't get found
+And I know tha police listening I'm telling you now
+You can never hold a trill nigga down, nigga fuck ya
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+Dis shit a neva stop, let's keep it real Yokk
+We need to be like Cali niggas, and kill cops
+Plus stupid you stupid, I hope you rot in hell
+You lost B, you jost Trell and want T and L
+Wonder why I look at yo ass undereye
+I get a billion I'm a hit you bitches from tha sky
+You gone be dead just like Ivy, a tear drop
+FEDS cities I want all of you bitches killed now
+Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know
+Served dem birds from 17th to Platcha Court
+Took my Beamer I'll never forget
+Not enough money in tha bank and dey can take yo shit
+Dey went in Webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothafuckas)
+Took a $100, 000 away, ain't turn it in
+Dey sin, dey don't protect shit
+Sincerely yours Mr. Bad Azz, suck my dick and die quick bitch
+[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gone Bad (American Horror Story)[Verse: 1 Boosie]
+She never felt appreciated
+Even though she come from a home of money makers
+Preachers, working people, no drug related
+They kept her in the house until she 18
+Now she found out and she want what the world brings
+The fly niggas with diamond rings
+To pay attention when she walk, she new light in the dark
+She pretty but she easy now she spreading around the city
+Lost her virgin last year now she up 20 niggas
+Point to prove, so she tottin' pistols
+10 months on that kush, graduated to that sniffa
+Family they done washed their hands with her
+She go to jail they probably won't get her
+Cold world
+Everybody like what happened mane to ol' girl?
+Damn, good girl gone bad
+
+[Hook: LIV]
+Came from a stable home
+They kept her in the house too long
+Now she out looking for love
+Came around and found a thug
+Now her attitude is nasty
+Plus she can't control her habit
+Good momma, good daddy
+Good girl gone bad
+[Verse:2 Boosie]
+He grew up he was the quiet type
+Him, Black and T Mike played all night
+Did pretty well in school
+But his house wasn't stable
+Got two parents but the house ain't got cable
+Daddy beating his Momma and she crying out save me
+He just 7, to his pops he a baby
+Now he got to sit in the room and take it
+Couple years passed in his heart filled hatred
+His mind frame, everybody trying to snake me
+Got his hustle on open shop he was cakin'
+Him Black and T mike, paper chasin'
+Nigga caught black slippin' smoked him for no reason
+Closest family he ever had, dead
+Lost without his dog, now its all code reds
+Gun play, broad day
+Lil nigga gone mad
+Since the age of 5 its been a hell of a ride
+Always hoping to smile not hoping to die
+And stay jail free
+With that same clique doing that same shit
+When you lose your brother that change shit forever
+He got a kid look just like him and it hurt
+But you know what he would have did if you was in the dirt
+Hollering chill, but you miss your brother
+And his mother is like your mother, so yea
+Lil' nigga gone bad
+[Hook]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trust Nobody[Intro]
+Trust nobody
+Don’t trust your friend
+Don’t trust your sister
+Don’t trust your brother
+Don’t even trust your mama
+Or your father
+Or your grandmother
+Or your grandfather
+Trust nobody
+Don’t trust your girl or your girl’s girl friend
+Period
+
+[Verse 1]
+Indicted by closest friends (indicted by closest friends)
+Stole from mane by my closest kin
+Real G’s like me, we supposed to win
+'Posed to have real G’s not supposed to friends
+Damn lil’ mama look at you with them pretty eyes
+Left me when I went to prison
+Thought you was a little bigger
+But you just like a nigga
+Couldn’t supply you what ya need so you leave me like a killer
+I said fuck a lot of niggas, now them niggas can’t stand me
+Love the shit out of 'em but I can’t trust my own family
+I need to go solo dolo to Miami
+I bet if I was broke half these niggas couldn’t stand me
+Eyes on everybody, I don’t trust a soul
+The real ones ain’t real no more, so I don’t trust the code
+Don’t think my bitch silent just ‘cause the dick good (it’s true)
+Your family'll steal from ya 'fore ya bitch would
+[Hook with Z-Ro]
+I trust nobody (I don’t trust family, I don’t trust friends
+I don’t trust nobody)
+I trust nobody (God said you put your faith in man he will fail you every time)
+I might love somebody (You can love somebody but never trust them 100%, they will turn)
+But I don’t trust nobody (The only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
+He said trust nobody
+
+[Verse 2]
+I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
+That’s why you never hear Lil Junior in a song
+Whoever thought his spot'll be gone
+Old boy used to be my dude now he blues
+Whoever thought his top'll be gone
+Bad part I kept it G with homie
+12 years still my bitch, played the people on me (mane)
+Real tears in the cell by my lonely
+Pen and paper envelopes, the Ruger real my homies
+We fighting bodies ‘cause our homies
+Had to realize niggas ain’t loyal
+And all smiles ain’t from the heart
+Man these niggas ain’t calling
+Bitch nigga Pokey turned rat at like 40
+Ain't wanna see me on the streets so he took half a forty (took 20 years)
+I’m like damn who next to switch gangster on me
+Who next going downtown and lie that they ain't own it
+Nigga, your picture wasn’t perfect and it’s painted on
+You ain’t nothing like me and Donk
+[Hook]
+I trust nobody (I don’t trust family, I don’t trust friends
+I don’t trust nobody)
+I trust nobody (God said you put your faith in man he will fail you every time)
+I might love somebody (You can love somebody but never trust them 100%, they will turn)
+But I don’t trust nobody (The only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
+He said trust nobody
+
+[Outro]
+Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
+Scream ride or die, thought you would die with me
+Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride with me
+Now it’s a war, you ain’t on the side with me
+Nigga used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
+Scream ride or die, thought you would die with me
+Now it’s a war, you ain’t on the side with me
+You ain’t my brother, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Facetime[Hook: Trey Songz]
+Face time with my little freak
+All I need a little peak
+Play time under the sheets
+I just need a little piece, show it to me
+Face time baby, all I need a little peak
+Show it to mean, ooh face time baby
+Face time with my little freak
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+I walked outside to her beautiful face
+Beach in the background its a beautiful day
+She got her Pandora on, on her Boosie station
+Sweats on real simple and she looking amazing
+The view in the beach, the sun and the tree
+Made her say ooh baby sin for me
+I like to face time her when she wake up with no makeup
+No shirt so she can see I got my weight up
+Girls night out they go get messed up
+When they leave out the club she gon' hit me up
+There she go now she all turnt up
+Talking nasty blowing kisses girl you do too much
+I face time her before the show now I'm doing too much
+Hold the camera just right so she can see me iced up
+Me and my friend [?] getting our thug on
+You going to work face timing with your scrubs on
+[Hook: Trey Songz]
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+I got a friend that I like to see nighttime daytime
+I like to look her in the eye when I say hi
+I know she hit me up on the face so I stay fly
+'Fore I Instagram her I'mma face time
+Walking through the mall looking at her in her board shorts
+Made me get some board shorts for my little friends
+I tuned in so I told her let me see something
+[?] licking my tongue like I want to eat something
+Sexy an understatement you bad as can be
+You take the stress off a G when you laughing with me
+And when my wi-fi tripping, single start dropping
+I be doing what I gotta to try to solve that problem
+My partners call me FT for short
+Seeing your face help me read your heart
+I'm in New York getting money business meetings all day
+But when I'm finished I'm headed to the room face time baby
+
+[Hook: Trey Songz]11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Top To The BottomIt was all a dream I used to write raps in my notebook
+A baby G tryin' to walk like Eazy-E
+2pac was the shit to me
+In my front room tryin to sing Jodeci
+My cousin Trell thought he was Ice-T
+Minutes came out I thought I was k and b
+And the realist nigga came to me
+Lost daddy and it really made a man of me
+Dropped school when I dropped out cause my momma need help
+Fuck that so I'm out teenager with a baby
+Then I had 2
+Stayin with my grams at 1132
+Walked in the streets were most niggas don't make it
+In and outta jail man niggas can't shake it
+So many people did me wrong
+That's why I had to write this song
+
+( chorus )
+They said I'd never make it to the top
+Cause I come from the bottom
+I'm from the hood were they make it baby
+They said I never make it to the top
+Cause I come from the bottom
+I'm on fire and I'm paper chasin'
+
+One shot for the Hot Boys
+Them niggas make me wanna get a nine boy
+Never thought I have cars like I got cars
+Never thought I have broads like I got broads
+Same girls wouldn't holler at a broke nigga
+On my dick like flies on shit so I treat her like a ho nigga
+Lost some niggas in the struggle
+The night I lost I, I lost my brother
+Gotta get paid what I told my mother
+Show off your Rolex because your son is a young hustler
+Everybody mad while we laying  across the street
+Say we got rich off sellin' that D
+Say the hood good if it good when ya get big money
+Now the hood wanna do ya in
+They say I be in the pen but that's a lie
+Fuck my name up time after time Boosie badazz
+( chorus )
+
+I'm from the hood were they don't make it
+Everything they shoot ain't got no safe
+Everything hood ain't got no patience
+So, they do time for a stupid ass crime
+Turf taught me  grind nigga shine late
+Years past by and I got that paper
+Said I wouldn't make it they laughed at a nigga
+Now I'm on t.v. a ol' badass nigga
+Came from the trap across the tracks where its thugs
+Now I got a house 3 stories like a club
+People still talkin' bout me but its all gravy
+So many people love me somebody gotta hate me
+I went from runnin' from the jump out boys to being followed round  town by the binocular boys
+Remember when I used to sit in front the game room
+Calvin Ricks was the shit on my avenue
+
+( chorus )6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Touchdown To Cause HellI touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple hard nines
+Now I'm back on the grind on my side I got a nine
+And I'm a go blind if you disrespect my mind
+Fuck, I'm fresh out the parish doe still smokin Cali dro
+Still totin' calicos
+You niggas ought to know I was cold at 16, man I'm in n out of prison
+My father figure dead so that's how a nigga livin'
+What would you do, if you was Boo?
+Kill every nigga who hate on you
+Ridin round scared thinkin' a nigga finna play with you
+I'm Rambo in that bottom cause I lay down law
+It's consequences when u play me cause I lay down chalk
+If you ain't heard about Lil Boosie then I'm making my mark
+I cutt ya throat and take ya house, thats that Souja Slim talk
+If you got money they can't never hold it down in the dark
+They can make you feel brave but that money don't talk, and I...
+
+[Hook: x4]
+I touchdown cause hell
+Touchdown to cause hell x3
+
+And I told myself I wasn't go go to jail but I lied
+Now my Momma on her knees and she cry
+And my daughter askin' where her daddy at and why? (where he at and why?)
+Now the feds on a nigga hard
+Got to put my whip up cause Lil Boosie smart
+I touchdown, I'm blues in the block
+If ya owe me better pay me or I'm bruisin' ya now
+To tall you hoes who ain't chose don't holla now
+I got a lot of money now and I'm wilder now
+Detective Wayne you frog eyed looking bitch
+You gon' take my .45 cause you can't afford a nigga shit
+Oh well give me a bond, put me back in orange
+Oh well i’m in this bitch and no i don’t learn
+Got to get my pad and hit my bunk and write some savage shit
+Wait on my name to be called like hash packing shit
+[Hook: ]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Baby MommaThis one here for them baby mommas
+Who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy
+Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis outt
+
+[Verse]
+Baby momma baby momma
+I'm tired of you
+I'm to the point where I wanna fire you
+You play the games that a child will do
+When you need to do the things that a mama do
+Baby momma baby momma
+You stressin me (you stressin me girl)
+Cause I ain't rich you think less of me (you think less of me)
+And we ain't gotta take the test to see
+You need to change yo ways so you can see the best of me
+Baby momma baby momma
+You lied to me (you lied)
+A good man I tried to be (I tried)
+You do me wrong even the blind can see
+That's why I got another woman on the side of me
+And she gon love me better (yea)
+Fuck me better warm me up up in the coldest weather
+She bout whatever you heard me
+Baby momma baby momma I trusted you
+It was so good I left it in when I made love to you
+[Hook]
+I'm askin
+Why you cryin girl?
+Why you be lyin girl?
+Why you won't shine girl?
+On the stretch you know it's mine girl
+Im askin
+Why you have a baby?
+Just to drive me crazy?
+Why you be actin shady?
+When you posed to be my lady
+
+[Verse]
+Baby momma baby momma
+Thought you love me ho? (thought you love me ho)
+But you won't put a child on child support
+And you don't even want my child to know
+That it ain't daddy it's his mama who wildin' tho
+Baby momma baby momma
+You jealous of me
+You don't even want the fellas wit me (my niggas)
+And you keep on telling me
+To slow my role but behind you I'm catchin' felonies
+Baby momma baby momma
+Where the love done went? (where the luv done went)
+Don't wanna leave you cuz I love ya scent (ya smell)
+The names I call you ain't really meant
+But I'm tired of all these fightin's and arguments
+Besides we grown not no mo teenagers
+So you can stop playin them games tryna check my pager
+You need to get ya mind right if not I'll see you later
+You posed to take my side but you listen to the hatas (damn)
+[Hook]
+I'm askin
+Why you cryin girl?
+Why you be lyin girl?
+Why you won't shine girl?
+On the stretch you know it's mine girl
+I'm askin
+Why you have a baby?
+Just to drive me crazy?
+Why you be actin shady?
+When you posed to be my lady
+[Verse]
+Baby momma baby momma
+You hurted me
+Me and you know you deserted me (why?)
+I ain't gon lie feel like you murdered me
+Cause you the only girl who ever hold work for me
+Baby momma baby momma
+You a possum now (you sneaky)
+I heard you ridin through the bottom now (for what)
+You tryna get back on my team
+Cause you heard I had a major plug on prementhazime bitch please
+Baby momma look what I did for you (look what I did)
+I took you places that you never knew (you ain't even know that)
+I bought you any kind of tennis shoe
+If I thought I wouldn't gon make it I'll finish you (blaw)
+Baby momma you missin me (I know that)
+I know you miss how you was kissin me (fa sho)
+It's sad to say that you a friend of me
+But just remember can't nobody lay that dick like me
+[Hook]
+I'm askin
+Why you cryin girl?
+Why you be lyin girl?
+Why you won't shine girl?
+On the stretch you know it's mine girl
+I'm askin
+Why you have a baby?
+Just to drive me crazy?
+Why you be actin shady?
+When you posed to be my lady
+I'm askin
+[Lil Boosie talkin]
+Yea this for them baby momma's who put a nigga on child support
+But just don't know they'll get more without child support
+You know what I'm sayin and that gotta stop
+You know what I'm sayin
+It ain't that I'mma try to make it I'mma put it on yo head
+Y'all hoes wrong for that shit man let a nigga live ya heard me
+You can't stop me dat's how it is now
+
+[Hook]
+Baby momma I done blew up now
+Got a ho she some true love now (she grown)
+And I heard you gotta new thug now
+And you goin through some mo shit (mo shit)
+I'm out this bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Goin Thru Some Thangs[Intro]
+Uh huh Lil Boosie look at its me gangsta
+Ima do some shit some real shit
+
+[Hook - Boosie]
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+
+[Verse 1 - Boosie]
+I been goin thru some shit, from my niggas - to my bitch
+And these niggas wanna snitch (why)
+I wanna get rich, but sometimes I don't believe
+Tryna sell a hundred - thousand but they burnin my cd's (that's fucked up)
+Niggas and bitches please won't you give me help
+Get yo ass off that computer and buy the shit up off the shelf
+Cause I wanna ride candy mayne just like the others
+Sometimes I wish I should've took the good route like my brother
+These niggas say they love ya but they steal ya dope
+Call you up back like that and try an steal ya hope, I still cope
+And these niggas wanna rap about you
+Know you a solider, but they still wan'bring that savage out you, to get exposed
+And these hoes they for the money, tell yo old lady dirty lies but they know they frontin
+Check this out in Baton Rouge it's real wicked
+And you can't go platinum down here cause this ain't New York City
+And all my cousins doin time, thuggin in the Penn
+I'm thinkin bout 'em everytime I take a sip of Henn
+And I ain't gon'lie I don't wanna be like Camoflauge
+I met him one week, next week he died - I almost cryed
+Damn
+[Hook - Boosie Rp]
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+
+[Verse 2 - Boosie]
+Stay hatin cause I'm V.I.P
+Ride thru my city with my hat bent like T.I.P
+I'm all G, they got alot of niggas signin deals
+But they can't talk what I be talkin cause I spit the real
+Till I get killed, and these niggas changin like the weather
+Think he ya nigga but you lookin at the fuckin devil
+Who want ya bezzle and that voice that he wish he had
+Jealousy got niggas creepin, down to bust yo ass
+We livin fast but you know this how it gotta be
+Money, cars, clothes, and hoes till they pop at B
+This for my niggas down in Texas on them fuckin swangas
+Who got the whole other side of town wantin to stank e'm
+And Lil' Boosie mayne I been stressin cause the shit I did (what I did)
+Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
+This shit is real - wish I had a real friend to holla
+They tend to laugh when I tell 'em bout my fuckin problems
+But I be stackin the fetti, so momma straight when I'm gone
+I been prayin for Webbie - cause Webbie wild with that chrome (damn)
+[Hook - Boosie Rp]
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+(I been goin thru some things)
+
+[Verse 3 - Boosie]
+I'm sippin gallons, tryna ease the pain (leanin)
+Hopin my niggas keep it gutta, but they seem to change
+That's why I'm solo, blowin do - do in a different city
+Thinkin these niggas tryna do me but they rollin with me
+My ho the sickest, but she listen to what the streets say
+That got me stressin cause she might be leavin any day
+I tryed to pray but when I holla he ain't holla back
+That's why I'm missin prayers daily tryna get these stacks (why that)
+Cause the situation that I'm in
+The judge tryna send me to the Penn and give me ten - and do me in
+Got me stressin on some major shit
+My momma agin and my grandma and my baby sick
+This hatin shit, got me one step away from clickin
+These me against the world livin'got all my people bitchin
+I looked my momma in her eyes, told her respect the game
+She like "Boosie leave it alone, look you playin games" (dang)
+[Hook - Boosie Rp]
+I been goin thru some things
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+
+And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne
+I been goin thru some things
+Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change
+I been goin thru some things
+
+[Outro:]
+That's real life right there nigga
+You go through so much
+You know what I'm sayin'
+Nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin'
+But a nigga be strugglin' at the same time
+Why they ballin' you know what I'm sayin'
+And I been goin' through some thangs
+And don't nobody understand me man
+I been goin' through some thangs
+And don't nobody understand me man
+I want rock candy man
+But don't nobody understand me man
+I want rock candy man
+But don't nobody understand me man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thug Me Like That[Intro]
+Lil Boosie Badazz...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nah I promise you to come home at night (yeah right)
+I promise you to always treat you right (yeah right)
+I promise to be down for you and never cheat (and never cheat)
+But when I'm with a dime piece I can see them tears flyin' down your cheek
+(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm thug
+I pull away from girls when we start fallin' in love
+Was gonna take you on a cruise but I changed my mind (I changed my mind)
+I always promise you the movies but I have no time
+I'm with my niggas half the day and she ain't feelin' that (no)
+While she at home cookin' and cleanin' I'm gettin' stacks
+She love a nigga but I be damned if she trusts a nigga
+But the sex still a 10 when we fuckin' nigga
+And she like
+
+[Hook] x4
+Why you thug me like that (I swear to God)
+I don't mean to
+Sometimes I feel like I don't need you
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now I promise not to leave ya pussy wet (yeah right)
+I promise you to show you some respect (yeah right)
+I guess I live the life of a superstar
+Drivin' all these fancy cars
+And real talk I mayne I can have any broad
+Plus I
+I hate to see you cryin'
+I hate to tell you lies
+That's why deep inside she be like
+"Boosie, Why you thug me like that?"
+It's just in me
+Been doin' girls wrong since I stepped off in McKinley
+Hate to put my hands on ya cause I feel bad
+I wear a rubber when I'm fuckin' but you don't feel that
+They got a lot of women wrong
+Got a lot of women strong
+But when you got a superstar you gotta hold on
+Superstar gon' try to fuck all these hoes (yeah right)
+But when they zip down them bows everything alright
+My nigga bleak he like "go home to your old lady
+She catch your ass slippin' she gon' bust that 380"
+[Hook] x4
+Why you thug me like that (I swear to God)
+I don't mean to
+Sometimes I feel like I don't need you
+
+[Verse 3]
+Look this how I play it if I ever fuck with ya
+I'mma fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga
+(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm Boosie Badazz
+If she don't suck it I act mad
+I can't do nothin' but laugh
+I make these girls cook for me and don't even come by
+I hope this dirty shit don't come back on Tarlaysia and I
+I make the girl pussy wet when I look in her eyes
+So Boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs
+I got my heart broke at 14 that was way way back
+So all the girls after that it was straight pay back
+I like to lay back and take trips and dress you up
+But when you start mouthin' off you messin' up
+So shut it up
+Would you forgive a real nigga (answer that) (for real)
+Would you still be with him (answer that) (for real)
+If he had another baby put you in a situation
+Would you forgive him or leave him and hate him
+Damn
+[Hook] x4
+Why you thug me like that (I swear to God)
+I don't mean to
+Sometimes I feel like I don't need you
+
+X2
+Boosie why you thug me
+Boosie why you thug me
+Boosie why you thug me like that
+
+X2
+Boosie why you thug me (I don't mean to)
+
+Boosie why you thug me
+Boosie why you thug me
+Boosie why you thug me like that
+
+[Outro]
+This song
+Dedicated to them celebrities (haha)
+Who be thuggin' like that
+And they don't even mean to
+But at the same time
+Yeah right (yeah right)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Loose as a Goose[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+
+Uh oh loose as a goose
+I be loose as a goose
+Loose as a goose
+I be loose as a goose
+Loose as a goose
+Loose as a goose
+Loose as a goose
+
+[Chorus: Lil Boosie]
+
+I be loose as a goose don't get me started
+Two shots of Patron now I’m on in the party
+Loose as a goose don’t get me started
+With a clique of thug niggas when I step off in da party
+I be loose as a goose don't get me started
+Full of that liquor when I step up off in the party
+Loose as a goose don't get me started
+Goin' off at them jiggas when I step up off in the party
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+
+Nah nah nah nah
+Don't get me started
+Cause I'll wild out and cock the Glock 40
+Nah nah nah nah
+Don't get me started
+Cause it can get retarded yeah heard me retarded
+Got a body bag
+And a couple masks
+I bust his ass and I pop another half
+Comin through the club man I got my own swag
+Don't look wrong cause I will get on your ass
+Goons on deck all my niggas acting bad
+Wipe me down I'm on girl I'm Boosie Badass
+That liquor got me trippin can I have you girl (please)
+Can you give me head in the bathroom girl (please)
+Four car garage man I'm in my own world
+Neck full of pieces
+Bitch you gotta see me
+Always good lookin
+My mouth kind of crooked
+I be loose out in Century bookin
+I'm Boosie Badass
+[Chorus x1]
+
+[Verse 2: Foxx]
+
+I'll be looser than a freak hoe
+That fuck n give ya deep throat
+We in the Club Depot
+My tolerance is zero
+When I be in the club you already know the dealio
+V.I.P be full of bad bitches like a video
+We standing where the door at
+We buying all the Moet
+You better take your hoe and leave if we ain't got ya hoe yet
+I'm loose like a goose
+With a deuce of that juice
+It might slow your ass down but to me it is a boost
+I'm a motherfucking gangster in the club where the G's at
+N they ain't talking cars when they ask where them keys at
+Make ya OI lady put her head where her knees at
+You don't break it off theyll find out where them leaves at
+Dolla Dolla bill all a nigga really need
+I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read
+Let that choppa go and knock a nigga arm out his sleeve
+Cause when I get loose somebody child gone bleed
+
+[Chorus x1]
+[Verse 3: Mouse]
+
+I say "Hakuna Matata"
+That's how I'm feeling
+Nigga look up at the roof
+Yeah it's me I'm to the ceiling
+Where them tabs at nigga
+I'm really an willing
+Throw it back throw it back
+I'm in the motherfucking building
+Nigga do what cha do
+But watch my sneakers
+I spent good money
+Step on em and I sneak ya
+Nigga I am to pieces
+Like I got the wiggles
+[?] Boosie [?] they body
+Yeah you know he on them Jiggas
+A cig up in my mouth
+A cup up in my hand
+A [?] right beside me doing the murder man dance
+Don't think about beef nigga you ain't got a chance
+Last night I had ya bitch up in a three point stance
+I hop up on the stage tell DJ just run it
+I fuck with real niggas that gone keep it 100
+Where my mind where my mind at
+I think its been lost
+In a club like a chicken with my head cut off
+[Chorus x1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My NiggasThis is for my niggas, my rounds, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my niggas
+My luv, my cock it back ready to bust
+
+Boosie Bad Azz
+
+(Now) If you love yo nigga, Hug yo nigga (hug yo nigga)
+Look em' dead in the eye
+And tell yo nigga
+Tell that nigga you love em' (you love them)
+
+We started out
+Smoking weed in the park
+Visine in our eyes
+Tryin make it home foe dark
+Flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans
+Fuckin wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline
+Trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off
+Gotta find a junkie
+At the bottom mad dog
+All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets
+And even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top)
+I cut class wit this nigga
+Act a ass wit this nigga
+Off that hide-go-get
+Unless them hoes suckin dick
+Feeling like the shit on the first week of school
+Till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool
+Member when we first started grindin'
+They was giving us hell
+All the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells
+But the OG's started chosen
+We busted the hood open
+And my niggas they keep a nigga rollin
+I Love ya
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Yeah I love my niggas (I love my niggas)
+And all my niggas love me (They Love me)
+Yeah I love my niggas (I love y'all nigga)
+Till eternity ( 4 life)
+
+This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother
+Brunson Ed Lova and my nigga headbussa
+This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST
+This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace
+This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce
+Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too
+For Tony T. my nigga Goola and Project Pat
+This for Lil' Mel off the BL
+For Titus and Timmy, I ain't seen em' in a minute
+This for my nigga Gator on the purple purple spinage
+This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow)
+This for my nigga Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders
+For the families, The Hatches, The Givens
+For the prays they were sending that keep a nigga living
+This for Webbie
+We had that argument that day
+He still came to see me in the hospital the next day
+He must love Me
+[Hook]
+
+Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou
+End up in penitentiary
+If I tell you that I love you I mean ( I meant that nigga)
+That ain't this liquor or these pills that's the way a nigga feel on the real
+Hung around the nigga so much we like the same hoes
+Spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes
+On the rode they be wit me city to city
+They watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss shit
+This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down
+This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town
+This for my son tootie that's my lil nigga
+And even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya
+Say Que a nigga miss ya and I miss ya peeps ( Chicago man)
+Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets
+What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block
+This for my niggas in the cell block ( WOW)
+
+[Hook]
+
+I wanna thank that nigga Pimp C for everythang nigga
+All the love believe that
+I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk
+For not quitting on a nigga
+Keeping me focus
+Keeping my mind right, all the way right
+My mind right, bread right, whateva
+I wanna thank my family for the prays
+The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT
+That's why I Love ya, One moe time
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Better Believe It[Intro: Young Jeezy]
+Yeah, first up
+Shouts out to Louisiana niggas, yeah
+Yo Boosie, I was thinkin' I lost a lot of homeboys
+A whole lot of money, and I'm still here nigga
+
+[Hook]
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
+You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
+You better believe it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
+Boosie Badazz
+Ladies and gentlemen, it's Boosie Boo
+King of Louisiana, I been the truth
+If you don't know, better ask somebody
+I am the show and the afterparty
+I'm stacking dough
+Ain't gotta sell crack no mo', still on my grind
+Got a lot of kids at home
+Gotta get it on, late night to the early morn'
+Fifty grand in my pants like Ivy Smith
+Give back to the hood like Nino Brown
+Neck kind of freezy, boy believe me
+You can playa hate, but take it easy
+We done got the streets, me and Jeezy
+Learned from the game how to stack the breezy
+Got love from the hood so it's all good
+We both gon' eat, me and Jeezy
+Riding down the highway (zoom zoom)
+.4-5 on the side me (boom boom)
+Bad chick on side me (ooh ooh)
+She rollercoaster ride me (woooo!)
+In the projects where ya find me
+I got the hood behind me
+My records selling out the stores now
+My money don't fold now
+You best believe it, they feeling me
+From Alaska to Tennessee
+From the East to the West Coast
+I smoke on the best smoke
+We pushing Lambos, Phantoms
+And Bentley coupes now
+People hollerin' out the windown
+"Hey Boosie, you got the juice now!
+[Hook]
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
+You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
+You better believe it
+
+[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
+Stacked brick on top of brick
+Yeah I laid my foundation 'til I built my house
+And it was mixtape after mixtapes
+And then the next thing you know, I was runnin' the South
+Streets introduced me to the trap
+See that wasn't enough, see I wanted the world
+And that's about the time my album dropped
+And the next thing you know I was runnin' the world
+Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls?
+See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl
+I'm a super nigga, need a cape for me
+Real street niggas they relate to me
+A big disappointment I would hate to be
+In the wrong place at the wrong time
+In the wrong line with the wrong man
+Right car with the wrong thang
+Can't tell me shit, I'm a grown man
+Sixteen years old with a old thang
+Same clothes for days, same spot for months
+Two AKs and a box of blunts
+If it's money you want, it's money you get
+Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get
+Ya ever believe that I'd ever believe
+That I'd ever achieve what I ever achieved
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Stop this bitch, let me tell the world something
+From the bottom to the top, shoulda seen that shit
+Me and my lil' thug got it from the mud
+Every thang I spit I really mean that shit
+It's crazy, ain't it? Hard to explain it
+I done got famous, all I did was bring it
+The Savage Life behind the mic
+Now everybody hollerin' 'bout Trill Entertainment
+Rest in peace, Pimp C
+I scream that shit every time I do shows
+You put me on, and I ain't forget
+So for my nigga, I gotta fuck two hoes
+Whatever y'all mean that I ain't got cream
+If ya see me in the hood, don't think I can't leave
+When I was nineteen, I really had whole mil'
+These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams
+I ain't through yet, I done done at all
+But I got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do yet
+I fucked up, I ain't make it through school
+Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that
+From Miami, to L.A
+Back to Manhattan where the big cake
+From Baton Rouge, I done did it
+Go ahead, admit it, I'm the shit, hey
+And I don't care what a bitch say
+I'ma be like this 'til I get gray
+And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
+When it's $500 ya ride factory
+The new album is on the way
+When it's the real deal, ya know ya gotta wait
+Bad Azz gon' act a dog ass
+And y'all already know this
+[Hook]
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
+You better believe it, you better believe it
+You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
+You better believe it
+(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
+You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
+You better believe it3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pussy Got Me Like[Intro: MO3]
+Ooh, Danberry
+I brought Danberry to the hood early
+Hood with another one
+La-la, la-la, la-la
+All night, yeah
+Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
+
+[Chorus: MO3]
+I apologize, if I make you take this dick
+About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin'
+Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach
+Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like
+"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+Girl
+
+[Verse 1: MO3]
+I know I'm on your mind (Wha?)
+I make you come, look, don't run
+I don't have the time (Have the time)
+All in your lungs, I go dumb
+It should be a crime (Shake me down)
+Lets make a movie in this bitch
+I tell her press rewind (Press rewind)
+I'm an untame lion, oh-oh, oh-oh (Ayy)
+I go gorilla mode in the pussy
+Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshit
+When I'm in gorilla mode, she be lookin'
+When I'm in gorilla, don't say shit
+Snuck in with the hoodie on with the glizzy
+Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, boom-boom
+Bitch I'm like the cookie monster with the nookie (Ahh)
+And she gon' ride me like a roller coaster
+At Six Flags (At Six Flags)
+Lil' mama thicker than a snicker
+I want that KitKat, yeah
+I'm affair mackin'
+And got a six pack (I do)
+She put that pussy on me (Put that pussy on)
+No, I can't get attached (Yeah-ah)
+[Chorus: MO3]
+I apologize, if I make you take this dick
+About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin'
+Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach
+Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like
+"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+She say she want me right now (Right now)
+She say she need me ASAP (Facts)
+She say book the flight and she gon' make that (She gon' make that)
+She say she 'bout to show out (Haha)
+Say she can't wait to taste that
+Reminded me of what we did in the Maybach
+Came in and took her clothes off (All off)
+And put it straight in her mouth (Damn)
+Savage shit when we hit
+I really turned baby out (Turned baby out)
+Catch a nut and smoke one, and go again (Go again)
+Another rodeo (Yay, yay)
+I don't wanna talk, I wanna fuck
+I'm a Scorpio (Yay, yay)
+She feel it, I feel it (Yes)
+She comin', I'm comin' (Yes)
+She rain, I thunder, like
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Oh)
+Rub my dick on her ass cheeks
+In the mornin', sorry, girl, I'm horny
+I apologize
+[Chorus: MO3]
+I apologize, if I make you take this dick
+About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin'
+Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach
+Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like
+"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
+Girl, ooh-ooh-ooh
+
+[Outro]
+I go gorilla mode on the pussy
+Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshit
+That pussy got me like
+It got me like
+That pussy got me like
+Lil' mama got me right
+And I said hey, ayy-ayy-ayy
+Ooh-ooh-ooh
+I go gorilla mode on the pussy
+Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hatin’[Intro]
+Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz)
+And I wanna know tonight
+Why they hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me?)
+Shit I'm a good nigga believe that (believe that)
+Let's roll
+
+[Hook]
+Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
+Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
+Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
+I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
+Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle)
+I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (he ratted on me)
+The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me
+My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me
+Tell me why they let me ride for a year
+Now they want my 745 until I show for this here
+Nigga try to sneak me but that's ho shit (that's ho shit)
+You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil daddy (uh-uh)
+You better try some more shit
+And now they fuckin' with my girl head
+Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down
+And she can't focus now
+Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name
+Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em
+Now you missin' your change
+Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted
+Been to 5 funerals in 3 months lord knows that I miss 'em
+I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done
+You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son
+[Hook]
+Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
+Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
+Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
+I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Boosie]
+From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler
+As long as you succeed they gon' always be a busta (huh bra)
+They hated Dr. King (say that)
+They hated when he marched (yeah)
+They hated Malcolm X (fasho)
+And they hated Rosa Parks (for real)
+Sometimes the enemy on your passenger side
+Ridin' witcha gettin' high
+But you can't believe it
+But you know that he sneaky (he sneaky)
+When I was five my momma looked at her son
+And told me "Boy you gon' break hearts cause you too cute for just one"
+I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God blessed me with
+Got niggas nuts hangin' ready to come and test me bitch but look
+You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head
+Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they gon' say next
+
+[Hook]
+Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
+Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
+Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
+I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)
+It's real life homie
+[Verse 3: Lil' Boosie]
+Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (same team)
+We drop hits you know your bitch we got the same dreams (same dreams)
+Alot of niggas playa hatin' cause they ain't me (they ain't me)
+So in they mind they won't hesitate to spank me
+I seen alot of shit, Lord knows I try
+Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride
+Want figgas like Jigga (yeah)
+With a brain like Dane
+Can't slip like beans
+Cause I got dreams to be the mayne
+But I never change
+Mayne no matter how raw it get
+I'm beast mode lil daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit
+They called me out my name (believe that)
+They told me I was stuntin'
+Told 'em "One day bitch I'mma have some Oprah money"
+Wooh
+
+[Hook]
+Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
+Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
+Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
+I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)
+
+Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
+Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
+Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
+I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All I Know[Talking]
+When you loved like I'm loved
+Somebody got to hate ya
+It don't surprise me at all cause I'ma street goon
+I'm doing big things going big places
+This what I do
+
+[Hook]
+Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
+Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+
+[Verse 1]
+That's all I know
+Don't care what you say about me (nah)
+Don't care how you feel about me (nah)
+Drag my name through the mug
+Guess what? I'm bout to kill these streets
+Going places you will never see
+Someone you will never be
+Mama say get some rest
+I might miss a check so I never sleep
+Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty
+Is all I know
+Trouble free, you don't want war with me cause war is all I know
+Went from the block to hip hop
+Bottom to the tip top
+I can't go broke I'm too hot
+You hating on me cause you not
+They hated Jesus so you know they gon hate me cause of my power
+Its my time, my grind , my gift, my hour
+This was God's plan , grind hard
+Everyday I wake up she wanted me to miss my flight
+I got to go to get my cake up
+So I
+[Hook]
+Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
+Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+Hey,hey
+That's all I know
+Hey, my nigga that's all I know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+Hey
+
+[Verse 2]
+This all I know
+I hustle hard
+I shine bright
+Let all these shoot shooting people stay on their guide-light
+Money over niggas and I hate to the dick riding type
+Hating people textin' to get a spot in the limelight
+Pop them bottles I'ma grind this show
+Come back off tour and grind some more
+From my heart it ain't none to cut that bitch off
+That ain't my ho
+Hustle so I don't struggle nigga that's all I know
+You in everybody business you bitches that's why you broke
+While y'all criticizin' my name, I'm on a camel in Dubai
+If they say 'sky's the limit,' guess what, then I'm the sky
+Real music, I ain't gotta lie, tears of joy run down my eye
+You hatin' a nigga who come from nothin', my nigga I ain't surprised, I
+
+[Hook]
+Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
+Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+Hey,hey
+That's all I know
+Hey, my nigga that's all I know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+
+
+[Verse 3]
+That's all I know
+That money bag
+That's all I know
+Show up , show out and show my ass
+That's all I know
+People spreading lies on ya ol' lying ass ho
+Misery loves company so hating
+That's all you know
+And they say , they say that I won't coming home
+They say , they say that I won't coming home
+I say , I say so many done me wrong
+Now millions to the ceiling
+Ian tripping ha ha
+[Hook]
+Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
+Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+Hey,hey
+That's all I know
+Hey, my nigga that's all I know
+And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
+Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
+Hey9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+O Lord[Intro]
+Oh Lord, I ain't gon' do no more wrong
+I wish I was a baby in my mama's home
+You see the judge gave me the time up in there court
+I went from a million dollar home to a cell 8 by 4
+Oh Lord
+
+[Hook]
+Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
+I ain't gon' do no more wrong
+Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
+The whole pen sayin'
+Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
+I just wanna go home
+Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
+(You feel me now nigga)
+
+[Verse 1]
+To go home you can have my home and all my redbones
+Know when I'm free I'll get it back cause my head strong
+Fuck all who's wildin' out, I can't keep fuckin' up
+Judge hit the hammer and reality strucks
+Ain't no place like home, I'm looking at the window
+Thinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some indo
+Do the time, do the crime time, thinkin' so
+Wish that I could get a miracle relief from (hit 'em up)
+I'm in the pen now, whish that I was still a baby
+Gettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie
+Fuck all these fat mouths and niggas I'mma let 'em ride
+You think I'm pussy, it's all good, walk away and smile
+Promise this time father God I'mma use my mind
+Trynna to do no more wrong, and I'mma gon' pay my tithes
+Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong ? Nothin' Connie
+I just want to go home, I just want to go
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ain't nothin' in this bitch for me, know what I'm talking 'bout
+Rather be broke on the street than a penitention box
+Nigga on the side but man he came to the pen strong
+Stuck in them cells fuck them up now as mine gone
+My other neighbor caught an L at only 15
+He only fucked one girl before he left the streets
+My heart goes out too, his situation affected me
+Fuck goin' on a call out, I wanna walk free
+I had super bad bitches that was hood to me
+Now they've got bad built bitches lookin' good to me
+The judge gave me that time though my heart stopped
+My eyes watered up on me, nigga my suggar dropped
+I need somethin' out this bitch, they've got me stressin'
+I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressing
+Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong  Nothin' momma
+I just want to go home, I just want to go
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla as the food turns sour
+Faceing seven murders cause your goons turns south
+Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla get me out this bitch
+Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea rich
+My niggas in there sick I know mook pray I blow
+He been down 19 and he's just 34
+Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in these
+Nigga get real time, why not smoke weed ?
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Free Titus nigga, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, nigga, Free one nigga
+Free five? nigga, Free van, Free Joe, Free that nigga C-Murder man
+Free B.G., Free boo the wild thang  nigga, Free Mac, Free Mandigo
+Free wanye perry nigga, Free part time too Lil nigga
+All the real niggas I ain't forgot y'all
+I know one thing, I know one thing
+They just wanna go home, they just wanna go home
+And if they go home, they ain't gon' do no more wrong
+They just wanna go home
+Oh Lord
+Oh Lord6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Indictments(hook)
+Lets not talk about indictments
+That shit get frightening
+Lets not speak about cocaine
+They swapping names
+Federal search and seizure
+Turn boys into believers
+Set up by your people
+Young devils and deceivers
+You're not my equal
+
+[Verse 1: B Will]
+(Daamn) Eddie hit my phone like whats happenin homie
+Went to Baton Rouge, niggas ratted on me
+Shit get crazy my old lady young attached and lonely
+Bitch got full of that powder and she snatched the homie
+Lawwd, how much pain can my soul take
+Oh what a difference 36 O's make
+I hit em up, broke em down
+Murders turn to cold case
+3am, me or them, them niggas dont sell coke late
+Pink dolphins and snowflake
+All they do is roleplay
+In my heart I just know (I can whip a whole cake)
+I saw the whole thing starin through my gold frames
+Chain smokin cigarettes ashes on my low mayne
+Up the totem pole the rocks that my scrotum hold
+Jesus please bless my soul
+I press the dope with my left exhale the smoke with my right arm
+Don't rat (Don't rat, that that's how niggas die young)
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+I hate talking about indictments
+But I think its time to speak
+5 months til my release these niggas stole my brother Bleek
+4 weeks later read the paper faces poppin up (Im hurtin)
+Homocide in my cell sayin we gotcha (On 7 murders)
+Next day 4 more indictments it was frightenin my heart shakin
+4 more drug charges and my old lady made the statement(This is facts)
+Took my music froze all my accounts
+To bring me pain cry in shame (Like I was dealin cocaine)
+That was illegal search and seizure how they went fucked with my shit
+Prolly did it cause when they questioned me I told em suck my dick
+It ain't stoppin kept goin one year later two more indictments
+Bringing syrup in jail ???? Titus
+Hard lookin at that chalkboard thinkin am i finished
+When your face on top the chalkboard
+Under you are your lieutenants
+Orange slippers on my feet
+Prayin I see some gucci tennis
+This shit get hard to mention (So please)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Grade A[Intro]
+Coming up I wanted a money roll to get a honor roll
+Bitches so bad you think about 'em man they conscience cold
+And I'll take these bitches over a 100 hoes
+Straight like that
+Livin' galore I'm talkin' shape like that
+Got the body of the goddess with a face to match
+Grade A niggas so "grade A" I attract
+No C's or D's on my team
+Girl you a title
+[Hook]
+Check out my honor roll
+Grade A bitches, Grade A, Grade A, Grade A bitches
+Check out my honor roll
+Grade A bitches, put your hands up if you a Grade A bitch
+Check out my honor roll
+Grade A bitches Grade A Grade A with my bitches
+Check out my honor roll
+Grade A bitches, put your hands up if you a Grade A bitch
+
+[Verse 1]
+Red bone slim waist
+Pretty face pretty pussy Grade A
+Can't forget my Harlem chick the baddest upstate
+Perfect ass but it look fake
+Can't forget my West Side bitch out the A
+She ? nigga we at the dealership nigga
+Got the chick at King Of Diamonds man she ? too
+Bad bitches across the world love Boosie Boo
+My LA she a model yes her sex appeal make it holla
+Perfect eye liner
+My H-Town chick man all she do is wear designer
+Got her own shit man she a grinder
+[hook]
+
+[Verse2]
+Own car own house
+Weave, purse and her hair bounce
+Can't forget my Jamaican girl with no stomach
+Whole family street style she got old money
+My Puerto Rican superbad she got a walk on her
+Sexy sassy anything she got a mouth on her
+My Memphis girl lord knows I bet the house on her
+I got a Chinese broad bad as Nicki Minaj
+Honor roll honor roll
+Where you at girl?
+Catch the walk look bad make it clap girl
+Red bottoms ten out of time my boss bitch
+You see the shit I got on? Nigga she bought this
+Chanel bags, 5 swag, that's my snow bunny
+Blonde hair, blue eyes, that's a cold bunny
+My Cali girl, she standin' 5'3
+She favor Halle Berry, and she bad as can be
+
+[hook]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Want Sex[Verse 1:]
+When I Step Up In Da Club Niggas Giv Me Daps An Hugs Hoez Winkin Dey Eye I Know One Thang Now Dey Wanna Fuck
+I'm Lookin Like Cuban Smokin Er Body Kno Boo Be Chokin An All I'm Askn Can I Bust Dat Pussy Wide Open Can't U Tell
+She Caramel With A Smile Dat'll Make U Pre Cum A Dime Piece Wholl Jump Up On Dat Dick An Make Lil B Run
+Shes So Wet So Wet She Make U Wet So Wet Itz Sloppy Sex Shakin When She Cummin Look At Dis Women Kissn Me On My Chest
+I'm Tryna Stick It In Ha Stumac Look Lay Down Let Me Suc Yo Titties Caress Dem Pretty Bitches An Shove It In An Sho
+Ya Yea Dat I'm Da Sickest She So Special She So Special Da Head Up On Ha Body Make Ya Jump Up Off Da Dresser Stop Playin
+Gul Giv Me Da Cat B4 U Neva Get A Phone Call Turn On Dat Keith Sweat An Let Me Take Yo Thong Off
+[Hook:]
+I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans, I Want Sex, (Nah I'mma B Real Man) I Want Sex, (We Gon Do It Latah On Anyway), I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Turn Around Girl Frum Behind, N Let Me C Wut Mama Gave Ya, Let Me Sho U Tricks Dat I Learnt On A Beach Up In Jamaica, Fuck Dem Hatahz(Fuck Dem Hatahz), Can U Get Away Fo A Day Or Two So I Can Sho How A Playa Do
+Er Body Gon B Hatin u, Fo Livin Lavage Through Duh Week Gucci Dresses N Yo Fingahz U Got Kartz, Let A Niggah Savage, N Beat Dat Pussy, Let A Niggah Teach Dat Pussy, Have Dat Pussy Far Frum Rookie
+Look, N Shes So Wet, Duh Bed Soakn Wet, My Heads Soakin Wet, I'm Pourn Down With Sweat, Head Straight To Duh Shower, Fo A Hour, Where I Take My Break, I'm Santa Clause, N She Finnah Ride Muh Fuckn Sleigh
+Now Turn Aound, N Bend It Back, N Let Me Put It N Dat Caddy, Wen I Hit It Holla Ha Ha Ha
+
+[Hook:]
+I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, (I'mma B Real, I'm Jus Tryn Tuh Fuck Sumthin) I Want Sex
+So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, N Check It Out Nah
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Nah She Don Gave Me Dat Pussy, I Think I'm Pussy Whippd
+Come Home Frum Studio Sessions, She Got A Meal Cooked
+Rubbin My Chest, Combin My Hair, Smelln Like Red Roses
+She Say Da Shit Dat Lift My Spirit, Have A Thug Focused
+Den She Baby Bath Water With A Lil Alcohol, Den She Go N Get A Movie
+N We Gon Watch It All
+[Hook:]
+Shes So Wet, I Feel Ha Cummin Down, N I Love Duh Way She Sounds, Shes A Thug Nah
+(N Dats All Am I'm Askn U Kno Wut I'm Sayin?)
+(Jus Give Me Dat Pussy U Kno Wut I'm Saiyn?)
+(We Gon Do It Latah on anyway) (N On Top Of Dat U Kno Dats Gon Make Me Really Show You Love)
+(U Kno A Niggah Ain't Tryna Dawg Or Nuthin, I Ain't Tryna Do U Wrong or nuthin
+I Jus Wanna Fuck U, It's Jus Fo Love)
+So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, So Wet Da Beds Wet
+My Fuckn Head Wet, So Wet She Got Chu, So Wet She Got Chu
+So Wet Da Bed Wet, My Fuckn Head Wet9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Green Light SpecialWetter than u
+Boosie bad azz
+Green light specials
+
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u (So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+When I come in the room she hug me (She hug me)
+When I leave she say she love me
+(Love me)
+I love u too, she say nobody do it like I do
+On top of dat I feel her juices comin down when she on top of dat
+First class in the air let me put you on that dro
+Jump in the drop top baby let ya hair blow
+Fatal attraction when we kissin it's already hard
+Go to the levy in the bentley and look at the stars
+Be in the shower for a hour pussy real clean
+Walk to me in them boy draws
+(Oh lawd)
+I keep it real with her so she keep it real with me
+I catch one she catch three then we fly to Tennesse
+Pull out ya chair let take a seat
+Let's eat sum raw shit
+Fetuccini and steak and have some crawfish
+You like the fish girl I can take you down to False River put you on a
+Jet ski with a real nigga
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+She like to kiss me thru the phone when I'm on a road trip
+(What up baby)
+When I come home you the first thing I'm goin get
+(I mean dat)
+She do gymnastics on the dick
+Even ride it from the back
+Put yo head in the pillow toot it up I like that
+(Yeeeaaahhh)
+She like to tell me sweet things when I'm havin problems
+I like to come and lean sneak up on her like a possum
+Make her smile til her cheeks hurt
+(That's my shawty)
+I drive she got the .40
+Bonnie and clyde
+I lie she go lie
+When I cry she go cry
+Love a nigga so much if I die she wanna die
+I take her to the mall mayne I like to get her fly
+Jump on the slab off one and a half and just ride
+I kiss her on her stomach talk to her when I bang her
+First she thought I was just a rap nigga now she see I'm gangsta
+Green light special never red never yellow
+Tell em baby girl
+(Boosie ain't nobody better)
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+We vacay with what they make in a year
+I just make a wish and he'll make it appear
+I know how he want it so I just volunteer
+Never sayin no I just make it disappear
+Slidin right up in it slippery when wet
+And his diamond always grippin still swhoopin just like a vet
+Now he caught up like borettes
+Got him cumin just like a jet
+Sound just like drizzy sayin I'm the fuckin best
+I'm the fuckin best yeah yeah I'm the fuckin best
+But I hold ma nigga down no matter what the test
+He know I'm a rider never gotta stress
+Ain't thinkin bout no nigga cause ma nigga got me best
+Green light special how you wanna do this?
+I'm a cold bitch, sicker than that flu shit
+We can ride it out you can straight canoe it
+I'm a go all out I ain't nuthin to be fooled with
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials
+
+I feel like I can get it wetter than u
+(So wet)
+I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
+She give me green light specials
+Green light specials2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Smile To Keep From Crying[Intro]
+From the heart, Boosie Badazz
+I cry and i sit by the fan
+Sometimes I smile to keep from crying
+They don’t know what we go through
+
+[Verse 1]
+You might think I’m happy all the time ‘cause you see smiles on my face
+And my followers over 500K
+But I been going through some problems today, hoping for better like big momma would say
+But haters come for me, magazines, they run and they lie about the things that I say
+It’s hard to keep a peace and smile even with bitches I date
+Why do you hate and come for me, you want my problems, ho?
+He raised wrong, damn woman, won’t be my momma, ho
+I hope for change, I’m trying though
+Just lost my thug, ripped him apart, yeah they sprayed my man
+I cry, and I sit by the fan, somebody gon’ die today man
+I’m looking for unity, I’m tryna make a better way for you and me
+But people ain’t true to me, and honestly, I feel like they’re using me
+
+[Hook]
+They don’t know what we go through, bruh
+Sometimes I smile to keep from crying
+Sometimes I leave to keep from lying or spazzing
+You want to be me, you couldn’t imagine
+Tryna smile to keep from crying
+[Verse 2]
+Sometimes, I need me a friend, I have no one to call
+I need me somebody who listens, maybe I need me a dog
+I wake up, I look in the mirror, I put on my clothes and I leave
+If my life is beautiful, please, tell me why I need the trees, I’m going through
+This world is so cold, it’s crazy, these cops are killers, they racist
+If he was alive, he’ll be saying, “officer, why didn’t you tase me?”
+I’m on parole, one feet up in jail, one feet out the door
+Lost three aunties in just one year, this ain’t the rain, this is the snow
+Thought she was real, mama was right, guess she a ho like that
+‘Cause I went to the pen, she ain’t even write back, no love for a nigga, play a nigga like that
+The cameras, they flash at the club, the haters they see me and mug, They hate ‘cause I blew, what the fuck? I feel like I’m India Love
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+I cry, I sit by the fan
+I miss my granny and daddy
+Want to be me, you couldn’t imagine
+Tryna smile to keep from crying
+I cry, I sit by the fan1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Nigga Then[Hook x2]
+If you my nigga, you my nigga then
+We stick together thick and then
+That's my nigga then
+My nigga then
+
+[Verse 1]
+This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug, my nigga, my love
+My cock it back ready to bust
+Since we was small, look you was around nigga
+You don't pay cause I took the charge cause I'm down nigga
+When we was broke, we cocked it back and we was blastin'
+Wgen we could smoke, we pulled off with yo sacks, laughin'
+If we get chose
+We goin' on the same line
+Boxin' at the same time
+You my thug and I ain't lyin'
+Let me fuck yo main line
+You don't cherish it
+When beef kicked off
+You the first one hollerin' bury this
+Look, I'll tell ya this
+If u cross em' I'm gon' bank a bitch
+If 4 niggas go on this lick, 2 of them ain't gon' get shit
+My wodie, my round, my vick
+Kick our door together
+We pull out bread and score together
+Go to the head to blow together
+Un-click it, ain't no level my potnah, my friend
+If yo high don't kick in
+I'll give you my last shot of gin
+Look
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 2]
+And when I clip ya
+You ain't gotta pay me shit
+One of our dawgs go sour
+You holler, "We can take the click"
+Thug love made us thick
+That's why we roll solo
+Smoke Doe Doe, drink Hen like hot cocoa, while hoes pop a photo
+Was down bad with no goal for some cash
+You watch out while I hid the stash
+I'm gon' give you half
+And jump on the slab hopin' today they make me boss
+We come up together so it ain't shit to take a loss
+On yo chest, take it off, and we gon' handle that
+Collect calls or answer that
+Yo 'belle a handle that
+Look, I cock and bust with this nigga
+Get full of that dust with this nigga
+Drop my nuts with this nigga
+Cause I got love for this nigga
+Put my trust in this nigga
+He ain't never sold out
+Hollerin' fuck all that chillin' mane let's cut down a whole house
+He know what them 4's bout
+Take my side, right or wrong
+If you my nigga you my nigga we gon' ride till you gone
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Kevin Thomas my nigga then
+KB, Carvis Webb, better known as Lil Trell, that's my nigga then
+I shoot that iron with this nigga
+Do that time with this nigga
+Might toot a line with this nigga
+On my mind with this nigga
+Jump in that water with this nigga
+Kidnap yo daughter with this nigga
+Be at the remodel with this nigga
+Smokin' falls with this nigga
+Used to be down bad with this nigga, slangin' that herb
+Now we ridin' on leather up in this seat, sippin' syrup
+Put it in yo life with this nigga
+Jump on this wife with this nigga
+I shoot kites with this nigga
+I'd lose my life for this nigga
+I start wars with this nigga
+Pop up cars with this nigga
+Duck the law with this nigga
+Play it raw with this nigga
+Smoke on keys with this nigga
+I hold G's for this nigga
+I just stole D's with this nigga
+Bet not beef with this nigga
+Cause I'd creep with this nigga
+That's on my pop
+If you beefin' with him boy you beefin' with me, off the top
+Look
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Outro]
+Lil' Kevin my nigga then
+Lil' Trell, Turk and Mel, that's my nigga then, my nigga then
+Headbuster that's my nigga then
+Every number and my pretty boy brother that's my nigga then
+Jackie Major that's my nigga then
+This for Junior B and Davin Jacobs look, that's my nigga then, that's my nigga then, that's my nigga thenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+U know I ain’t scared[Intro]
+Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared)
+Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared)
+Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared)
+Boy, you know me well
+
+You know I ain't scared, fuck that pussy nigga
+Bust that nigga head, yeah, yeah
+
+[Hook]
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+
+[Verse 1]
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Catch me in the back just like some pads
+With 2 Glocks with extended clips, look like a pair of legs
+Talk about it, bitch, I'm tryna catch a head, look
+I'm off my top, I'm out my skin, I'm finna shed
+Got 50 in this clip, you and your niggas, y'all can share it
+Your bitch gon' let me rip, gon' let me tear
+Plus she gave me head
+She love to pull my hair, she hurt my head
+She asked me for some shoes, I brought her gas
+She asked me what's my name, I i told her Greg
+She say [?], I told her yeah
+Oh, that's the reason why my dude scared
+That nigga the sickest, that nigga [?] with the [?]
+Cut up bustin', cut a nigga leg
+Leave a nigga sleep like fuck a bed
+Wet his body up and touch his head
+You know I'm [?], lookin' like a cat
+Her old man funny, call that nigga Ted
+
+[Hook]
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared
+
+
+You know I ain't scared, you know I ain't pussy
+You know Boosie, he 'bout bustin' nigga's heads
+I'm with the [?]
+You know how I play it, do a nigga bad
+Fuck that pussy nigga, man, that pussy nigga dead
+(who you talkin' bout)
+Everybody 'round me they ready, they on go-mode
+Rip your block, have your arm hangin' like a yoyo
+It rain blood showers from my block to yours
+Buckin' in that ride'll get you chopped and murked
+Rip you with this chopper like Boosie been rippin' verses
+Fried you and yo' boy, a 2-piece at the Church's
+You know I ain't scared, I ain't never been a pussy
+Half a million on your head, have everybody lookin'
+Boosie got everybody lookin', Boosie got everybody lookin'
+Put some bread on your head, have everybody lookin'
+Send my nigga round the corner, he think everybody pussy
+He ain't scared, bust your head, man, with everybody lookin'
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it
+Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head
+You know I ain't scaredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Devils[Inaudible]
+[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Yeaaaaaaaaa (Devils, devils)
+We talkin' bout Devils
+We talkin' bout Devils
+We talkin' bout Devils
+(Devils)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Man it's payback
+For all the months that I layed back
+For all the blunts that had me lazy 'n' crazy
+It's drama time (Time)
+I'm gettin' ten for a show (Let's go!)
+Album ain't even dropped
+When it's dropped, I'm gettin' more
+Wish I can go down every street (every street)
+But the fuckin' Narcotics say I got death on me
+Niggas they try to rebel me (Shiiit)
+But it's motivation
+I'mma keep gettin money
+Go on Soulja hate me
+The judge looked at me
+And said how you doin' Boosie
+He called me by my nickname (Ooooh)
+What you think I'm stupid (Bitch)
+You wanna railroad a nigga (Believe That)
+And lose me in the system
+But like C-Murder and Mack
+I refuse to be a victim nigga
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+
+[Verse 2: Foxx]
+Look
+See where I'm from nigga it's Do Or Die (Die)
+Nigga tell you he gone kill you
+You gone shoot or die
+Them devils got them youngters wildin' out at twelve nah (Twelve)
+And Hollin' mutha fuck jail they goin' to hell now (Fuck Hell)
+See I'm from Baton Rouge
+Better known as Rattin' Rouge (Rattin' Rouge)
+The police know yo ass done it before you even do it (Believe It)
+I'm so gutta, so gangsta, so in the streets (What Else?)
+I'm so freaky, so nasty, so in the sheets (Believe Dat)
+My cousin lifin, grandpa lifin
+And niggas mandatory (Fuck)
+The judge ain't nothin' but the devil
+Him and the jury
+I seen a nigga die in front of me
+Eyes rolled back
+They threw the chopper bullets at 'em (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
+Like hold that
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+Devils Get Up Off Me
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie and Foxx]
+Can't even ride and get high
+Cuz them devils out
+They catch me on a back street
+They gone knock me off
+Yea I'm talkin' bout the law
+Yall sum fuckin' devils
+Up in school you got blues
+Now ya bout whateva
+Hoes tryna get money
+Tryna sell that cat
+Devil get yo ass away
+I don't pay for dat
+Don't he put ya at The wrong place
+At the wrong time
+Now you gone for a very long time (Damn)
+You hit the pen
+And you heard The fuckin' door slam
+He Wants ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam wam
+He was with you in them times when you ain't give a damn
+He was that liquor in ya hand
+Sayin' "Kill me man"
+He that lil' nigga across town
+Hatin' on ya hard
+But he ain't ready to go to war
+Thats that fuckin' devil
+Devil get up off me
+Devil get up off me
+Devilllll get up
+Get up off me
+[Hook: Lil Boosie and  Foxx]
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils get up off me
+Devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+We talkin' bout devils
+Yeaaaaaa
+Be on the look out nigga
+They got devils out chea
+Believe that
+Boosie Bad Azz (Boosie Bad Azz!)
+It don't get no realer then this nigga
+I'm the only one that drop shit like this (Believe that)
+
+We talkin' bout devils!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+God Wants Me To Ball[Chorus]
+Want money, cars, flyest clothes
+Anything anybody could ever want
+All eyes on me so cold
+Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door
+Pretty girls, living fast
+Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash
+Know I drive right through the wall
+Cus god want me to ball
+Cus god want me to ball
+I done been through it all
+I been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+I done been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+God want me to ball
+
+[Verse 1]
+I dream this on my desk back in middle school
+Plenty money, plenty women, pretty swimming pool
+You know he want me here if cancer couldn't finish you
+Look how he made me stand out when I'm in the room
+I want the coup, got the wraith with the 4 G's
+I want the shoes with the G's and the L-V's
+It ain't a vibe, it's a bond that we got
+Bullets missed, he ain't want his son shot
+I really seen it all  I'm a real blood clot
+Good heart so he blessing me dog, He never gone stop
+God want me balling this I already know
+I done seen em come and go
+I done been on death row
+Cross the tracks doing bad
+I done hustled in front the store
+Really thuggin in Milwaukee chasing bags in the snow
+You already know
+Facing murder charges up in court
+Crayola, crayloa, so many cars in a row
+[Chorus]
+Want money, cars, flyest clothes
+Anything anybody could ever want
+All eyes on me so cold
+Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door
+Pretty girls, living fast
+Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash
+Know I drive right through the wall
+Cus god want me to ball
+Cus god want me to ball
+I done been through it all
+I been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+I done been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+God want me to ball
+
+
+[Verse 2]
+I really been through it all (No lie)
+I know he want me to ball
+Cus every time, he answer my call
+They go to stressing me
+End up double blessing me
+It's like the same old recipe, he blessing me
+Women sexing me, no need for texting me
+They with it (ooh)
+In this lifestyle they pretty (ooh)
+God don't want me in the hood (naw)
+He want me in the big house
+Flossed out living good (Yes sir)
+I want the money like Sean and Fif get
+And he want me with it to that's why he let me out of prison
+Got a billion dollar mind frame
+And everybody think Imma crash because of my past
+It's a mind thing
+Imma shine the whole time frame
+From the summer to the winter where the minks are for dinner
+Jewel house, Boosie chips, Boosie liquor
+Full house plenty kids got to feed em
+[Chorus]
+Want money, cars, flyest clothes
+Anything anybody could ever want
+All eyes on me so cold
+Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door
+Pretty girls, living fast
+Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash
+Know I drive right through the wall
+Cus god want me to ball
+Cus god want me to ball
+I done been through it all
+I been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+I done been through it all
+I done seen them come and go
+I done seen them fall
+God want me to ball2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trouble (LADR)[Hook x2]
+Oooooooh
+Nigga you in trouble now
+Oooooooh
+Can't nobody save you now
+Oooooooh
+
+[Verse 1]
+All black, everythang
+This is not a game
+This that fufu-fufu-fa, this that fire flame
+Itchin' for some attention, so now you entertained
+Masked up get it up, how I run it man
+All you had to do was chill, mind yo business
+But you won't drop in these shoes, these that wrong tennies
+Ain't nobody bad, cuz this story have a sad ending
+One strike you out, another one don't talk
+Oooooooh
+You hear that nigga, bloaw feel that nigga
+And can't nobody save ya
+You in a swamp with gators
+We get it in my friend, cuz the streets made us
+Got my AK, 2 clips taped together
+Talkin' like you ball whatever, but we'll finna see
+And you can't run, I could touch ya and a penitentiary
+You gonna be a memory
+You better run when you hear
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+When we ride, we gon' ride, we gon' show stretchin'
+Stalkin' caps in our head, make us look bald headed
+When we ride, no survivors, the whole section
+2 to the leg, 2 to the chest, then dome check em
+Catch him slippin' by his house, we home reckless
+Black gloves, no prints, we known veterans
+You done dropped in this water, you really need help
+You in the water with great whites and killer whales
+Oooooooh
+These choppas nigga
+These stop a nigga
+This ain't no kiddie land
+Welcome to jigga land
+When niggas kidnap and rob niggas like Jigga man
+Then watch the bitch in my hand
+I ain't gon' stop with it nigga
+I'ma eat yo lunch with it nigga
+Get the job done with it nigga
+I gon' pull the sawnoff, knock his arm off
+We got no specific victims, we want all of y'all
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3: lee banks]
+Man whats up wit all these pussy ass twitter gangsters
+Thuggin' for the internet
+Okay there's beef, I'm with it we can get into that
+Computer killers, distance from a distance, kind of shit is that?
+Let me load up a choppa and pop up where you little niggas at
+Then all yo families where they at, fuck em we gon' splam niggas
+Shotty got a half trigger, knock you in the half nigga
+Why you with that booting, looking stupid, I just laugh nigga
+You can be foolish and get smashed shit I die nigga
+Oooooooh
+Body bags and caskets
+White chalk, yellow tape, cold tables and pastors
+No I'm not a actor
+And no I'm not just a rapper
+You can judge me by the cover,But I’ll close a nigga chapter
+I'm with that, I ain't with the chit chat
+I just click clack
+I hop on and drive on, like groaw groaw nigga get back
+I'ma sit back, until its time to pop up where yo shit at
+I'd really push a nigga shit back, oh bitch ass nigga
+
+[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Letter To Pac[Produced By: MixxedByTone]
+
+Boosie bad.. holla at my nigga right quick
+
+My letter to 2Pac..
+Wake up nigga, let me holla at you right quick
+
+First of all I wanna let you know
+That you're really missed
+There will probably be nobody better, real shit
+All through my life, you inspire me dawg
+When you died, I really cried
+I wanted to ride for you dawg
+
+Say 'pac
+I be going through it, just like you
+Police hate me, government officals
+They hate me too
+People compare me to you, but I never asked for that glory
+But I do feel like we one of a kind, with similar stories
+
+They call this hustle shit this trap shit
+South run the rap shit
+Half these rappers wouldn't even make it if you was rapping 'pac
+These dudes you used to beef with? They blew up for real
+The boy Jay Z, he eating, he damn near touching a bill
+Unconditional love, dear mama
+I ain't mad at you, my favorite song
+Say 'pac, when I listen to him I wish that you was home
+
+'pac, they charged me with murders, and maced me in my cell
+Still, I got high in that bitch every day 'pac, lol
+
+Your momma smilin', she even got her own college
+You served a purpose, you gave millions of kids with nothing knowledge
+
+Guess what?
+Suge just hit a nigga in a car, heard he killed the nigga
+Pac, now he say he going blind
+I hope he beat them bitches
+
+They still got money for wars
+But they can't feed the poor
+We got a black president now, 'pac
+But we still ain't got Moor, it's crazy (his name's Obama)
+
+I just wish I had some time to make a hit with you
+My oldest daughter Ivy say, "Daddy that's all you listen to"
+
+I hate the cops just like you hate the cops
+I can act in Hollywood but they don't wanna give me no shot
+My bad, my name's Boosie
+People don't even buy CD's no more, 'pac
+Teenagers ain't even fighting mane
+They squeezing that nine (They shootin' up everybody)
+
+Anyway, save a spot for me
+I wish you had Google
+Can't really tell you in this letter
+But it's a lot to know about Boosie (I'm the truth 'pac)
+
+Police shooting us down on TV now
+It's starting to feel like 1968 in 3D, 'pac
+It's amazing
+I fucked two hoes, I tossed it up last night
+And they let me press record, I went dumb last night
+Smile
+
+But anyway, you're probably tired so ima let you go
+But thanks for everything you got me through, 100
+
+I remain the same
+Boosie Badazz6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Rain[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I lost my daddy at 14, I lost Trell at 12, life in jail
+Ain't it funny how the money makes you separate the real and fake?
+I started off small time victim of the game, a Monte Carlo to a Bentley and a diamond ring
+I got fame but mayne my whole world changed
+Some niggas left me in the rain, my girls changed, they changed on me!
+I thought I got lucky, 200 G's took my grandmother from me
+I hit my knees (Why lord?!) I tried syrup I tried weed I couldn't cope nigga
+Head down crying tears at the hospital
+A broken home, tried to get my hustle on nigga killed Lil Ivy my soul gone
+I bought my mama a house she cried instantly, all that shinin' got my niggas in penitentary!
+
+[Hook x2: Locco]
+I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain!
+
+[Verse 2:Lil Trill]
+Still got hatred in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things
+Even for Easter givin' the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin' up in Carroltyn now that ain't right
+We still smile though cause of the sunshine, wonder what I'll do if I could press rewind
+I done seen a lot and I done had both sides of the field, the best of both worlds and yeah I'm for real
+Mama got 7 kids with pops I stand alone
+I'm walking through the rain but still I move on, I just started so right now I'm far from done
+I keep moving on until I see the full sun
+Patiently waiting but the best is still yet to come, I guess things happen for a reason when its said & done
+Say Lil B keep your head up just take it serious bra keep your faith in God cause he's the one who lay at us
+[Hook x2: Locco]
+I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain!
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+Diabetes steady eating my insides fucking my vision up I swear to God I feel like giving up
+Some times I'm laughin' with my money machine, but they trying to put me on dialysis machine
+I-v's in my arms, I know I'm doing wrong no insurance back to Earl K. Long
+Being a daddy only thing that make me happy, I'm tired of getting sick same thing for young savage
+I try to do right and help my community police still kicking at my door Dirty motherfuckers
+You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders!
+When I look at your son I see your face homie (Lil Ivy) everybody pray for me cause they hating on me
+Wish I could take it all back sometimes, truth is I don't even like to rap sometimes5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Who Do You Love[Verse 1]
+I'm the cream of the crop, ask somebody
+I'm the crack in the pot
+I'm the THC on the marijuana (I'm the purp)
+I'm the thug in every nigga on the corner from night to morning
+I'm that feelin' when there's something wrong
+I'm the music have you feeling you gone live long
+I'm Lil Boosie, but the "lil" for my height man
+I'm 5'5 supa fly in that white thing, tryna gas me up
+We hit the club bout to cut up
+You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch, that's what's up
+Purple cup purple fitted (im clean) yeah
+Pussy niggas wanna do me like they did my nigga C
+Me and T we some beast on the road ain't been home in
+6 weeks satin sheets 6 freaks in my presidential suite
+Hit a hundred push ups smokin tht presidential
+Bitch who do you love?
+
+[Hook]
+5'5 supa fly
+Bitch, who do you love?
+VVS's in my necklace
+Bitch, who do you love?
+Real sexy dark complexion
+Bitch, who do you love?
+Man, them hoes love me
+[Verse 2]
+Man im sick with it (sick with it)
+Whole click coogi down with some thick woman
+You got one maybe two i got 6 hemis
+Sweat poppin off my fade i got that shit in me
+Me and my girl rollin!!
+Fresh out the shower laced with baby powder
+Get my hair cut this bitch might take a hour
+Hug a woman tight never shake a woman hand
+Treat a woman right and dawg her when she start playin
+Southside nino ballin at the casino
+Ask the belle of baton rouge who the truth in baton rouge (Boosie!!)
+Polo down from my sock to my hat
+Polo jacket all leather thts a stack
+I ain't black im chocolate retunto retarded
+Dope dealers push 4 wheelers out my garages
+All eyes in me when i step off in yo party
+I ain't steppin in the party if i can't bring my 40
+Bitch, who do you love?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Boosie, can I give you head? What! Is your mouth clean?
+Yo pussy might be clean if yo fuckin house clean (fahreal)
+Hoes stalk me (wahn!!!)
+Any bitch i fuck one time i culd fuck again plus they mouth me
+Rap critics doubt me if you dnt know now you know about the flow
+Bitch who do you love?
+Bitch who do you love?
+Bitch who do you love?
+Bitch who do you love?
+Man them hoes love me myself and I8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Black Heaven[Intro]
+Black heaven is a place where people like me go
+Up there in black heaven, black heaven
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie]
+Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness
+But probably lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant
+Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
+A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words
+Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG
+Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat
+Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor
+Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild
+I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac
+He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop?
+Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back
+Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back
+Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak
+Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped
+Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin'
+Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic
+
+[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
+I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven
+I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
+I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven
+Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again
+[Verse 2: Boosie]
+Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days
+Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays
+Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways
+Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case
+Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here
+To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here
+James Brown still hollin' it's a man's world
+But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man's girl
+Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll
+Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code
+Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record
+Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend
+Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me
+Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three
+DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started
+Rest in peace Bob Marley
+
+[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
+I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven
+I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
+I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven
+Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again
+
+[Verse 3: J. Cole]
+Where do my niggas go to when they pass?
+And why do good niggas never last?
+Some get addicted to the fast route
+The hand in hand, you know that cash route
+I pray to God that we see better days
+I caught a record while the record plays
+I'm thinkin' Lord don't let 'em carry me
+See I know one day when they bury me
+I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven
+Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven
+Don't let the paranoia get to me
+Can't take a trip to penitentiary
+I make a flip and take the summer off
+A half a brick? Now that's a somersault
+I look to God, it's been along road
+I got my braid up, like a cornrow
+I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way
+If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Struggle[Intro]
+Mixtape!
+Boosie Boo nigga
+And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now
+Word for word
+Life story for life story
+I'm the truth
+
+[Verse 1]
+It started off in the back yard, I'm that boy
+Hate to lose
+If I lose you can get blues, I'm that hard
+Life scarred from a bad memory, Daddy love drugs
+You can't take this from him, he loved us
+Went from neighborhood jackas
+To neighborhood stackas
+I-10 ridas, to I-10 traffickas
+Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
+Walking to school with a tool, who gon' beef with me?
+Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke
+Mama she washed her hands, and let me go
+The rest you know
+I ain't gotta explain, I been a mane
+Since I went got my own
+Now they look at me grown
+Posted up behind the same ol', on Wyoming Street
+Big sacks, big gats, and some artillery
+All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleek
+All the old niggas showed us ropes, like they picturin' me
+Mane
+[Hook x3]
+You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
+
+[Verse 2]
+The hard times, me and you getting blisted
+Got a dime bag, but we couldn't buy the Philly
+Walked into the weed dispenser, we was short on a special (mane)
+So we got drunk, snatched purses, mane it's whatever
+Old niggas try to shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it
+Got a big knot now I'm thuggin'
+With a big ugly something on my waistline
+Bouncin' through the South side
+Back then it was straight gin, dickies, and cowhides
+You ain't from our side, we bustin' at you that's the rules
+Used to be deep, now we down to just a few
+Mane I'm talking bout them lonely nights
+Me and my homie on the flight
+Sneaking through hoes window, robbin niggas for indo
+Runnin' with nothing but hard heads like Fry thing and Kevin
+Going to clubs reppin', hollerin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven"
+Cause I'm outchea
+Look like my luck fucked up
+And I done lost a lot of niggas so my trust fucked up
+Mane
+
+[Hook x3]
+You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel out hustle
+[Verse 3]
+Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
+All the bondsmen, keeping it gutta with my peoples
+The thug life, back to back catching misdemeanors
+The drug life, serving junkies in front the cleaners
+The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit
+My mama preachin', but Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it (Hard-headed)
+You know they said I was dead, 2 shots up in my head
+Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next
+Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya
+Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya, high school
+4 deep in the Monte Carlo
+Dusted and disgusted tryna make it to tomorrow
+When I borrowed, I gave back
+When it was bill time, I made stacks
+I-10 to 150 I shake that
+The baby-mama-drama make me wanna holla
+Plus I lost ass my ghetto role models, this my struggle mane2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bank RollBoosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
+To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
+
+Bank roll after bank Roll
+Big Money
+I like it
+Bank roll after Bank Roll
+
+[Verse 1]
+I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
+Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
+Fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes
+Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll
+I watched and observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word)
+Turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter bird, big knots in my dickie pants
+Had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain, I'm off da chain mayne!
+Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
+Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
+And I got dis weed and syrup shit well lets get rich I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!)
+6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
+
+[Hook x2]
+Bank roll after bank roll
+Big Money
+I like it
+Bank roll after bank roll
+A million dollas on my mind, a hunded g's at a time nigga!
+[Verse 2]
+I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga
+Blockin you out chia poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes
+Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you
+Straight and plus ya drug every day
+Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash
+So everytime money calls I gotta bust my ass
+Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll
+I ain't playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga
+Mel just hit me with a bank roll
+Just hit me with a bank roll but I call them back like I need more
+So many kids to feed it ain't a game partner all of em eaten good ask my baby momma threw
+All the drama I'mma shine I'mma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to ny city talkin about a nother million
+Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change
+Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin right cause with out it who am
+Make the haters wanna cry drive by & homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin for stripes
+They want a bank roll you want thes ho you want these clothes you wanna
+Stay fly get your mind and your money right
+Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have
+A little fun niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
+When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga
+[Hook x2]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Exciting[Talking]
+This Boosie Bad Azz, and lemme tell you somethin
+When I was 16 or 17, my momma looked at me and she said
+"Boosie, son... get on yo mothafuckin shit, nigga!"
+[Hook]
+Big money! I like it
+I used to have hoes who triflin'
+Now I got pros who dykin'
+And it's excitin, it's excitin'
+
+[Verse 1- Lil' Boosie]
+I had to get my shit together mayne, I didn't like it
+I had too many hoes who triflin
+Dirty shell toes and Nike's
+I didn't like it. It wasn't excitin
+Until I got money, I got icy
+Hoes got right, they got feisty
+Turk put me in the studio, I kept writin
+Droppin that gangsta shit, and it's excitin
+Purple after purple nigga, we kept lightin
+Concert after concert mayne, we kept flightin
+We struck the world real quick like lightning
+You pussy ass rap niggas, stop bitin
+I used to fuck with little girls with little minds who wasn't grown yet
+So before you wear a thong, get yo pussy in check
+Yo hygiene a mothafucka, you 'sposed to stay smellin right
+Especially if you got a nigga with money, that's what he like
+[Hook 2x]
+
+[Verse 2- Lil' Boosie]
+And all of my shows be excitin
+Hoes grabbin on my dick, wanna bite it
+Didn't yo momma teach you better? You triflin
+Just Chill, after the show you can lick me like icing
+Money make yo life better so fuck what they say
+Girls be more G'd up everytime they look in ya face
+She used to kiss me on my neck (uh huh)
+Now she suck me til that pussy get wet (uh huh)
+I remember way back when I used to fuck rats
+When they wore them daisy dukes, had that pussy sittin fat
+Now a nigga gettin stacks, I do whatever I like
+I'll hit em Asian, Black or White, I have my pleasure with dykes
+I'm first class on every flight, I'm a big dog, nigga
+At the Super Bowl, I'm front row. Where's y'all niggas?
+I used to fuck with hoes who like to cut ya tires up
+Now I'm breaded and they can't even get a nut
+
+[Hook 2x]
+
+[Verse 3- Webbie]
+I been livin like a tymer, and I like it
+Hittin niggas baby mommas and they wifey
+With the rims all shiny, dressed nicely
+'Bauds wit the white tee, fresh white tee
+Nice white two-seat or I might be
+New SUV, doin 90
+Lookin for the right weed for the right fee
+Hit it once or twice, B... my eyes tightening
+Now I'm goin faster, I swerved slightly
+To the left lane then I came back right
+.357 clutched tightly cuz it might be
+My night, you know we got niggas dyin nightly
+Tonight I'm with a nice freak, she had white sheets
+Clean up, lick a nigga nuts cuz she like me
+Find another me up in the streets is unlikely
+Don't hit me on the phone later on cuz I might be gone
+Chorus 2x1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Fall[Verse 1]
+I ain’t buying his music, that nigga stupid
+That nigga need to be in jail, he belong in a cell
+I ain’t never liked Boosie (man but that nigga’s album was straight)
+Yeah his album was straight, but what them kids gon do?
+You nosy bitch, I fall most of y’all gon turn your backs
+And ain’t gon throw me shit!
+My side bitch, she was gon after a couple months
+Should’ve left that ho alone after a couple fucks
+I ain’t forget, some niggas ain’t send me shit
+Some hard times
+Niggas who I fucked with forgot my son’s Jordan size
+Lies, broken promises made my heart cold
+Blocks on the phone from bitches I bought red bottoms
+
+[Hook]
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+(Man I ain’t got it right now, shit tight man)
+If it all falls down again
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+(Girl fuck that nigga, he in jail, I ain’t waiting on him)
+If it all falls down again
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+On IG, IG, twitter, twitter, twitter bout a real nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+They gon call me an asshole, prolly come for my cash flow
+Call me a killer
+Keep saying that I’m the reason all these little niggas squeezing these triggers
+They gon call me the bad guy, you know how they do Badazz
+They gon show all them old pictures, codefendants and old pistols
+Prolly bring up my jail record, prolly say can’t no jail help me
+Bring up that family treatment
+First, first, first degree
+Boosie back from the dead, no hurting me
+You know what they say about me and my clique
+We don’t belong on this planet, goddamnit, that’s some cold shit
+Even when I beat my case, front page next mother's day
+But guess what my mother say, fuck them get money babe
+[Hook]
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+(Man I ain’t got it right now, shit tight man)
+If it all falls down again
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+(Girl fuck that nigga, he in jail, I ain’t waiting on him)
+If it all falls down again
+I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say
+On IG, IG, twitter, twitter, twitter bout a real nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Murder Was The Case (Intro)[Intro]
+W—Wonder if they...
+Murder was the case that they gave me
+Hahaha (Boosie)
+Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Kill kill)
+When his nigga snitch
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Kill kill)
+Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch
+
+[Verse 1]
+You know they said I killed the whole goddamn city (Damn)
+Now it's bad blood 'til the day we attack (Yeah)
+Man, they done charged me and my niggas
+Shit too real, you come back, you don't rat
+Jurors like Rayful Edmond, couldn't go home (Man)
+Couldn't say they name (Anonymous) couldn't do a thang
+As they took a lifestyle and delivered it in pain
+And forgot about the past of that nigga who got slain (Man)
+Look at this, man, the bar ate and boxed me (Boxed me)
+Took a quarter million and went and got me Johnnie Cochran
+Told me if I lose, they will hit me with the gas (Ooh)
+Kicked down every spot that a nigga had
+They said, "We got you on six bodies (Six bodies)
+And two attempts (Two attempts)"
+I said "Sir, you lying (Lying), 'cause I don't do attempts (I don't do attempts)"
+They tapped the phones at the jail, they done wiretapped Trell
+They put bugs in my cell (Man)
+They say I know about the—
+[Hook]
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (W—Wonder if they)
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch)
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill
+Murder was the case that they gave me
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch)
+Murder was the case that they gave me
+
+[Verse 2]
+To take my life, they tried to use my music (My music)
+If I don't think shit real now, I'm stupid
+Couldn't get a bond (Nah), shit fucked up (Fucked up)
+My O.G. and my son, man, they couldn't stand up
+Now, them people got them flashlights and all kind of papers
+Blood everywhere and they say they know facts (Facts)
+Showin' pictures to the jury tryna degrade us
+In videos, strapped up in all black
+Not guilty, the hustler way, hell of a gift for my mama
+Your son home, Mama, Happy Mother's Day (Happy Mother's Day)
+"I heard you had rap beef"—are you serious?
+We never beefed; don't know what happened to him, period
+[Hook]
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (W—Wonder if they)
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch)
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill
+Murder was the case that they gave me
+Murder, murder
+Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Miss You[Intro:]
+Now Imma Do This One For The Mommas Who Lost Dey Babies
+For The Niggas Who Lost Dey Niggas
+And The Lil Boys And Girls Who Lost Dey Daddys
+
+[Verse 1:]
+See These Devils Dey Do You Wrong (Dirty Mutafuckas)
+Niggas Died To Get Money Long (Dirty Mutafuckas)
+Everybody Gotta Hustle And They Hustle And They Strong
+Here Today Next Day You Gone In Ths Hood I Roam
+Carla Hit Me On The Phone Like ? Gone
+Camrae Just Died And Tefa Gone
+For Every Momma Lost A Child They Gone Play This Song
+Missing Her Baby More And More Everyday He Gone
+Sincerly To Miss Linda From My Heart And Soul
+Twin You Still Gotta Brother Muthafucka You My Thug Til The Day I Go
+Wish I Can Spin A Block Wit Ivy And Joc
+Wish I Can Count Cake Wit Ace
+Wish I Scope Dope With Roe Mane
+Make You Feel Like God Tryna Tell You Something
+So Much Death In This World nigga ain't scared of nothing
+Remember The Police They Killed My Nigga Nail Shawn On The Front Road Pulling Out A 8.(Damn)
+
+[Hook]
+Sometimes I Wanna Break Down And Cry
+You Don't Know How Bad I Miss You
+Neva Gone Forget The Times That We Shine
+[X2]
+[Verse 2]
+Heard the news about his father's nightmare
+He at home all along and he miss his dad
+Pression on em all on his life to say daddy is killed
+Momma strong out on the licor son selling momma flippers
+It's a cold world
+No my grandma looking down and my grandfather too
+Mad at the choises a make but i'm a father too
+Flip move a nigga don't say how much he miss ya
+My thug brothers ? ? Rest in Peace this
+Every gangsta cross the track in a fuckin' grave
+From gunshots to AIDS life sentence they gave
+They memories keep in here with me
+That purple and that hennessy make it clear to see
+They gone
+
+
+[Hook]
+
+A drank whole pin of Sizzurp for you cause you don't know how i miss you
+I throwed a party every 3rd for you cause you don't know how i miss you
+Never gone froget you nigga
+
+[Verse 3]
+This for every momma lost they child
+Life ain't life no more
+Cuz she lost another child
+Remember feedin' his baby sending to the school
+While his cold eyes ? ?
+But she never forget
+Mane sincerely ? i love you
+I see so many kisses and hugs of niggas who gone
+Like my nigga Ivy
+Now the whole southside ain't smilin' they wildin'
+They killin' niggas mommas in retailition
+They talk about the old days but it's new generation
+They get bread and bust heads in any situation
+One shot for my Soulja head in soulja hell
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Life of a RealThese are the words of a real nigga
+NIGGA
+Figure of speech
+Whea I'm from
+Know what I'm talking bout
+Boosie Bad Azz
+Look Look Look
+The way you live the life of a real nigga
+Be a real nigga
+I'mma keep it gangsta
+All the way gangsta
+I ain't gone change
+Believe that
+Da words of a real nigga
+Talk to 'em nigga
+Look nigga
+
+From sun down to sun up
+Be bout ya come up (be bout ya come up)
+Ya wake up to get ya cake up
+Be bout ya paper (be bout ya paper)
+Never snitch
+Take your silence to tha grave wit ya (grave wit ya)
+Give back to tha hood
+If you a made nigga (made nigga)
+If you a daddy then you got responsibility (nigga)
+Dead beats close your ears
+You ain't feeling me (pussy)
+You say you thuggin'
+If you thuggin' live or die by it (we live or die by it)
+You say you hustling
+Teach your click to be wise by it
+Keep ya tool on ya mane
+You know tha rules (know da rules)
+Them real nigga in college
+You gotta wake up for school (they real to)
+Hustle
+What you doing for a living
+You satisfied wit the money you getting
+You ain't no real nigga (they say you ain't no real nigga)
+Respect ya elders
+Believe me you'll live longer (yes mama)
+My nigga kids, my kids
+That's how we live homie
+Tha pin don't make you realer
+Then the next nigga (pin life)
+I'm straight G this fuckin' jeweler don't make me (Fuck no)
+No man or women shall separate us
+That me shit
+You play some games
+Forgive me god its G shit
+I lay down law
+I keep it real wit niggas
+If gonna play games
+I deal wit niggas
+Buck nigga
+
+Chorus(2x)
+Money don't make me
+I'm straight G, I'm straight gangsta
+The words of a real nigga (real nigga)
+No man or women shall separate me ( my nigga)
+The words of a real nigga
+
+Ole school ran into me
+Told me even when ya bread low (bread low)
+Nigga never keep ya head low (head low)
+If that's ya girl, love ya girl
+Fuck what ya nigga say
+But he suppose to speak his mind
+If he feel that way (my nigga)
+If you a boss break it off
+When its bond time (my bond)
+Cause you know it was fucked up one time (fucked up)
+One time already know
+Shid call my lawyer (call him now)
+Tell him I plead the 5th (plead da 5th)
+And they done bugged my charger (bugged my charger)
+Hustle harder wake up early and get on your grind
+If you a soldier be a soldier till it came yo time
+Niggas jealous in this world and they dirty to (dirty to)
+For a lil fame and a big name they'll murder you
+Chorus 2x
+
+Boosie Bad Azz
+
+I told all my niggas
+No man or women shall separate what we create
+Some niggas died
+Some niggas joke
+Some niggas ball and make it
+Some niggas fake and say they real in every fuckin' verse
+Them hope to bees and wannabees
+They gone say it first
+Don't it hurt deep inside
+When a nigga turn bitch
+Let a bitch take his figures
+Separate his niggas
+Ain't it funny wit tha money
+Everything change
+You keep it real wit yo nigga in tha chain gang
+When it all fall down can you maintain
+Stay real stay silent without no fuckin' violence
+If a nigga crossed the line
+Would you solve the problem
+I got yo back nigga
+I got yo back nigga
+Real niggas
+I'mma send this motherfucker here
+I'mma send this bitch to all my real niggas
+Cross the world
+Who live by or die by whatever they do
+Weather hustling rap hustling
+Going to school hustling
+Or block hustling whatever you do
+This for my real niggas
+Money don't make boosie bad azz
+Torrance Hatchet
+Just me just me
+That's it
+I'mma take all this jeweler off right now
+Still me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What I Learned From the StreetsOk this what I learned from the streets
+Handle your beef
+Your playing with keys
+Sleep with your heat
+You're a role model if partner gotta be me
+All hoes ain't sweet, they messing
+Everything happens for a reason but they all lessons
+If u stressed then pick your head up, nigga
+Get your bread up, nigga
+If your scared, scared niggas get they head bust
+I make you catch a heart attack, in starter hats
+Just left downtown I got my 40 back
+A situation started, nigga I'm never smiling
+Beast mode until they take me, got that from Ivy
+Any nigga who watch you up and down want something you got
+Why my enemies envy me got that from pop
+If I flop then it's back to selling blocks
+Back to telling niggas they can't hustle in my spot, off the top
+My daddy raised me to hate a cop
+So all my motherfuckin life, I hated cops
+Cam rich told me niggas change when u give them blocks
+Nigga told me when I ride better keep it cocked
+
+[Hook:]
+This what I learned from the streets
+Keep it real lil nigga
+Keep your steel lil nigga
+Fuck these hoes lil nigga
+Forgot your roles lil nigga
+This what I learned from the streets
+Watch your back lil nigga
+Keep it strapped lil nigga
+You lil axe lil nigga
+A real gutter nigga and your nuts a lil bigga
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+People rose around me
+Money is money so concentrate when you count it
+Every nigga who bounce ain't no gangsta ass nigga
+And I learned that from richas
+Spoil all the dopefiends
+I learned that from pitchas
+Fred city show me how to roll that killa
+Big loton show me how to come with rhythm
+Ever since then I've been the sickest in the system
+Dunking down on jacobs took me on my first mission
+I jumped out bustin fuck it you ain't saying nuthin
+Ivy showed me how to cook it up and get it hard
+Put me on this jewelry shit I miss my boy
+Look, no matter how good you treat em
+That dope will make em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers
+These nigga turning on they own people
+These niggas devils out here
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Shell]
+The streets told me boy gutter keep that thang on ya
+And fuck your friends cause most niggas still change on ya
+These streets cold so u gotta keep that heater close
+Might be your boy that's tryin burn u, dog u never know
+Man look these hoes ain't no better they be vultures too
+I crossed one of those niggas and I ain't crossing you
+Just keep it G and have some game like the bosses do
+Know you the shit but homie keep em flies off of you
+Keep your mouth all open shut when people talk to you
+U don't know shit no matter how much time they offer you
+Don't stop until you got enough to a vault or 2
+And know one thing there's a slight chance you'll take a loss or 2
+Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets
+It's money over everything till you rest in peace
+Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets
+It's money over everything till you rest in peace
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We Out Chea[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?)
+All the way the dummy way
+All the way, 100
+Fifty, five-one-slash
+Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
+All the way the dummy way
+All the way, 100
+Fifty, five-one-slash
+Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
+All the way the dummy way
+All the way, 100
+Fifty, five-one-slash
+Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
+Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea?
+Five-one, five-oh
+All the way the dummy way
+Fuck with me, die slow
+Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch
+Daddy gone, never comin' home
+That's all I know
+So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
+Dickies is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O
+With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself
+Fuck the consequences
+Have all you niggas jumpin' fences
+So, you see, I've been dumb
+Reppin' where I'm from
+When I drop it niggas come
+Boss man, job done
+After dark it's Jurassic Park
+Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves
+We all G's
+Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit
+So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit
+Outta here, dead meat
+Fuck you and your whole street
+I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be
+Hook: Lil [Boosie]
+
+[Verse 2: Donkey]
+Look, it's gutter with me
+Yeah
+Ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me
+It's straight bustin' with me
+Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on
+Ran with straight cut-throaters
+Niggas with no hope-a
+The street life is all I know, it's all I live
+So yo' best bet? Respect the kid
+Fifty-one fifty, I mean that
+If you happy, nigga I seen that
+Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Quick]
+Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quick
+This nigga here a savage
+He totin' two Glocks under just in case it get drastic
+Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind
+Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron
+Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street
+100, we do no stuntin'
+What we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef
+No time for playin' games
+Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+
+[Verse 4: Money Bags]
+Bitch, I'm out chea
+All the way the dummy way
+They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late
+All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time
+It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys
+Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city
+Pistol grippin in dickies
+Nigga play, nigga get it
+I don't talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me
+Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a nigga
+
+[Verse 5: Lil Boosie]
+Bitch, we out chea, in the streets
+Everywhere like burnt CDs
+Barbershop
+Barbeque
+GLRRRRRRRRRRRR(roll your tongue)
+Who gon' ride for you?
+Choppin' fools
+1-by-1
+2-by-2
+3-by-3
+R.I.P
+Rest in PISS
+We bout dat gangsta shit
+Play now, cry later, mane
+Feed you to the gators mane
+Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain
+Since 10, I've been a beast
+Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets
+Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Zoom[Intro]
+Lil' Boosie, Bad Azz
+Yung Joc - we gotta hit, let's go baby
+
+[Hook]
+Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
+They on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
+I'm Boosie, Bad Azz and I zoom right by ya
+760 partna, krispy kreme on the tires
+Smoke that fire purple kush by the pound
+Ask my dogg Webbie this is how it goes down
+From my hood, to yo hood mayne we makin' money
+In the club we poppin' bottles, the room we hittin' models
+Rollin through the bottom all the kids hollerin' Boosie
+This life a nigga livin like I'm starrin in a movie
+Fresh out the jacuzzi, little powder on my chest
+Got thirty on my neck, Turk and Mel just cut the check
+Now I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them twenty - fo's
+Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow ya roll
+Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin paid
+On my feet I got them J's, play with me I got them K's
+Red gucci shades, me and Joc gettin paid
+Now the whole United States takin' pictures of our face
+[Hook]
+A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin
+With a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
+Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
+And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing
+Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom)
+We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom)
+We walk up in the club like...
+
+[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]
+You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross
+Just as soon as I fuck e'm - tell them hoes to get lost
+Alot of niggas mad they all pissed off
+If a nigga think he bad tell him jump like Kriss Kross
+I pop a couple tags, but the wrist cost
+Hate to see me splurge - just bought a brick of soft
+Just ask my nigga Boosie he tell you what it is
+Face card good cause the face card Trill
+Nigga got a problem I suggest you head home
+You in the red zone, nigga leave ya head gone
+Don't hit me on my chirp nigga, that's the fed phone
+You talkin bout the work nigga know you dead wrong
+Yeah believe I keep the beams, for them hoes sell e'm dreams
+Ain't no hoes on my team - I like my clothes crisp and clean
+I like my dough crisp and green, six - fo'on lean
+That's my nigga Mouse and Turk who got the drugs for the fiends
+[Hook]
+A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin
+With a fresh pair of J's, makin that money
+Everybody gettin paid, everything lovely
+And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing
+Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom)
+We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom)
+We walk up in the club like...
+
+[Verse 3 - Lil' Boosie]
+I be zoomin in my drop top, mobbin thru the city
+Fresh fade, fresh J's with two bad bitches
+One name Sara, one name Tina
+Together they make weather like Katrina
+They a fool shawty - red, she a rough rider
+She get on back of that motor bike
+And all you see is back on that motor bike (WOO)
+I drive fast car, they call me Nascar (ya feel me)
+But I'm in love with that Hemi
+I get retarded in Ferrari's, I get loose in a Coupe
+Paranoid like Pac so I keep that Glock when I zoom, zoom
+And after that it's to the room, room (I'm V.I.P.)
+I need a dime piece, a fine freak
+Get on the back, you can ride on the bike or in the 'Lac (huh bruh)
+Now we got everybody zoomin, the little kids zoomin
+Look like you gotta hit Boosie (yeah)
+[Hook]
+A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin
+With a fresh pair of J's, makin that money
+Everybody gettin paid, everything lovely
+And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing
+Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom)
+We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom)
+We walk up in the club like...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cancer[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+Coldest words I ever heard was
+“Torrence Hatch, I’m sorry. You got cancer”
+Damn
+Just beat death penalty, now I got cancer?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Father God, I need answers
+News to my ears, shit real from the doctor
+He said, “Boosie, boy you got cancer”, I cried for hours
+Jumping in the shower, stressing, and cried to my mama and my nana
+I can’t believe this shit
+Cancer got me scared like I’m ‘bout to leave this bitch
+Told my bitch, she cried, told my niggas, they cried
+Mama tried to downplay it to the family, she lied
+I’m thinking, “damn, how did I get cancer?” in my kidneys
+Back fighting for my life, I guess finish my sentence
+I guess way gone, I stress not giving up, not yet
+I need prayers, fuck respect
+
+[Hook]
+Father God, I need answers (man)
+Tell me God, how did I get cancer?
+Father God, I need answers (protect me, God)
+Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?)
+Right now, shit
+[Verse 2]
+I’ve been stressing so bad, my nigga
+Praying to the man with both hands, my nigga
+Just want to be around in my family chilling
+Lost three aunties to this pussy ass disease while you keep beef with my family, nigga
+Leave us alone, my God, we need some answers
+Leukemia at 10 years old, please heal this cancer
+My aunty Keisha just left, it’s real with cancer
+Stress ain’t do it to her, ma, she was killed with cancer
+It’s hard to make a nigga think strong (man)
+I probably need to put some pink on (man)
+This shit gon’ probably make my team strong (man)
+How long I live after my kidney gone?
+
+[Hook]
+Father God, I need answers (man)
+Tell me God, how did I get cancer?
+Father God, I need answers (protect me, God)
+Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?)
+Right now, shit
+
+[Outro]
+I need the answers
+Daughter will say “Dad, how you get cancer?”
+I said, “baby, I don’t know how I get cancer”
+He’ll answer me on death row, he’ll answer me again
+Tell me God, how did I get cancer?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Lil Son[Hook]
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, Aight, send that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy
+Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
+I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son,  Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
+Aight, send that boy, That my son
+I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son,  I son that boy
+Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy
+
+[Verse]
+Yeah, that's my lil son, he dumb
+Referee official, stretch you out, he dumb
+He ridin' round with a fishin' pole
+Look at him, he dumb
+He clutchin', he know nigguhs won't get at him
+He dumb, I will send my son to spit at you
+(What's ha'nin' nigguh)
+Fuck everybody who remember you
+We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
+I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
+My son'll blam you for a half ounce of dog food
+
+[Hook]
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy
+Aight, send that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
+Aight, send that boy, That's my son, I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
+Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy
+[Verse 2, NBA Youngboy]
+Who you thinkin' bout slidin' on, nigguh
+No, I ain't goin' for it
+38 baby, I'm out that north, bitch, I got plenty roids
+NBA Joe, he trained to go, I'll send that boy
+Fuck who he ridin' with, I want him gone
+Big brother, finish him, (fuck that nigguh)
+Dude career gone, we around, he on heroin
+My lil son outta Brookstown, murk a nigguh for a Iphone
+Play with my name, think it's a game
+What type a shit you on?
+No, I won't respond on Instagram, I ain't beefin'
+Boy, I ain't gon' play with you, spittin' on yo' block with a hunnid shots
+We gon' get rid of you, we don't give a damn, you gon' get slammed when I wet you
+All out the window with that stick, we gon' fuck over you
+On 3 'n'em, bitchass
+
+[Hook]
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy
+Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
+I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
+Aight, send that boy, That my son
+I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
+Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy
+[Verse 3]
+I'll send that boy in broad day, (I  swear to God)
+[?] got that gas, that circle K
+Just like a chip, you play with me, you gon' lay
+You know I keep that fork and Glock like it's my bae
+The clip hang off the Glock just like a braid
+I'm sippin' on yellow, this ain't lemonade
+These niggas savor this, [?], the chopper got a blade
+Bitch, get outta line, you gettin' faded
+And all my nigguhs pay
+Got chains on my neck like I'm a slave
+But take you to your grave
+That clip up on that chopper may get you, ay
+I'm Mister Bang-Bang
+My son'll get you on the muscle
+And take all of your money, fuck your hustle
+Them chopper bullets burn, just like Usher
+Bitch, I'll be fuckin' hoes all in Russia
+Bitch, I can get you touched all in Russia, (Know I can)
+
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy
+Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
+I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son
+Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
+Aight, send that boy, That my son
+I son that boy
+Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
+Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Calling Me[Intro]
+You ever had a piece of pussy man , that be on your mind like money ?
+(yo like for real doe) like money ??
+Good joule Good joule hahaha
+Fosho fosho pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy
+
+[Chorus]
+That pussy keep calling me (calling me)
+Damn! get me in trouble
+That pussy keep calling me (come here boosie)
+(callin me)come here boosie (callin me) get me in trouble...
+
+You ever had a piece pussy so good and tight that you hear dat pussy talkin at night (cum here)
+Lingerie drive you crazy wen she put it on safe sex but sometimes i hate to put it on
+Make me moan grab my back and pull me deeper in ha she catch 3, i catch 2 now I'm sleepin in ha
+Ms. virgina take her time wen she hit dat head she pull her long hair back and sit between my legs
+Blow your mind when you got a dime who rub your nuts when ya fuck her from behind
+(I ain't lyin) something special bout her
+Got me sneakin out da house like a fucking mouse
+And that pussy so wet for me
+She my Ecstasy (crazy)
+Pussy damn near betta den ya ol lady i prolly need to stop answerin da phone
+Fucking her, I  fuck around and have my family gone
+She get me rite when we fuck (wen we fuck) yeaaaaah!
+She put ice on my nuts (wen we fuck) yeaaaaaah
+Got me textin and shit I ain't never texted before
+Got me eatin et pussy I ain't never ate before
+[Chorus]
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+Get me in trouble
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+I know i can't love her but
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+Get me in trouble..
+
+She's so cute you not quick when you face to face
+So I turn her from the back and  grab her by da waist (turn around)
+Dick hard when I see her, fatal attraction
+Freaky bitch eat the dick while I'm playin Madden
+Move my chain and give me brain, that's a chain reaction
+Drop my top and let her lick - lick - lick my lollipop
+Lay on your stomach girl (jus like that), toot that ass up
+Bite the pillow while a real nigga smash her
+Pussy wet year round, that's that seattle pussy
+One call that's all I gotta have da pussy
+Misses studio time, tellin my niggas lies
+That pussy on me like flies on a shit pile
+Call my fone and tell me sweet things
+I put her on a purple kush now when we roll its a G thang
+And when we get in da bed, I feel her cumin ahh her cumin ahh
+I feel her cumin ahh her cumin ahh, she feel me cummin ah !
+[Chorus]
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+Get me in trouble
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+I know I can't love her but
+That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+That pussy keep  calling me ( keep on calling me, keep on calling me)
+Get me in trouble..1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Heart Of A Lion[Hook x2: ]
+Look I'm on that five foot seven with the heart of a lion
+Creep like a tiger and I stomp like a giant
+Had to feed myself, so a nigga so defiant
+Take ya to meet your maker nigga and I ain’t lyin'
+
+[Verse 1: ]
+I'm on that five foot seven like a lion I'm raw
+They be like how people talk bout you I thought that you was tall
+No I ain't tall but I got a very loud growl
+The look up in my eye make a nigga bow down
+I thugged in the pen round several convicted felons
+Five foot seven, heart big as a watermelon
+Underrated my whole life, I love pressure
+Love the Blood like a vampire, I love to wet ya nigga
+Had to feed myself because my daddy wasn't home
+Went from a young dope dealer to a Don Corleone
+I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
+Only thing I'm scared of in this world is catching HIV
+Man I creep like a tiger, never know when I'm coming
+I wish a nigga would try to stop me from stuntin'
+This ain't no kiddie pool
+Man it's that shark infested waters
+When niggas get rid of you, I'm Mr. T I pity the fool
+Get it dude
+[Hook x2: ]
+
+[Verse 2: ]
+Man I'm small but my dick hard, ask my family ask my friends
+Don't believe me, tell your doctor X-Ray my chest then
+Everything I got in this world I had to earn it
+I'm cut from shit like leather, you can't tear it you gotta burn it
+I supersoak you pussy mothafuckas like the old days
+Telling you Lil daddy you don't wanna see my old ways
+Say what's on my mind even if it's good or ugly
+Never back down and that's why my fam love me
+Daddy wasn't home made me ignorant, defiant
+Spit it from the heart I'm a muthafuckin' giant
+Spit it from the heart while these other rappers lying
+Bragging bout their hustle, ain't never cooked up a nine piece
+Weak niggas try me, knowing I don't play round
+Knowing I'm on that Beanie Sigel shit, get down or lay down
+Yeah you get a six pack tall with muscles and all that
+But when it go down you, bow down bitch where your heart at?
+
+[Hook x2: ]
+
+[Verse 3: ]
+Man I'm small, with a soft voice, I'm an animal, I'm telling you
+Soft voice that got power like Hannibal Lecter
+When I step off in the room you gon' feel my presence
+No matter what they say bout Boosie, I been a legend
+I don't back down, I don't play around man ask somebody bout me
+I been a leader since the playground been shot calling
+Hustle with the best uh, but at all the rest of 'em
+Let me chill they might be listening, you know they tryna get me
+Fuck where you from it's how you come I fuck with real niggas
+He got a chopper, I got a pistol but my heart bigger
+What's up? What's happening? It's bigger than this rapping
+Snatch my chain, I bust your brain, and that's my chain reaction
+Now I'm bout that scrapping, little man complex
+Ask somebody from Roosevelt Street projects
+Freedom or jail I cause hell I'm defiant
+Creep like a tiger and I stomp like a giant3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+She Don’t Love Me[Intro: Chris Brown]
+Oh, I know, na na na
+You see who's real
+BJ Beats
+
+[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
+Oh girl
+I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
+Where you girl? Oh
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
+She don't love me like
+Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do
+Woah, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do
+She don't do the shit she say she do
+
+[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Boosie Badazz & Both]
+Monday, she actin' like she don't really miss me (Damn)
+Tuesday, I feel a difference in her kisses (Damn)
+Wednesday, we sex, we argue when we finish
+Thursday she trippin', club all night Friday
+Stand by me, Whitney and Bobby, be my rock, girl
+Paparazzi, no freedom but at the house, girl
+And baby, I don't wanna leave ya, baby, I don't wanna leave
+But baby, I don't really need ya either
+Front of Harlem, scared to love (Scared to love)
+Perfect career, perfect face and that ass, ooh, I'm scared of her
+Got too much to lose doin' you but you worth it (You worth it)
+If we make it we deserve it (Real)
+[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
+Oh girl
+I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
+Where you girl? Oh
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
+She don't love me like
+Said oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh-oh-oh, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
+She don't do the shit she say she do
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+(Let me tell you 'bout ol' girl)
+She say she me ride or die but she barely smile (Barely smile)
+Went to prison, you actin' different, where you at now?
+I need a soldier, someone real (Real), someone to come get me
+When all odds against me, I need a Navy Seal
+If that you can't do, you don't love me like you say you do
+Loyalty and honesty, the only way we make it through
+Sometimes, she be sweet as cotton candy
+But most time, she look at me like she can't stand me
+I need sunshine, a bad chick to make me happy (Happy)
+Sex me keep me laughin (Haha)', text me somethin' nasty (Yessir)
+System against me, the world call me an outcast
+So I need a down chick, if you ain't down, you down bad
+[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
+Oh girl
+I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
+Where you girl? Oh
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
+Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
+She don't love me like
+She don't love me like she say she do
+She don't love me like she say she do
+She don't love me like she say she do
+She don't do the shit she say she do9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get NastyWats ya name, how you doinq tell me who you screw?
+Do he fukk ya right guuuuurrrrlllllll... all night guuuurrrllll
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Can I fukk you in my ride (yea boosie) when you suck it you gon look me in my
+Eyes (yea boosie). And she slidinq down dat pole pretty polish on her toes, lick her
+Tongue and let me know... she wanna get nasty...
+
+Can I fukk you in dha studio? Can I put a X-Pill in yo booty hole? Let me nut all ova you
+Like a true solider do and let my niqqas watch like a real ho a do... (OOHH) And you
+Can swallow me all (eww) but dhat (eww eww) feel so good. Can I fukk in with dha
+Doors up ridinq thru dha bottom, churp ya girl up and let ya girl hear you holla. Can I
+Out you on a camera phone and record ya actinq a donkey like donkey kong. When ya
+Moan holla bad ass and make me feel like royality when ya finish wipe dhat dick off
+And get it back hard for me...
+
+[Hook: x2]
+I'm a beat dhat pussy from behind you... Cause I been eyeinq you and I'm a
+Tell ya dha truth. I'm tryna get nasty... I'm tryna get nasty...
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Put ya head in my lap... It's qoinq down! Lick me on my balls it's qoinq down
+Can you play with ya self while I play with myself after I fukk ya to death I want you to qo
+Back and rest. I like ice on my nuts, numb me up baby, don't use teeth you don't wanna
+Have me runninq now baby. Can I fukk ya hair style up, I'll get ya shit fixed if ya fire
+Can I take a picture of ya with ya drawls on and send it up dha rode man to all my
+Dogs (OOHHH) If I sang a verse for ya would ya heart stop. Now she got a nigga
+Shakinq in dha parkinq lot. Hit dhat head retarted now. Her pussy clean so she taste
+It, dhats dhat holla back. So when ya fukk off top you gotta holla back. Fukk a bitch
+Before you count to 6... 1-2-3-4-5-6 she hit. Boosie on some major shit and I never play
+A bitch...
+[Hook x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Still Happy[HOOK ]
+Used to hold my head down not no more
+Diabetes in my body Police kicking at my door
+But I'm still happy, But I'm still happy
+But I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy
+Baby mama drama steady fighting with these hoes
+Might be going up the road
+But guess what I'm still happy
+I'm still happy, I'm still happy
+I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy
+Used to hold my head down not no more
+Diabetes in my body Police kicking at my door
+But I'm still happy, But I'm still happy
+But I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Through all the pain and the stuggle yeah I still smile
+House arrest on my leg but I still smile
+Still cheesing even I'm gon be gone awhile
+Still gon get visits from my youngest to my oldest child
+Walk in my house look in my closet you can see this shit
+I come from nothin sometimes I can believe this shit
+Several whips rimmed up that'll make me smile
+Comin up as a child I walked some long miles
+Heard these playa haters eye keep em on mine
+Rappers slack entrupenur my money grown now
+Police kickin down my door bitches want they child support
+Can't even smoke no more so I turn to the mojo
+And I think I can fuck any girl in the world
+Cuz boosie boo the shit like the 80's Jheri Curl
+DEA lookin at a nigga like why you smiling at me
+Cuz Hillary Moore your ass racist and its easy to see
+[HOOK]
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Album just hit the store smiling my ass off
+Got your baby mama and I'm knockin her ass up
+A year in jail, oh well man I'm laughin at that
+Could of been 10 or 20 so I'm happy with that
+Made 6 beautiful kids god bless em with cake
+My motivatation when I see em is the smile on their face
+To be lil boosie badass and I wouldn't trade it for shit
+You know how many bad bitchesdon ate this dick
+My daughters bringing straight A's shoutout to Ivy and Tyt
+But tootie he cuttin up that lil nigga fucked up
+Plus I'm a boss I buy what I wanna s
+Stacks on deck In the hood I got respect
+Riding through the southside everybody screaming
+Pocket full of money the whole click leanin
+Used to hustle front the store not no mo
+Started at 500 how its 30 grand a show
+(So I'm happy)
+
+[HOOK]
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Used to be worried bout shit that I had heard about (boosie a pussy)
+Now I laugh at they ass my throw some cash at they ass
+So many people know I'm holding it down
+Laughing at my old teachers like look at me now
+Riding through the south side throwing it up
+Hood love the shit out me cuz I keep blowing it up
+Diabetes in my body still thanking the lord
+Used to make a nigga mad but now it make me go hard
+Six cars in the yard no notes im no jokes
+Prolly why a nigga smiling when he goin to court
+And I never tried coke I'm proud of myself
+I'm jigga man down south compared to no one there
+Been shot at a couple times I ain't ready for death
+The man up above thats my bulletproof vest
+TVs pop out the dresser flat screens in every room
+Hit the diving board of my 13ft pool
+[HOOK]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Retaliation[Spoken Intro]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga just killed TyeTye
+Caught him slipping in a drive-by
+We so surprise his mama in tears
+Somebody gon die now
+His baby mama she been crazy
+She done lost her mind now
+Don't want to look at his lil boy
+Cause it look like my dog
+I'ma set it off in the muthafucka
+I'm going ham with an AK
+I promise his mama
+I'm gon protect him
+You gone get slam with AK
+I'll duck tape you homie
+Write your name on this list
+Pussy bitch
+And this pencil ain't got no eraser on it
+Blood spill when a boss talk, I’m from Louisiana
+Murder capital of all these states, peel your banana
+Retaliate, four to the chest, two the face, if you can relate
+If you think you gotta wait, bitch you can die today
+I'ma ride for my niggas mane
+[Hook]
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+
+[Verse 2]
+Like sharks we searching for blood
+Like jaws I'm king of the sea
+We kill we kill'em with gloves
+Boy bouta eat this beat
+Gas up this rental car
+Park around the corner ,jump out
+This one for my dog, mane
+Ian gon lie since he been gone
+It's been so much pain
+Rip him up with the mac
+Just like that
+Let him know I'm bout drowning
+Wait by his block , the barbershop and his baby mama
+I get dumb with the gat like london on the track
+It's always gangsta
+Seek and you shall find and it's a scary picture that I paint ya , nigga
+[Hook]
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+I ride for my niggas
+I die for my niggas
+We searching for blood
+Retaliation , it's payback pussy
+
+[Spoken Outro]15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wipe Me Down (Remix)("Mouse drop the track, that'll make you bounce it back")
+
+[Hook - repeated 8X in background]
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+
+[Foxx - over Hook]
+AYY, Mr. Wipe Down ya heard me?
+Foxx-a-milli-on
+This one's be the, REEEEEEMIIIIIIX!!!
+Bad Azz! Savage Life! Foxx-a-milli-on
+Man you already KNOW what it is, ya heard me?
+We still on, we still ridin on chrome, we still pullin up, manye up
+
+[Foxx - Verse One]
+(Yeah!) I pull up at the club V-I-P
+Gas tank on "E" but all dranks on me (wipe me down!)
+Fresh kicks, fresh white, tall tee
+Fresh NFL hat, fresh bauds wit the crease (wipe me down!)
+Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit da heat
+Real recognize real, real niggas don't speak (wipe me down!)
+Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
+You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down!)
+
+[Jim Jones- Verse Two]
+Now wipe me down, at least brush the shoulders off
+A night on the town, sheesh you should know the cost
+A nigga breeze we had to deal to pull the roses off
+Three hundred G's for the D's just to blow exhaust (You smell me?)
+Two hundred G's on my sleeve cause I'm showin off
+No clouds in the stones the need be's are goin off (Whatv else?)
+Ladies on the scene till I drive and spin around (GO!!!)
+Hit the block tell the fiends wipe the rims down (GO!!!)
+Hit the chirp tell the team time to hit the town (GO!!!)
+Hit the club tell the waiter order me some bottles (GO!!!)
+Left the club with a shorty for the (?) (Then What!)
+From the club to the telly shorty that's the model
+The high got her on me (Uh huh!) Then why I got her horny
+And then rise like a orgy, she doin freaky things as the engine go vroom
+Tell her we don't need no room (No)
+She could go down while I look up at the moon
+[Hook: Foxx]
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+
+[Jim Jones] (Foxx)
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (wipe me down!)
+
+[Lil' Boosie - Verse Three]
+B-O-O-S-I-E
+B-A-D-A-Z-Z - that's me (wipe me down!)
+Red bones caramel all o'em stop and stare
+ALL o'em tryna steal my underwear (hahaha) (wipe me down!)
+I like to floss like Rick Ross, got a hit called "Set It Off"
+When I sang it E'RYBODY +set it off+ (wipe me down!)
+Black mink damn I don't play wit me
+I bust ya dome, eight whips on chrome, you can gon (wipe me down!)
+[Fat Joe - Verse Four]
+P-P-Party Like A Rockstar!!! T-T-T-Totally Dude!!!
+The bezel on the watch is totally rude
+I beg your pardon but the Benz is so huge I mean the Maybizzy
+We closin curtains like it's Moulin Rouge
+Yeah! I do the honors I strip ya Prada, Dolce Gabbana
+Make It Rain in her mouth call it a baby shower
+Now Wipe Me Down cause bitch I'm on!!!
+Yeah! I ring bells like that kid name Sean
+Now! He he he he ha!!! Yeah I had to laugh
+Two million ringtones and another half
+Y'all fuck boys go and do the fuckin math
+Now that's what the fuck I call bringin crack back
+
+[Hook: Foxx]
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+Cause I'm on (wipe me down!)
+
+[Webbie - Verse Four]
+Hot drop, drop top, top drop
+Hoes drop it like it's hot, yea nigga I'm the shit! (wipe me down!)
+You see this ice on my wrist, how it glist
+Soon as the light hit, you can't lie the ice sick (wipe me down!)
+Purple got me smellin funky red monkey
+Five hunnid dollars on 'em you ain't seen these yet (wipe me down!)
+BEATIN' you can hear me way around the corner
+Paint wet wit the 24's on 'em that's a bet [Boom! Boom!] (wipe me down!)
+[Jadakiss - Verse Five] (Foxx)
+Been nice with the pen, four pipes on the em
+When y'all little dudes see me before you smile and grin
+Know it ain't a game I told you it ain't a game
+LV on the buckle YLS on the frame (wipe me down!)
+This is real talk, stainless steel hawk
+I'm a put the work in but when I pass it off
+I'm tryin to cuff her I just need a couple minutes
+Red Bull and Guiness, do my thing let her (wipe me down!)
+Then I'm finished, Kiss is a menace
+Nah you ain't seen these Airs if I'm in 'em
+Polo Shirt yeah of denim
+Sicles on my neck and hand, better check ya man
+Brand new so I doubt if this tek will jam
+Don't even ask who the best is, yes I am
+I'm a winner, therefore I can't lose
+Shoulders and the chest first then come the pants and shoes (wipe me down!)
+
+[Outro: Foxx]
+Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes
+Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes
+Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes (Savage Life! Foxx-a-milli-on)
+Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes (Man you already KNOW what it is, ya heard
+Me?)(wipe me down!)
+
+[Jim Jones] (*Foxx)
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (D-Block, who else, Joey Crack, Terror Squad!)
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (Who else? Lil' Boosie)
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels
+Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (REEEEEMIIIIIIXXXXXXXXX!!!) (wipe me down!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+2 Way Love Affair[Intro]
+
+Hold on let me answer the phone
+Shut up (shut the fuck up)
+Hello
+What up (what up bae)
+Shit just chillen (chillen mayne)
+Man sometimes...
+I just can't make my mind up
+I love you though
+(U know I love you rite?)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+I'm trapped
+I'm caught up (caught up)
+In the middle (in the middle)
+Of a 2 way love affair
+I'm trapped (I'm trapped)
+Caught up caught up
+In the middle (in the middle)
+Of a 2 way love affair
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+I know I fucked up
+I hurt you so many times
+I know u tired of crying
+(But but but but)
+I apologize
+Can you come and take a ride in my '45
+Real talk I'm missing you
+Kissing you and hugging you tight
+And making love on sight(we fuck wherever)
+When we together is the best I ever done
+But when the love gets to deep
+I run
+But I love you though
+Cause you on my mind every time I fuck another ho
+That's how I really know
+Late night counting paper with me (I remember)
+Bubble bath, u used to cater to me
+Don't wanna lose you to the streets
+That's why every time we beef
+I call ya like let's meet
+(Fa real)
+Shit done got too deep
+You don't want to be my friend here
+I gotta old lady n she been here
+[Talking]
+
+What's up man (what's up)
+Why you tripping man
+I'm made my mind up
+What you talking about
+What (what)
+Fuck
+
+[Chorus]
+
+I'm trapped (trapped)
+I'm caught up (caught up)
+In the middle (in the middle)
+Of a 2 way love affair
+[repeat]
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+(Let me talk to u)
+Say girl you know what's happening
+You know what I do
+The way she say she love boo
+She can't be number 2
+So we beefing she cheating
+And I done lost love
+Plus my real thang
+Man I almost lost her
+Wanna be with you sometimes
+Wanna be with her sometimes
+If I could have ya'll both
+That'll really blow my mind
+Sometimes I want to let you both go
+But they get me in the bed
+And they take me on that rodeo
+Why u can't let her go
+Cause I love her
+And she been down with me from the shine
+To the struggle
+(U understand)
+You a bad mothafucka
+You say you love boo
+What got me feenin for you
+What got you feenin for me
+[Chorus]
+
+(Look like I'm)
+I'm trapped (trapped)
+I'm caught up, caught up
+In the middle (in the middle)
+Of a 2 way love affair
+[repeat]
+
+[Outro, talking]
+
+This is a old hit (a classic)
+I just brought that bitch back (like a fuckin flat top)
+Boosie bad ass stop(you know)
+I know they gotta alot of motherfucka trapped out there tonight
+Can't make your mind up
+That outside pussy a fool
+Trapped
+Caught up
+Boosie bad azz
+Turn me up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boosie Love[Hook][x2]
+Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love
+I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love
+They love the way I thug, way I thug
+You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love
+
+[Verse 1]
+Come thug with me, leave this club with me
+Come fuck with me, come suck on me
+Cause you know that you got Boosie love
+I want you boo, I want you right here
+You want me too, you know you want me
+Do what you want to do, guess what?
+And you can even bring another girl with you
+You such a cutie man, cutie man
+Get naked, do your thang, do your thang
+Put on my Boosie chain, Boosie chain
+Give me your sex and show me girl that you got Boosie love
+You been wanting this thug nigga, you bad girl Imma fuck with ya
+You nasty girl, I’m stuck with you
+Got me like ”ahhhh-oh”, it’s bout that time girl
+For you to show Boosie what’s on your mind girl
+
+[Hook][x2]
+Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love
+I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love
+They love the way I thug, way I thug
+You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love
+[Verse 2]
+You fuck your old man
+Tonight it’s on man
+I can’t be cloned man
+So once I put it down you gon be gone man
+She like that Boosie love (she like that huh?)
+Like what I do to her, do to her
+Let’s make a movie girl, movie girl
+So put this X pill in your booty girl
+I’m on some fire head, fire head
+You love me, swallow that, swallow that
+And I’m gon holler back, holler back
+Cause now you showing me that you got Boosie love
+Come freak me boo, freak me boo
+You clean, I’ll eat you too, eat you too
+Then I go get a sweet for you, sweet for you
+Cause like a king how you supposed to treat Boosie Boo
+
+[Hook][x2]
+Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love
+I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love
+They love the way I thug, way I thug
+You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Know[Speaking:]
+Say mel and t mayne
+I'm a make a nigga feel on this
+
+[Pre-rap:]
+Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
+(south baton rouge)
+The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods
+Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down
+Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns
+
+[Chorus:]
+God know I know
+I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
+God got my back so
+Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
+And god kno I kno
+That somebody gon hate on me
+But god kno I'm thug so
+U kno lil boosie go and get skeet
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin
+He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin
+From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
+For the lil nigga with that Glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot
+Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth
+Can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through
+When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
+Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to
+And god kno
+And god know I'm thug life, u fuckin right
+So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right
+And god got my back so, when I act wow
+I'm comin home safely through the back do
+The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die
+These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride
+So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
+Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger
+Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
+Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
+Gotta get it how I live in the southside
+I'm thuggin with my cow hide
+I'm fresh when I come outside
+You talk shit got hog tied
+God know I know these niggas
+Don't make me show these niggas
+Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas
+And I
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+God kno all the killas
+He done walked with all them niggas
+He done talked with all them niggas
+Before they went sparked them trigger
+He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
+Plus he kept a thug alert
+For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists
+These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators
+Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin
+We do wat we gotta do, to get that money
+And god kno my past
+I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will
+I'll end up grippin a steal
+And god kno my temper
+My temper like a bubble
+You bust it you in trouble
+Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
+I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
+The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
+Thas why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out
+And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no fuckin unity
+They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me
+So boosie be on other shit
+Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris
+And mac on u a model bitch
+Had a hoe that swallow dick
+Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno
+Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
+So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey
+Killin my own people, servin my own uncles
+And I
+[Chorus]
+{prayer}
+Our father who art in heaven
+Hollow be thy name
+Thou kingdom come
+Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
+
+[Verse 3:]
+But we stay reppin
+But we stay they got beasts up in my section
+I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d
+80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya petey
+God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this
+And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet
+And god kno he raised me
+When donkey went jonsin
+Bronson kept me wide open
+And that's a fact
+But I kno they gon hate tho
+Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego
+It's consequences, jumpin fences
+Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
+The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
+Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
+A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
+Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
+The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
+Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked
+[Chorus]
+[talking:]
+Now if don't nobody now
+God kno
+Nigga u a hood rat
+God kno
+A nigga try to bring you down
+He right on side u
+God kno
+Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears
+God knoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How Deep Is Your Love[Chorus:]
+You gotta hold me down [x6]
+How deep... tell Me [x2]
+How deep is yo love
+How deep How deep how deep is your love
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Would u baby sit some kids that ain't even yurs
+Be at court every morning with them bad nervs
+Break yo nigga off swiftly on the first an third
+Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard
+Would u swerv on the passenger side
+If a nigga get to trippin would you bust the 4-5 so he caint die
+Would u stick by nigga with no blame on
+If he had another baby would u change on would u change on
+A lot a hoes b wantin a rang up on they finger
+But they ain't real an they showl ain't gangsta
+Gotta be more than just a bust it baby
+Thru the rain an all the pain gotta trust ya baby
+From november to december we been tripin lately
+Thought goin thru my mind that u slipin baby
+Love yo nigga mane no matter what his occupation
+Fuckthem skezy ass hoes you his old lady an das the bitness
+
+[Chorus]
+[Verse 2:]
+Smell like onion rings would she do half the things she don 2 me
+100 100 100 how I like my woman call her rubber band boosie when she wrap my money
+Do you sqeeze yo nigga tight when he leave the house
+Break him aff yo whole taxes if his money shawt
+Girl how you ride
+Keep it real with yo nigga pop a pill with yo nigga pack you bags in NY an get a deal with yo nigga
+Momma told me if she love me she'll b bak... she might not trust you again but she'll be bak
+You go hard for yo nigga live large with yo nigga take a charge for yo nigga man shout out to taquila
+Cookin meals keep his belly right
+Give em head an fie pussy like every night dat what dey like
+Go to the doctor tell da doctor dat yo throat get a prescription just so yo lil nigga can sip purp
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Already got the message how it's goin down
+Since I been doin my thang you don't come around
+I know I ain't been spending time like I'm supposed ta
+But you the only one I love like I love that doja suck
+If I told u was the only one would you believe it
+If I was feanin for that pussy would ya stunt an tease me
+If I was locked off in a cell would you come an see me
+Say baby I know you doin ya best to try to please me
+Promise to stick by me I know she ain't bout violence but if the gay shit kick off I know she silent
+When I was lose on the run she was right there with me
+When it come to love we go deep she 100 not 50
+If it cum down to it she'll hit the road an go get it
+Right or wrong thick or thin she gone still be with it so tell me what the bitness is I'm just tryna run into an tell ya how deep it is2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cruisin[Intro]
+Turn Up, Turn Up
+
+[Hook – Boozie Badazz][x2]
+Cruising down the street
+Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow
+Cruising down the street
+Cru-cru-cruising down the street, with some bad hoes
+
+[Verse 1 – Boozie Badazz]
+Crusing down the street with Nicky and Tiffany
+Hookah in the air, and kush, cinnamon
+Fresh up out the airplane, jumped up in the rafe
+I’m barely in the door, fuck the rain, I’m straight
+Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing
+Worried bout nothing, I got license and registration
+Pocket full of money, bitch I ball like a dog
+Ride like I’m in an old ‘Lac on white wall
+Turn down Peach street, stopped and got my dogs
+Stopped and got a fifth, then we went and hit the mall
+Got the hat to match my kicks, got some heels for my chicks
+Talking million dollar deals on my iPhone 6, big!
+Ride sick, can’t too many buy this
+Thought I was gone, came home and got rich
+Drop top with a real hot bitch
+She from Brazil where the fuck you find this?
+I be
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
+I pull up in some shit you never seen
+I'm quick to sell a ho a dream
+Damn Gotti you so selfish
+And I'm like ho I feed the whole team
+Get them bricks and Imma flood the hood
+White ghost, white leather, stainless steel hood
+Yea my grill look like Benihana
+White Rover for my baby momma
+I'm Cruzin' down the street in an old school Chevy
+Bumpin' NWA with that Mac 11
+And I ain't saving no hoes cuz I'm not a reverend
+I'm from the streets, Im a thug, and I'm super intelligent
+Put on for the streets and I know that I am
+454 on that cutless, plus the cam
+Red interior, 458 shit
+I pull up in slow mo
+Look like the Matrix
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie]
+I keep that strap in my lap
+My phone on loud
+Nigga tryin' to spend something, can't miss that call
+See a couple of haters looking
+Dismiss that dog
+You know me I'm looking back like I did that dog
+It's too much money to be made
+To fight over cron
+The day I'm riding the I [?]
+Treating my lungs
+I gotta call from New York, another deal on the table
+Got off the phone like yea, couple mil on the table
+You can catch me in the whip front of sax 5th ave
+With my Dominican black, rich long hair
+Pass through they be looking as i swang on through
+Real recognize real so i chuck up the deuce
+Stopped at the Chevron, got a lil gas
+Pull behind the car wash, got a lil head
+Niggas want my head, but the boy ain't scared
+Headed home gon' to count the bread
+Boosie Badazz
+I be
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bullshit[Hook]
+Stop rapping that bullshit
+Stop talking that bullshit
+Stop smoking that bullshit
+Look like you on that bullshit
+
+Bullshit
+Stop rapping that bullshit
+Stop talking that bullshit
+Stop smoking that bullshit
+You on that bullshit
+
+Bullshit
+Stop looking like bullshit
+Stop dressing like bullshit
+That ho you fucking
+You on that bullshit
+
+Bullshit
+Stop rapping that bullshit
+Stop talking that bullshit
+Stop smoking that
+You on that bullshit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hah, I'm coming gangsta mane
+All the way 100 with it
+Who spit it like I spit it (nobody)
+Niggas sippin
+Hoes too and they like
+Put gasoline on fire
+These hoes'll get you killed
+Nigga how you feel
+You let hating stop your grind homie?
+D.A. bullshitting
+Want me with time homie
+Sitting lonely in the cell
+Hearing bullshit
+Where niggas talk 'bout
+How they had this, when they ain't had shit
+Watch your surroundings
+The devil's in the pulpit
+Niggas sell a million records
+Talking bullshit
+But me, I spit that gutta gutta real talk
+People feel me in they heart
+Like heartburn
+A clique bad bitches on my team;
+Pussy clean, feet clean, teeth clean
+You know what I mean
+I got my beamed
+Extended clip
+And I ain't talking
+Wake up smoke my purple
+Drank my coffee here we go
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now second verse
+It gets worse than the first
+Bullshit got my niggas
+Locked down in a hearse
+This shit hurt
+Niggas hating on a nigga's ball
+They hating on a nigga's ball
+Get your money, it's enough for us all
+Don't even call me with that fake ass shit
+I don't have time
+Being worried 'bout another nigga
+Never been part of my grind
+"Boosie you think you all that huh? bullshit"
+No you think I'm all that bitch! Real Shit
+Came from a personal pan
+To a meatlover's
+Certified street hustler
+I like a lot of toppings
+How you rocking?
+Cutting them nappy head hoes
+Smiling in my face with them two dirty ass golds
+It's time that yall dids more
+They wanna take me to court
+It's fine but mane I ain't fine no more
+If she don't wanna give up that ass
+She bullshitting
+If she ain't showed you the cash
+She trying to jack you on some bullshit
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+No matter what
+I keep it gutta
+'til the bone gristle
+Been slanging them whips
+Been hanging with killers
+Been banging at niggas
+This is my life nigga
+Drive-by's, niggas miss?
+Mane God with ya
+Lil hard niggas
+Who smell bullshit from a mile away
+I'll be damned
+If I let a nigga take my smile away (fuck a nigga)
+Bitches say I tried to run 'em
+They bullshitting
+They lock me in
+I lock my door and finish my dro
+If you ain't know
+Is if you ain't hear from me the real facts
+Boosie this
+Boosie that
+I don't wanna hear that
+They trying to turn my kids against me
+It's a cold world
+My mama told me keep my dick in
+I'm bullshitting
+What they gone say now?
+Since I'm fucking with suge?
+I know
+(who, suge knight?)
+(suge knight?)
+I know
+Drag my name through the mud
+I guess he headed for the grave
+Like they said 10 years ago
+Fuck a nigga
+Light the dro
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Sorry[Verse 1]
+Look, I say mama (I say mama)
+I'm sorry (I'm sorry) for putting you through so much (all my life)
+And I say Ms. Connie I'm sorry for being a bad boy growing up
+And hen I was gone (when I was in jail)
+Mama I miss you (I miss you)
+I miss you so damn much
+She told me don't worry 'bout what they say (don't worry)
+You coming home one day and you gon' be right back with us (real shit)
+To my Ivyana (fat) I'm sorry for living you all alone
+And to my lil Tarlaysia (black) black I'm sorry that your daddy was gone so long
+To my lil nigga lil Tootie I'm sorry, you getting big boy you gotta stay strong
+Cause now that your daddy's back we gon' have them kinda stacks we gon' laugh together all night long
+And to my Toriana fat I'm sorry for leaving you with only three
+To my lil nigga lil Ray Ray I'm sorry that I was never there to tuck you to sleep
+She look at me and say daddy I'm sorry (who I'm talking 'bout?) I'm talking 'bout my Lyric B
+And for my lil son Michael Jordan boy your daddy sorry but I make it up now that I'm free
+Lil nigga I apologise gise (Oh lord)
+I apologise (fuck that shit)
+Tears in my eyes (I'm hurting inside)
+To my big brother Taquari (TQ) I'm sorry (my nigga I'm sorry straight up)
+And to my lil niece Mattie I'm sorry too (tell Mattie)
+To my nigga lil Darryl (Lil Bleek) I'm sorry (nigga I'm sorry)
+That I was never mane to protect you (you)
+Tears fall for the crew (mane )
+Nephew thuggin' what I'ma do?
+Let him down cause I'm the only one he listen to
+My aunties I'm sorry
+Sitting in jail missing my uncles daily (crazy ain't)
+Fucked around and motivated the ones that hate me (whew)
+I'm sorry baby
+Now it's time for me to make it up
+Smiling faces for you hating as bitches (ha ha) who hated us
+I let a million fans down and I'm sorry
+They expressed in their letters (what they say?)
+Told me longs I'm in jail the game won't get better now that's special
+Special enough to make me want to grab a pad and pen
+And jump on the mic and do it again (Do it again, do it again, straight up)
+Special enough to make me grab a pad and pen
+And jump in the booth and say it again (fuck that)
+I apologise
+I got to prison and I got on my knees and I told God
+I apologise
+Nigga hurting inside like a mutherfucker (hurting inside like a mutherfucker)
+Nigga told me in there no pain, no gain
+All I could say was huh bruh?
+I'ma send this one out to all the ones I love
+From the heart though
+I apologise7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Streets On Fire[Hook]
+From the corners
+All the streets have fallen
+I picked upon, and grew a rose
+I became the wildlife around Earth
+And the book about her past has surely closed
+
+[Verse 1]
+No one thought I would make it
+Violence and paper chasing
+Supposed to be dead I'm just glad god had his patience
+Broken relations cuz this rose turned into a flower
+Trained to survive and learned all my surrounding
+Look at my eyes, the wildlife defines me
+Everyday is a hustle, so having nothing reminds me
+Poverty couldn't blind me, fans never mind me
+Found a gift and grew up, hoping Puff will sign me
+In time the, boy who turned man,they understand me
+I didn't win every fight but a nigga never ran me
+Momma looking at me and smiled bright cuz it's over now
+Whats over now? Pyrex and baking soda pots
+50 for a rollie watch
+No more corner, no more tryna hide
+I get what I want and I can give a real nigga diploma
+In the streets the real nigga Obama, just took a different role
+A place that's called that's not far from the corner store
+The corner
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Family hurtin' and I got tired of that shit
+So I got off my ass and tried to get rich
+Boosie got 99 problems and 5 of a bitch
+Cuz I got 5 baby mommas with 5 different personalities
+Blame for cold casualties, corner talk
+Stuck in a place where them real niggas walk, the corner
+But first your love hanging, then slangin'
+You need love and fear love, you start banging
+Music game changing, but Boosie ain't changing
+Features with the stars, but my music still gangsta
+It's for my niggas on the corners, hoping they get famous
+With no gunshot wounds and leave pain, please help them lord
+All the shit we see, we deserve to get a blessing lord
+Look at me a G, I make the whole world press record
+For that lil boy I give him hope
+To stop selling dope, and put that mic to his mouth
+And rap, and make it off that corner
+
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mama[Boosie talking:]
+I'ma send this song out to all the mama's who stand by their babies
+No matter what they going through (right or wrong)
+Especially my mama Ms.Connie
+You know I love her to death
+She stand by me
+
+[Hook:]
+Mama, Mama stand (ain't nothing like a strong mama)
+By me
+Mama she stand
+Mama she stand (yes she did)
+By me
+Mama, Mama stand (love ya mama)
+By me
+Mama she stand
+Mama she stand (oh lord)
+By me
+Mama, Mama stand
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Through all my struggles
+Through all my troubles
+Might got to look for my friends but not my mother
+Cause she gon be there when everybody deceive me
+When I'm lonely she squeeze me
+When I'm hungry she feed me
+Since elementary I be making mama hurt dog
+Found my first .38
+Found my first 8 ball
+Up in prison you never missed a visit mama
+Bringing 7 bad kids to see me mama, how you did it mama ?
+And she gon stand by me the same way
+If I had a billion dollas or a dollar she the same mama
+When daddy hit her I cried
+Staying with him she tried
+I had to wipe my mama eyes when he died , damn
+Remember you putting our bathe water on the stove mama?
+So we wouldn't have to bath cold
+I love ya lord knows
+And when I'm living wrong she praying to God on her knees
+One thing I know my mama stand by me
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I get in trouble call mama every time
+Know when I'm telling the truth
+Know when I'm lying
+Know when my friends my friends she see the signs
+See I'm blind
+Never holding nothing in she speak her mind (that boy ain't real)
+Look where we came from the hard times the struggles
+Wouldn't be no Boosie without his mama that's why my fans love ya
+If I could take it all back I wouldn't change a thing
+I wouldn't change our love
+I wouldn't change our pain
+I hit the pen you change the pampers on my lil man
+I love ya cause when I was a kid you did the same thing
+Never tripped on material when she not my mother
+She rather have a card , a note saying how much I love her
+Everyday at my trial she had her bible with her
+Her cigarettes and her lighter she fighting with me
+She told my lawyer that she would get on the stand
+And tell the jury that I ain't that kind of man
+My mama stand by me
+
+[Hook]
+[verse 3:]
+Mama gon stand by me in any situation
+No matter how much time I'm facing she stand by her baby
+And T lady the T is for terrific
+We ain't have much but you made sure when had for Christmas (Thank ya mama)
+Shaking your head when I'm expelled from school
+But you still took me home and fix me some food
+So , I want you to know that Boosie love you
+And ian ever gotta ask do you love me too
+Cause you show it in a million ways
+And her love is one in a million like Aaliyah say
+When I'm down she pick me up
+She say the right things to lift me up
+Cause she loved to see her son smile
+And we close like 10 toes in a baby sock
+Laugh about the past cause the hood we made it out
+Woke up this morning and saw a picture of you
+I got my pen and I wrote this one for you
+Mama stand by me
+
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Undeniable Talent[Verse 1]
+Wake up and smell the coffee, it's a new nigga in town
+Gotta shake them haters off me, you know how boosie get down
+And I'm anti-social nigga, don't fuck with none of you clowns
+You play some games nigga? Well I gotta hundred some rounds
+I drop hit after hit, (whaaaan) and it's amazing
+Jump off in that coogi, now lil boosie in a matrix
+Ask about me nigga, I live this
+If it's coming out my mouth, it's some real shit
+A soulja but not like soulja boy, I can't dance
+Because I keep a big knot in my pants, straight up
+You want some big shit? (call me) some beef shit? (call me)
+My dog, it's easy to see
+
+[Hook]
+I got undeniable talent
+I'm a fool with this rapping
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I step off in the room, it's a full moon
+The lights on if I got my ice on
+Looking like a kingpin, jewelry like slick rick
+Keyshia Cole seen me, she said "Boosie that's too much shit"
+Boosie he be thugging, hat to the back
+Rolling through the trap with the strap in my lap
+Peter pan fit, my favorite color green
+When the cameras say action, you see some shit you never seen
+Bad bitches love me, they want to rip me out the frame
+And I make they pussy jump out they drawers into my hands
+Got my name on my chain, let you know it's me
+I-10 on my neck as a memory
+2 cars deep, and then that chain in that gat
+But I'll be damned if that money gone change me
+I'm gonna tell 'em I'm a beast (ha ha ha)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lava House Freestyle[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I'm a Ratchet nigga, this off the head
+I freestyle all day when I be thinking about my dad
+Rochelle she in the back, and she looking at me
+She know I savage it everytime, I'm good at it
+And I'm a motherfucking thug and I love my city
+I love them pretty titties
+I love them sick-ass dickies, you know I'm thugged out
+I got some throwbacks, some work up in the drug house
+And Lava House, they got my back like they Minnie Mouse
+You fuck with me, I'll go and get that choppa
+I might go get Big Poppa
+And he's going to heart-stop ya
+I'm finna go off this bitch, cause I done flowed in this bitch
+And hide your ho, cause she'll be down low, sucking my dick, bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Big Poppa]
+I catch the mic and bring it back
+See niggas in my hood, sell powder, ecstasy, and sell crack, bitch
+Well I'm Big Poppa, I don't give a damn
+You fuck with me, a ho or a nigga get put in a fucking chokeslam, nigga
+I'm out the bottom, out the 11 hundred, tatted up
+Look at them niggas and the feds, man, they ratted up
+Hating on some real niggas, hit the club and pop pills, nigga
+Sit at the bar, flip out them hundred dollar bills, nigga
+Now these player hating ass niggas, they wanna do me
+They mad cause I did "Love Ya Hood" with Lil' Boosie
+Ya'll niggas wanna trip, cause I let my pants sag
+And I keep some fresh Reebok's, and I keep my black rag
+And I gang bang for a living, dawg
+You understand?
+Fuck the judge, I go to court high, throw a "fuck you" sign on the stand
+I do it how I do it
+Ain't nothing to it
+Pump your motherfucking brain with battery acid and embalming fluid
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+No tears today, nothing but kisses and hugs
+For niggas and thugs, who missing from pistols and slugs
+Saw his momma, and she spoke and put her head down
+Made me shed a tear, and I want somebody dead now, rest in peace
+I'mma ride for you, wodie
+You know I'm thinking about you everytime we get loaded, but true thugs
+They don't learn until they burn
+That's just like me, but God ain't never gave my turn
+Wicked ways off sherm, got me addicted to these streets
+"Am I next in my casket?", is what I ask my peeps
+So pray for me, how I'm gonna learn when this ghetto life was gave to me?
+Why I do right when hollow tips on the chase for me?
+How many times it done went in one ear out the other?
+From your momma, your grandma, your auntie, and your brother
+They try to tell you right, cause they know that you a hustla
+They only tell you right, cause they love yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+(Mama) I’m SorryI ain't never wrote no song sayin I'm sorry man but I'm sorry
+
+[Verse 1]
+Now since birth I hurt ya I made you turn purple stole change from ya purse
+Wouldn't shut my mouth in church but most of all I hurt u I curse you I talked back to
+My mama that's why I went through drama look like I'm go be the man of the
+House since my brother ain't bout jackin no nigga to put no mothafuckin
+Food in this house mama I'm sorry but I ain't comin in tonight it's a draw up in
+This soft and I'm the only one wit white I made the faculty look at her wrong
+Probablay say that she could teach good at school but not at home man you got
+Her wrong cause my mama taght me wrong from right I had the grades but my
+Behavior it was outta sight one time I caught my mama cryin watchin guiding light
+She prayin to God that he guide her baby boy right I spent my twelfth grade year under
+Jail life mama she trippin hollin bout you livin trail life mama I'm sorry I was addicted
+To them tv screens mama I'm sorry I'm addicted to promenthazine you say I'm flashy
+But I love it when my whip be clean mama I'm sorry and I apologize on everything
+
+[Hook]
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+[Verse 2]
+Right I'm hollin fuck everything
+Fuck that syrup and mary-jane
+Fuck them cigarettes I'm tired of gettin sick and shit
+That ain't no killa shit wanna no what happen at a video you don't no what happen I'm
+A let ya no I was dehydrated and a nigga couldn't make if you don't like it then fuck ya ho bleth over me
+Rob over me
+Curry over me
+Hollin why
+Heart beatin fast it's time to die my blood suga 565 can't take the shit up in my dick
+Finna check myself up out this bitch gotta get well at home not here can't alone
+My mama callin and she cryin boosie what's wrong you need some fluid in
+Ya body boy ya no ya ain't strong when I come she real she still cooked a meal
+Made sure I took my shots and ran my bath water hot
+
+[Hook]
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+[Verse 3]
+Now I promoised her and he promised me get some stacks before you leave the
+Streets yeah tell em yeah look like I got the beatsy meat but I'm sorry turk for the
+Studio I was gone off pills and truly broke and you wasn't fellin a nigga and I got tired
+Of that pussy nigga now mama called and she hurt to when I hurt them I hurt you I'm
+Rappin and trappin I no you heard I got the work to don't go to church cause my grand
+Pa picture lookin at me and everytime he lookin at me look like he ain't happy now I'm
+Thinkin bout my daddy thought I saw him in the choir God please clear my eyes I
+Broght the pain that's probably why a nigga diabetic that's why I gotta stick myself
+To take my medicine (4 real) this for the struggle don't talk back to ya mother she
+Carried ya 9 months mothafucka need to tell that ya
+
+[Hook]
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+And Mama I'm sorry
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there
+When push come to shove she be always there
+When push come to shove she be always there
+When push come to shove she be always there
+MAMA!... I'm sorry
+Mama I'm sorry (sorry mama)
+For everything I put you through
+Everything I did for you
+I did it cause I'm sorry
+When push come to shove she be always there (she be always there there there)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Spoil You[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Boosie Badazz, TIP, every woman wanna be spoiled
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+I know you got wants, I know you got needs
+I know you got plans, and I know you got dreams
+Know you got a man that you probably wanna leave
+But tell me girl, do you know what rubber bands mean?
+Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
+Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
+Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
+Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+New Celine purses, girl I know you're worth it
+I'm the one you looking for, there's no need for you searching
+For dudes who are worthless, you got a special person
+But he ain't doing what he 'posed to do, spoil you
+Just point to where you wanna go, tell me what you wanna do
+Wanna get in school, I got hookups, all that LSU
+Tell the truth, you tired of hitting them all, window shopping
+Deep inside you really want somebody really got it
+I really got it and I'm really tryna call you
+Take you shopping, girl I'm really tryna spoil you
+You too bad to not have bags and heels
+I got a spoiling invitation, let me know what it is
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+[Verse 2: T.I.]
+Wait a minute, hold it now
+Whatcha doing ma
+Chances I had plenty I know
+Just give me uno mas
+Never accept advice from people who ain't as cool as us
+Got nothing to do with us, let's keep us between the two of us
+Because, if they could switch with you they would
+If hurting you benefited them, don't think they won't do it
+Well screw it
+Know you can't tell a nigga nothing
+When they think someone is something  and they turn out to be nothing
+No matter how I try I go in and go off
+She yellin, "fuck me harder", cum again in her mouth
+From the car to the door, to the bed, to the couch
+Tell her fuck that nigga take this dick
+Girl this my pussy now
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+You wanna get spoiled
+Then I will make that happen
+But its gon be other broads
+I must admit it Im rapping
+I turn a Micheal Khors watch to a Rollie right quick
+This a golden opportunity you better not miss
+Ace of Spades
+We can drink like Kool-Aid, Lets do it
+You need to listen to ya girl saying, "Just do it"
+Im gon spoil you tight, call you like, "got a 1st class flight, come ball with me tonight"
+But you gon have to come and give it all to me tonight
+Diamonds all over you will make you shine bright
+You got big dreams, then I can help you out fa'sho
+It ain't what you do, but who you know
+So let's go girl
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Warning Signs[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+Real shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Since I was a lil’ nigga, this dude was my homie
+Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me
+Never showed the lead, but my momma say he phony
+I’m giving her the look like “yeah right, that’s my homie”
+Years past by made my money grew bigger
+Now these niggas in your head “what they done to you, nigga?”
+I’ll smack one of these niggas right in front of you, nigga
+Thick or thin, life of sin, I stood up for you, nigga
+I’m like “damn, this nigga tripping now”
+Caught this nigga’s hand stealing out the pot
+I’m like “damn dog, this nigga must forgot”
+My nigga then, my nigga then if he got or not
+
+[Hook 1]
+Momma always warned me of busters
+She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors
+Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time
+Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son
+Momma always warned me of busters
+She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors
+Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time
+Put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son
+[Verse 2]
+My momma always warned me ‘bout these niggas and these bitches
+Told me plenty times how these niggas turn to snitches
+Told me plenty times how these bitches want your riches
+Game played, mistakes made, damn, I should’ve listened
+Her words came cold, so I felt like she was tripping
+She told me “you gon’ learn the hard way”, I’m reminiscing
+Will I listen to what the lord say, fuck it, go and flip ‘em
+She told me slow my role not one time, but like a million
+She brought it out the light, what was in the dark?
+Told me about Polk, I’m like OG’s don’t talk to you
+Looking at that black and white paper in the dark
+And this nigga just explained “I’ma kill her” with no heart
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+[Verse 3]
+It’s like we can’t see it sometime, but momma be on it
+We don’t want it to be true, we’re just enjoying the moment
+We don’t really know who phony ‘til the phony go phony
+And Momma words flash back when that phony your homie
+Niggas talk behind computers, but they really don’t want it
+“Shouldn’t have gave that nigga shit, son”, you’re right about that
+Girl, we used to rock tough, live life like that
+Old buster ass bitch couldn’t even write me back
+[Hook 2]
+Momma always warned me of busters
+She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors
+Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time
+Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son
+Momma always warned me of busters
+She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors
+Momma always warned me of busters
+Momma always warned me of busters
+
+[Verse 4]
+Fuck it, this the fourth verse, this shit will make my heart hurt
+When the nigga who you really love end your paperwork
+I got some niggas gone who used to move my paperwork
+Early morning up, going and getting it, moving major work
+I’ve seen niggas gunsmoke their own brothers
+I’ve seen niggas steal from their baby mothers
+Nigga changed in the rain when you no longer ball
+How you gon’ make niggas real who ain’t real at all?
+Same nigga you’re at the mall doing your thing with
+Snaking on the cool and he trying to get your main bitch
+Buster ass nigga, you ain’t nothing I want to hang with or talk to
+Look you gon’ stay from ‘round me and I’m gon’ stay from ‘round you
+Buster ass niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Big DogIf u ain't got shit on your vehicle and a pocket full of money wit a big ol' pistol u ain't no big dog nigga..If yo girl ain't got her hair fixed and all she do is gossip,the problem she ain't got no big dog that got her..If yo block ain't got dat fire and yo soldiers ain't gon ride, that mean they big dog jive..I got dat big dog 45 wit tha spinners and im stuntin, and when im outta town man im still gettin money. That's a boss. I payed a big dog cost, i got a big dog mouth. Bad Azz up in diamonds i barely could talk. I got a mink on ma back wit tha matchin hat.. nextell all black wit tha matchin gat. I got a big dog watch am ticky tock..blue diamonds in that bitch yeah play wit me nah..warner brothers tol me boosie i think ya ready right nah..well im a big dog on tha mic im a celebrity nah. You put dem camras on me wohdie u gon see a big dog..if u ain't know i been retarded way befo' i met yall..in tha mall i big ball wit big boy stacks..ten G's wortha throwbacks, give me tha whole rack..ma nigga bleek call me big dog cat. He in tha streets wit a pocket fulla satch how ima knock em' 4 that..we doin big dog things in a big dog way..we at tha superbowl watchin all tha big dog's play and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog...i got a big dog team..we doin big dog things we rockin big dog jeans watching them big dogs scream and ima big dog,a big dog..ima big dog,a big dog..YEAAHHH i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on tha mic wit this big dog spit..and ima big dog..i move lean like oscar myer, i more hot dog..i watch screens when im chillin on da block dog..i shot call,and i get all ma people 'cause look we all we got dawg fa real.. guchi look so sick wit tha matchin lights louis vuitton dahn wahn we gon ack tonight..i got dem dogs in the trunk and they trashin right..u can hear me 4 u see me thas that savage life.. keep ya chain hand low wit dem big ol rims..jeans fit so sick wit dem big ol 10's..ol lady go crazy but she down to ride, she smilin at a big dog wit a 2 on her side..fixin to hit 106 and chill on da couch..but i ain't commin by maself Free im brangin dat south..ceo den did it big and got a big dog house.. 7 rooms and a pool we fixin to set dis bitch off..and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog..i got a big dog team we doing big dog things we rockin big dog jeans watchin dem big dogs scream. and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog...YEEEAHHHH..i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on dat mic wit tha big dog spit..and ima big dog..i ain't lyin..im fresh up out tha cleaners i ain't eva gotta iron..got some runners on ma team i ain't eva gotta grind 'cause big dogs they lay back and count stacks and shine! And i smoke i drank..i tote dat iron..but all these rappers out chea trynna still dat line..i got ma hat to tha back like a baseball playa..TRILL ENTERTAINMENT big dog and we takin it there..no belt rocka wear pants hand to ma legs..make it easy for dem skeezers who gon hit dat head..was happnin low legs.. i see u swervin and ackin..herd u kicked tha habbit now u really livin lavish..be on big dog planes..first class me mayne..sit me right on side ghost face and tha wu tang clan..thas how big dogs play..in 2 suits wit 2 freaks sippin alazaye, thas tha big dog way..and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog a big dog..i got a big dog team we we doin big dog things..rockin big dog jeans watchin dem big dogs scream..and ima big dog, a big dog.. ima big dog, a big dog..YEEEAHHH...i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on tha mic wit tha big do spit..and ima.........EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Better Not Fight[Intro]
+Y'all better not (Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyy)
+Y'all better not (
+Y'all better not
+
+[Hook:]
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
+
+[Lil Boosie:]
+Ask Louisiana, (ask 'em) ask Mississipi (ask 'em)
+Ask Little Rock nothin can fuck with me. (Little Rock)
+Real talk you can even ask 50 (ask 50)
+Betta' yet you can ask P.Diddy
+Baltimore my city, I set it off
+In Milwaukee I'm the governor nigga, they lovin' a nigga
+I'm Duvall finest, I'm laced with diamonds
+Been up in St. Louis all they do is bang Boosie
+President in Carolina, both of 'em, hundred thousand on my wrist bitch, both arms
+Louisiana ain't even gotta talk, (fa what?) in every town I'm the muthafuckin boss
+Savannah Georgia I'm higher than anybody, rest in peace camoflauge nigga I got it
+Got a style that just can't be faded, gotta smile drive bad bitches crazy
+
+[Hook:]
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
+[Lil Trill:]
+We in that thing d-bo, hotta than a heato, walk a wrong way & getcha stung like a mosquito
+Young nino, money like a casino, bossman in my city think I'm Al Pacino
+Chea with the fightin tonight gettin ya chills on
+We tryna party all night we ain't goin home
+Trill fam yeah you know how we rock every city we hit we got the town on lock
+All or nothin' yeah that's just how we comin'
+Tell ya boy to stand down we come in a whole hundid' (Think we ain't?)
+You can buck, you can dance, you can wyle out
+Get outta line & we gon' make ya file out
+
+[Hook:]
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch
+Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
+
+[Webbie:]
+Whatchu mean bruh? Awh mane bruh
+I'm in this thang and that's the only thing I came for. Mugged up, I got my people with me
+The whole trill fam, and we don't give a damn
+Bout what they talkin bout. spillin liquor put us out
+Point one of em out, I'll punch em in the mouth
+Full of drugs, feelin good
+I dare ya for to look at me. fuck with me, what nigga?
+Knock ya out & then kick ya apart, stomp the shit up outta bitch & take that shit to the car
+Put that tool up on ya homie right in front of ya boy
+Murda, first degree, I'm ready ta catch me a charge. whaaat!
+[Hook:]
+Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch
+Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
+
+[Foxx:]
+Don't get to fightin my niggas might get to shootin
+I got fifty niggas with me, 49 of em bootin
+I'm on all kinda drugs I don't know which way to go
+Left my mind at the house
+Left my cigar at the store
+Left my weed in the car
+Left my henny at the bar
+Left my rubber on yo bed
+Left yo woman in the dark
+Tell tha dj run it back, yeah we on the hundid pack
+Got somebody babymama kissin where my stomach at
+Betta cool yo lil nachos, actin like you macho
+Hitcha with that 40 knock the meat up out ya taco
+I don't even drank but got this giant goose bottle
+You can keep the ratchets cause I'm leavin' with a model!
+
+[Hook:]
+Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch
+Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Know They Gone Miss Me[Intro]
+We all got to die
+You got to understand that, son
+We all got to die
+Look
+
+[Verse 1]
+What if I died today?
+Couldn’t go home, tell my kids how much I love ‘em
+Ooh, they would cry for days
+If I couldn’t go home, kiss and hug my mother
+And tell her goodbye T lady (I’ll be right back, ma)
+What if my daughter needed a hug but I couldn’t hug her
+‘Cause a nigga made her cry for days
+No smiley face, but I’m gone
+When I’m gone, they’ll take my shine away (what they gon’ say about me in the news?)
+Never mention my good deeds, probably lie
+‘Cause they couldn’t say them lies to my face
+I know my uncles gon’ miss me, yay yay
+My auntie gon’ kiss me, everyday
+I’ll never be history ‘cause the legend has been made
+When I’m gone, it gon’ be a sad day, for my family, a bad day
+When I’m gone, rewind this song and press play
+‘Cause I know they gone miss me
+
+[Hook]
+I know, I know, I know, they gone miss me, yay (my momma)
+I know they gone miss me (my kids)
+I know they gone miss me, yay
+I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know they gone miss me, yay (all my fans)
+I know they gone miss me
+I know they gone miss me, yay
+[Verse 2]
+Even when I’m gone away (when I’m gone away)
+Probably say I’m on the same level as Pac
+Now that’s some strong words to say (for real though)
+I’m talking fans who been my fans since they was virgins
+They gon’ cry tears for Boosie Boo, that’s for certain
+I know some real niggas who gon’ have to grab a napkin
+Nothing but bad bitches at my funeral
+They gon’ miss my heart, that’s beautiful, something you don’t know
+Now I’m watching from the sky as my niece cry
+When losing me, it’s hard to say that he at peace now (damn)
+Look how my daughters crying (damn)
+My son shedding real tears for a real pops
+Got me all on t-shirts, walls in the project
+The pain my family feel deeper than an old soul
+And man, my niggas gonna miss their boss
+I gone, now that’s seven kids with three and a half hearts who miss me
+Talk that shit, but I know one thing
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Wit Ya[Verse 1]
+Turn me up thug nigga, turn me up
+You know I’m bout to thug with ya
+You’re probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now
+Your head smoking
+Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don’t want to talk
+Don’t worry nigga, you gon see better days coming
+Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting
+I know today a day that you never seen coming
+Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you’re crying
+Let me thug with you, I know that feeling
+Block ain’t even bumping
+Can’t stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries
+Niggas at your head, you’re paranoid
+Everywhere they go, they staring hard
+
+[Hook]
+I’m wit you, I’m wit you, I’m wit you
+I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry
+Boosie wit you, I’m with you, I’m with you
+I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E
+Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling
+Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling
+Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling
+I-I know that feeling, nigga I’m wit you
+I know, I-I know
+Know that feeling, I know that feeling
+Nigga I’m
+[Verse 2]
+Lights off, cold water
+Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter
+Saw the slot machine and couldn’t stop putting in quarters
+Kids blame mama cause they never had a father
+Let me thug wit you, I know the game
+Know how to make mistakes you can’t explain
+This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot
+Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor
+[?] That'll slow her down, you probably listening to me now
+I’m going through some real shit
+Granny in the hospital and she real sick
+Attitude with everybody being a real bitch
+Cause losing your daddy you ain’t ready to deal with
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+When it all falls down, I know that feeling
+When it ain’t too many left to call, I know that feeling
+When your dog turn small, same law
+And hatred from these racists ring loud
+I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question
+Part of my life was like an old time Western
+Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be
+Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean
+Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team
+People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream
+Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends
+Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Webbie I RememberI remember we was wilin'
+Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly
+Everybody got a rocket
+Tryin' to prove like a motherfucker, try me I'll pop it (I've stopped)
+Webbie on the Henny fucked up
+This was when I was skinny and fucked up
+Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up
+Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up
+You remember that December when they ran with the money
+Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money
+Went to war had a lot of niggas running
+Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming
+Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach
+I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma
+Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma
+And say "I love you momma"
+We was young and fucked up in the head
+Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread
+Had a little money, but we living in the red
+Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it
+Remember we first got a deal, nigga
+And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?"
+I was still in the field with 'em
+You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap
+I was walking through the mob with a strap
+10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet
+Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack
+Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap
+Remember when I told you I was going to the can
+You like man, my man, you going to the can
+I felt in your hug, in your hands
+Told you I'll be back in a minute
+Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary
+And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating
+Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy
+We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating
+Well I told 'em, I remember
+Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga
+Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas
+You had twins, they was beautiful as ever
+"Be a dad," what I told you in the letter
+I remain the same, how I ended in the end
+I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink
+Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing
+Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon
+Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves
+Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb
+In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve
+Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb
+Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls
+Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl
+Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt
+Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt
+We thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt
+When we was kids, we just wanted our turn
+In the hospital, me and you don't learn
+'stead we asking God, give us one more turn
+I remember, WebbieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chill Out[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Lil Boosie Bad Azz
+A lot of these niggas ain't ready to be no gangsta
+So my word of advice to y'all niggas, chill out
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Nobody hate me cause they love me
+They know I'm thuggin' I ain't backin' down from nothin' I ain't stuntin (patna)
+I'm from a real street with real heat called G street
+Cross the track we 50 deep how them thugs creep
+Bein' niggas from fat, skinny, ta thin niggas chill out for you be up in that jail house
+Mama's ain't bring us up to be no gangstas, The hood got us all with anger hood got us all in danger
+Niggas throwed on every corner bottle after bottle, another kidney gettin' weak, from every swallow
+Thought he was gone kill one when he bust that choppa
+He let it off and killed wohty, and all his patnas
+Now he locked up in a 6 man cell (Gettin fucked)
+When he touch down he a straight up gal
+Wanna be a husle ain't even got no street sense
+You don't deserve it anyway
+Ain't from that dirty anyway
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie x2]
+It's too late to be the dope man (chill out)
+Hoes love you till you broke man (chill out)
+Watch ya friends real close man (chill out)
+They give you life up in court Lil nigga chill out
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+You wanna life sentence? (think about it)
+You wanna get put on lockdown were you can't write niggas?
+You wanna get threw on that wrong line to fight niggas?
+If you wanna be a rapper you gotta be dedicated (see mee)
+Nigga couldn't tell Boosie shit that's how Lil Boosie made it Nigguhhh chill out, take that grill out yo mouth
+Go and sell it fo 300 go get a half a oz (haaha)
+Money talk, bullshit walk a thousand milles
+Ho's go say they love a nigga but they love the shinee
+So many niggas want my shine so I keep a 9
+If I'm stressin I need purple 2 ease my mind
+You don't know 'bout taken losses you don't know 'bout throwin' crosses
+You got yo gold in yo mouth and got yo pistol now
+Ain't nobody done ya nothin' but, you a killa now
+
+[Hook: x2]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+You ain't tired nigga? You can't see that yo momma eyes ain't dried yet? (look at 'em)
+You get caught on that ride you gone be quiet (G code!)
+You got that pistol you ready for that fire play where ya mind at?
+You got screws in ya head you ain't retarded in a retarded way
+But I guess you thuggin so you better be 'bout that pistol play donkey chill out
+Eva since he been out laughin' lookin' happy his Lil cause takin' ova the south but all the boys already thuggin
+
+I'm mister 106, can't fuck with no b! tch tryna chill my ass out
+Lil Boosie on that other shit shoulda told glen 2 chill out and slow his roll
+But I told him to go get laptops and 44′s forgive me God
+My heart was cold real gangstas don't see 25 what I was told
+[Hook: x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m MadChorus:)
+Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
+
+Knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey criticize me talk about me like sum f**kin hoes, dey f**k mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me f**ked up so im bucked up and
+F**ked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switchblade nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his f**kin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication
+Told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but now i'm pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me ain't scared of nothing keep m
+Y name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da f**kin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that problem bitch. F**k it nigga bring the blues really
+Ain't got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i ain't gon f**k wit u bitch!
+
+(chorus:) (2x)
+Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
+Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
+
+My sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where desert eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they stole bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats hatch's shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody.she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i f**k dey daughters in dey ass 'cause dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high
+
+I dont burn homie even talk about donkey all da time i heard yo 'causein got life plus 99 how he get out 'cause he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad..
+
+(chorus:) (2x)
+Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im
+Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
+
+Dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purpleleaf. F**k my head up mo 'cause i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool can't be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im sorry..and im thinkin bout my father and i
+Got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthaf**kin' grave u ain't heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but sylveste stalloe, arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..'cause one day it ain't gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad!
+
+(chorus:) (2x)
+Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im
+Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
+Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fresh Cut (They Be on a Nigga)B(B)-O(O)-S(S)-I(I)-E(E) Thats Me
+
+[Chorus]
+Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up)
+Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds)
+New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's)
+And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
+
+They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Look Just Got My Hair Cut, Just Put My Rims on
+Just Got My Throw Back Out The Closet (Ooooo) That Jim Brown
+I Got Promethazine I Got Some Crispy Jeans
+And On My Feet I Got Some Reeboks Straight From New Orleans
+Pc chain Hang, 4 12's Bang
+A Bad Bitch Up On My Side And She Givin Brain
+I Went To Exxon Got Filled Up I'm real buff, On Top Of That I'm Grilled Up
+Hoes Hollin Out The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
+I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Kinfolk
+They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga
+They Gone Take Lil Boosie Home And Act A Donkey Wit Em
+Show Me That Thong And It's On
+Give Me That Head And Get Bread
+I Like Em Black Caramel And Red Look
+And Mr Officer Mr Officer Would You Please Get These Dog Hoes Off Of Us
+[Chorus]
+Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up)
+Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds)
+New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's)
+And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You Betta Keep Yo Girl Inside, Cause Girls Fuckin Niggas Drive 745
+Girls Love Niggas Drive 745,And Ya Right And Ya Hustle And Ya Know Ya Finna Bubble
+I Know I'm Bout That Trouble Nigga So I Don't Trip
+I Got Shoes On My Whip And They Walkin Like The Crips
+Hair Cut Like Steve Harvey Blow Weed Like Bob Marley
+Imma Business Man Ask My Brother Takari
+I Got A Closet Full Of Gear I Got a mall at My House
+I Got Yo Rent Note and Yo Car Note All Up In My Mouth
+I Be In Thighs Be In Jeans And 112 Up In The A
+With A Fine Thick Yella And I Call Her Cup Cake
+I'm A Gangsta ',Don't You Think
+Just Cause Boosie Wearin' Pink I Won't Come From Under This Mink And Leave You Leakin Like Ink Nigga
+Back To The Topic Niggas Now How I'm Rockin
+Keep Yo Girl At Home Fa Lil Bosie Become Yo Problem
+Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics
+Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin
+Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics
+Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin
+[Chorus]
+Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up)
+Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds)
+New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's)
+And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I Must Be The Greatest Cause I'm Loved By The Ladies
+Throw Back From 80's Got These Girls Gone Crazy
+Look Here Lift Up That Shirt And Let Me See Somethin
+Huh Bruh, She Lookin Like She Wanna Freak Somethin
+I'm On The Yard Trien To Snatch Me A Nerd
+Got They Eyes Like Smokey As I'm Turnin The Curb
+Cause They Don't Like Me, They Wanna Fight Me
+Cause I Wear Mitchell & Ness And They Wear White Tees Get Ya Money Up
+Thats Wat Make The Honeys Come If Ya Broke All The Time Man Ain't No Girls Gone Wanna Fuck
+I'm The Sickest And Yeah we online
+Girls Sendin Naked Pictures Of They Fuckin Behind
+On my car I got blinds And I'm Thuggin Them Hoes
+My Bracelet, Watch, Chain And My Ring Rose Gold
+You Can Catch Me pourin 4's In Da Club Wit My Woes
+Hoes Pullin On A Nigga Like He Kobe Damn
+
+[Chorus]
+Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up)
+Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds)
+New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's)
+And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Feel Ya[Verse 1]
+Phone call from a real nigga
+I was locked up with
+First time since we talked and I been out six
+Told me how much he missed me, told me bout his bitch
+Say his girl ran off, and his lawyer playing games
+Dude was gone sign the affidavit, but his feelings starting to change, man
+His commissary low, he back in the hole
+Found some coke up in the dome, he ain’t wanna rat so he rolled
+Plus his mama sick, cancer in her body
+He say he starting to feel like I don’t answer for nobody, damn
+I popped him off, real tight, real nigga
+In Angola on that river fighting for his life, I feel ya
+
+[Hook]
+If don’t nobody understand you, I feel you
+If don’t nobody understand what you’re going through, I feel ya
+And everybody running away, nobody picking up their number today
+I feel ya
+I feel ya
+
+[Verse 2]
+Come up in the hood, family full of wrong
+Before you know you getting it on, pocket full of stones
+You either go to school for years and chase hopes
+Or help your mama pay the bills and sell coke, I feel ya nigga
+Fly dude, I see why you got a pistol nigga
+He crossed you, I see why he ain’t your nigga, nigga
+You fell off, you was sniffing that pack
+Checked yourself in rehab, I feel ya nigga, shake back
+Don’t really want an old lady but you need support
+Either or you break her heart, that’s just a nigga
+All the girls who ain’t married, I feel ya
+But put your hands up, all my “I do” niggas, I feel ya
+[Hook 2]
+Tired of having nothing, do what you got to do, I feel ya
+Don’t want to be normal, you want to be a who’s who, I feel ya
+Feel like you got the one, you’re ready to say “I do”, I feel ya
+You just like having fun and think marriage ain’t for you, I feel yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Say Round[Hook]
+Say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say say say
+
+[Verse 1: Big Head]
+Due to the situation politics and codes
+Let the hoes move the loads, and watch y'all roads
+Man the jokes and shit old and you real important
+So no talkin' 'bout the murders money launder extortion
+The feds they in the area they watchin' my home
+Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
+Say Webbie I know that fetti got you with a fat belly
+But your thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready
+The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
+Please explain why this snitch still breathin?
+Say Boosie you know better than to fuck with that nigga
+He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller
+We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
+So you know them fuck feds out to do us
+Conspiracy a motherfucka my nigga so walk light
+And talk right cause one indictment get ya 20 to life
+[Hook]
+Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say say say
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+Hello hello hello hello
+Say Big Head I gotta hitcha right back (One)
+They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tapped (My shit tapped!)
+We got that syrup and that work man who tellin' that?
+Switch that purple up to that orange now they sippin' that
+Echos on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder
+Want somethin it's face to face, try somethin' it's K to K (booya!)
+The white Jeep cross the street, that's them fuckin' Feds (That's the feds!)
+"How you know?" Cause when I look at him he duck his head!
+They want Ivyanna Tarlaysia and Tootie all scared
+My family fuck around and lose me it's gon' be welfare
+So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
+They ride with LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator
+They know I'm after this paper, so they after my ass
+30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task
+They say "You love to ride wit no legs" No I love to get head
+"You gon' be dead just like Ivy" Fuck you Feds! Bitch!
+[Hook]
+Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say say say
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Say Savage you got work? Yeah white as your T-Shirt playa
+Well I been hittin' ya phone all I'm gettin' is the voicemail
+I got another number cat, you undercover rat
+Playin' like that have a nigga doin' a hunnid flat
+I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish mane
+I'm good with this white because I know life's about havin' things
+I got two bad bitches that handle business for Savage mane
+They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
+Straight to the boulevard I work it and work it hard
+Robbers and murderers I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars
+I fuck with them Trill boys don't fuck with nobody else
+Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gon' tell on myself
+Ho niggas come to my door for the scope but ain't nothin' happenin'
+Cause niggas a rat on ya up in court and don't even care
+I'm the lil' nigga that'll make a hundred bricks dissapear
+A motherfuckin' gangsta, hol' up
+Hello?
+[Hook]
+Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+
+[Verse 4: Foxx]
+I can't talk now this ain't the time or the place
+The block hot like grits, ain't tryna catch a case
+My nigga just got ten in a for real way
+And them bitches know who I am cause what my grill say
+So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
+You see this Cingular gon' have a nigga upstate
+And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake
+Oh you ain't hung up yet you must be workin' for them snakes
+You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches
+So they won't have to live behind them fences
+Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches
+Niggas tryin' to get with ya you gone hook or get ya issue
+But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
+If you want them M&M's meet me on ya momma street
+Don't forget to keep your eyes open
+That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'
+
+[Hook]
+Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say round, lemme hitcha right back
+It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Can ya hear me now?
+Say say say1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck You Too[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I know u hollin fuck me.Well itz fuck you too
+And that instagatin nigga im gon touch you too
+Itz just a matter of time for I start dumping ma nine
+Fuckin wit da wrong nigga u must don ma dine
+Fuck it
+Hop in da bucket lets go find these niggas
+Shoot out shots for their head tryna blind these niggas
+Don't let me catch you on that innerstate
+Then it's late
+Im gone see how many bullets yo Rental take
+You fucking with a young thug nigga who is savage with this
+And Im gon down slug nigga so we packin yo shit
+Plus a magnum wit shit
+Cause im a fool,im gone catch you on da corner introduce you to ma tool
+I pay ma due so boy am finna let chu kno
+Messin with the wrong clip when you fucking with the 4
+Fa sho
+So it's war time partner is u ready for that I
+Should of robed you but im waitin on yo feddy 2 stack
+
+[Hook: x4]
+If its fuck me nigga then it's fuck u too
+Fuck your mamy
+Fuck your daddy
+N fuck your crew
+That's true
+[Verse 2:]
+U don't even know how bad I wanna bust you up
+Please come across that track so I could fuck you up
+You with all that mouthin off u done got me red hot
+Might as well take your vest off cause im shootin head shots
+Front them hoes cause u let your nuts hang
+But my fo fo gone let your fuckin guts hang
+Bitch, u wanna euricate long if u play with me wrong
+I don't give a fuck about your momma baby bein gone
+It's on motherfucker I ain't slippin
+Stay rolling through your hood with ma nine and the clippin
+Them niggas that be bucking with u they gone get it too
+If I catch them niggas first then they gone get this shit for you
+That's true
+Plus im sicka then u
+I got mo bitches then u
+And I could buy a murder charge since my digits done grew
+And lil boosie shit he ain't scared of shit
+And I'm gone duck tape your momma n shoot off ya daddy dick mutha fucka!
+
+[Hook: x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Life That I Dreamed Of[Hook]
+This the life that I dreamed of
+Money, cars, respect, a whole lot of success
+This the life that I dreamed of
+Cause where I’m from we dreamers, we dreamers
+
+[Verse 1]
+When we was 14 we used to dream on the corner
+If we had millions when we got high off marijuana
+Son was swimming from grinding daily on the corner
+Now it’s VIP treatment from sexy ladies in the sauna
+Remember my uncle asked me what you wanna be
+I told him wait, closed my eyes, and I dreamed me
+Mink coats in my closet what I always wanted
+Fore I had it, seen it coming so I always stunted
+And my cousin had to keep me always blunted
+Cause with a sober mind those dreams I had wasn’t nothing
+Now my pockets all hundreds, credit cards with no limit on it
+Want it, I get it
+Living like the old no limit homie
+[?] the night, I told the block I would have millions
+Everybody bust out laughing like old dreaming ass nigga
+Now times changed, house shoes, backyard Olympic pool
+Fine cars when I ride
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2]
+When I was a teen, wanted respect like baby joseph
+Now it take fools to try me, because they already know
+So this what I wanted, being the one not to be fucked with
+Make niggas second guess when they tryna come with fuck shit
+Clear water, white sand, man I always dreamed luxury
+Different from my niggas man, who only dreamed Biloxi
+Award shows with dreams and I get em in due time
+Pussys come a dime a dozen and I ain’t got to say a line
+Private test, designer clothes, man this everything I dreamed
+Famous names, buku kids, this everything I seen
+Having a team with everybody clean is what I dreamed
+But I dreamed betrayal, and betrayal came to me
+Persian rugs in my home, flat screens up in my bathroom
+Talking parrots in my kitchen saying “Hi Boosie Boo”
+Used to play Bingo, them same cards I played Bingo with
+I buy them cars three at a time with the matching outfit
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I used to dream bout buying mama something way back
+So I bought her a Benz with the seats laid back
+I remember Lil Glenn sat me down told me his dreams
+Now Lil Glenn dead, Russian roulette at 17
+Lil Bleek gone, his dream of being a CEO with me
+He wanted to meet Jay Z, this is when we was both broke niggas
+Head had rap dreams, and now my dog a dope fiend
+Guess his rap dreams left when them crackers [?]
+I used to chill with [?] to dream like that
+Bout freedom, and leaving the states and never looking back
+We both got fucked over, this is why we click clack
+He used to be a marine, now he got numbers on his back
+Big bank accounts I dream that, now it’s reality
+The ones who laughed at me was satisfied they had happy feet
+Now I ride G5s and party on yachts
+Got stocks and bonds, trust funds for four lil girls
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No MercyIntro:
+My Ghetto Retarded(x3)
+Dumb Way(x4)
+Off that dumb shit(dumb shit) with my ghetto
+No Mercy, nigga no mercy(x1)
+"Imma never say die", that's what my OG told me(Believe that southside city, nigga)
+
+Hook:
+"Ho's lie, nigga's die", thats what my OG told me
+My ghetto(my ghetto), if you make it to see 25, nigga you a OG
+
+Verse 1:
+Nigga woke up in the morn, don't know if they died
+Don't know who they friend
+Can't even trust they kin
+Fuck it! Fake it! Til' ya make it
+Keep it all the same
+Don't even show ya stash spot, to ya old lady
+Watch these niggas eyes
+These niggas strapped, unda them cow hides
+These niggas, clapping in dat southside
+If ya hit 25, then ya lucky
+Most nigga's get killed, when ya real like Bucky!
+All that buckin gets ya head bust
+Passed down a nigga block, and done messed up!
+You outta Here!
+Bottem board to fullest man
+I'm hollin "What it do Southside?", baby I got love for that due
+Breakdown:
+You got the hustlas, the niggas bought the big bread
+Ya got the bustas, ya got the feds and the cookheads you got the skeezas
+The iphones and tha beepers ya got ya people
+But is yo people yo people thats who it evil nigga
+
+Hook:(x4)
+
+[Verse 2:] Might die oh the dark way
+I get done with the A.K
+Southside make these niggas scream "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"
+Rest in peace to all my G's from the bottom to the top
+But I put Ivy on tha top ghetto superstar
+
+[Breakdown:]
+Niggas on they broad, niggas on these bars
+Recession in tha streets nigga's back to stealin cars
+O.G. told me how this "shit would unfold if I eva got tha money and tha cars and clothes."
+These niggas hoes just like hoes
+
+[Verse 2 cont'd:]
+Alot of niggas in mah ghetto need to be exposed
+We always on the news "someone lay down" (stay down!)
+Dis year man we killed more than Brookstown!
+Chopper rounds goin off in mah territory
+We the ones started! Call this shit retarted!
+Get ya mind right
+The O.G.s the B.G.s the bottom the top; you got the boulevard but I'm across the track die hard
+Verse 2:
+Let's get back to the south shit
+Where you from? how you come?
+Hope you dumb cause we dumb cock that back shoot through ya lung
+Dude don't make me twist ya toungue "tick tick tick tick tick tick", like a nigga playin drum
+Big drum, choppa drum
+We ain't playin son
+Kill you and ya nigga thas a And 1, Straight up
+I know some boulevard die hard niggas who brought they business
+Some uptown gorillas, some bottomboard killas!
+Southside head honcho Ivy left it to me so ima always be return to
+Niggas be dead with no insurance, life it ain't a game (Fuck That!)
+Lets get it nigga yo life for my chain
+They wanna investigate the murder
+Crack rock is the perk old people peepin out tha window like turtles
+No mercy in my neighborhood niggas play for keeps
+Whole families die when a nigga play wit me bitch
+
+Hook/OutroEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wake Up[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Say thug, I know that you gotta do what you gotta do, but uh
+What you doing, it ain't gonna last bro
+No matter how big it get, it ain't gonna last
+It'll turn out bad bro, so I advice you
+Wake up
+
+[Atlanta Radio interview segment: Pimp C]
+These kids out here listening to us and looking up to all us
+'cause a lot of them don't have no father speak in their house and hear them records you get on, you lying about the dope, talking about squares. [?], mane, 'cause if you gon' talk about the squares and talk about the drug game, you need to talk about the bad side of the drug game too. What about when you get busted and you go to jail? What about when your momma and your wife and your kids is crying 'cause, 'cause they get harmed when you in a prison in a cell. Everybody talking 'bout how many cars and how many jewels they gon' buy, and when they having squares coming out. You know what I'm talkin' about? But [?] to talk about the other side of it. So if you gon' talk about that, you have to talk about both sides. 'Cause way we start is the way we gon' finish
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+You might be making fetty, flexin', now just selling coke
+But all that flexin' gone get messy when you go to court (for dope)
+Your friends gone tear, them same friends they gone fuck your hoe
+Her brother, boyfriend you fronted, he gone get your dope
+The feds in town you witness, plenty niggas snitching
+Should have stayed in school, fool, but you won't be a menace
+60 years your sentence, in Feds you do like 50
+Plus in your mister ballin', them haters with your niggas
+You distributed well, hung with all the stars
+Now they done took your crib, repo'ed all your cars
+Sentenced all your boys, locked your momma up
+Now you gon' turn rat, or leave your momma stuck
+[?], wake up
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
+Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Pop the niggas, stop the niggas, got a reputation
+His brother came back 7 years later, for his dedication
+Now that's three sons who got no father and got a crazy momma
+Prescription pills became the lover of his baby momma
+Niggas talking square, just to make songs about them
+You gon' get busted, you think you are not? Then you're wrong about it (real shit)
+Wake up in that cell, without a piece of metal
+This shit is sloppy, we eating for real, ain't no piece of that
+These niggas talking all night, it ain't no sleeping in
+Your mind ain't strong, your ass is gone, they got some freaks in there
+I did time with a real nigga in a chain gang
+His bloods ain't send him nothing, now he's no longer on a gang bang
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
+Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+He likes them young and dumb, sexy, pretty and full of 'con
+Bitch scream rape, you know why? She wants to be number one
+Now left feeling older, for freedom he tweaking out
+No more cut talk on them things, no more easy tongue
+You can feed your round, but really you don't need your round
+In the end, that's one more mouth that can bring you down, that's sinking Titanic
+You think that bitch gon' wait on you, you go to prison?
+Same nigga she say she loves, she will forget 'em
+I'mma live and witness
+Posting you on her page, she wants your followers
+For the million followers, she'll swallow you, this is real shit
+Your fall partner turned pussy, and be a real bitch
+Point you out and call like you're the enemy
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
+Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up)
+Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bad BitchCory fuckin brink
+I fuck bad bitches in tha sink
+Fuck dat nigga meris
+
+[Lil Webbie] - Verse 1
+CORY FUCKIN BRINK
+
+[Hook]
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+
+[Lil Webbie] - Verse 2
+Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
+Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
+I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
+Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
+You get alot of head when your bread in piles
+Cuz I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
+A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
+A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
+Which one is the baddest
+That's the one I'm having
+The with no kids or just one baby daddy
+And she ain't hard-headed
+Can listen and respect it
+And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
+A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
+I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
+Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
+And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service
+[Hook]
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+
+Now make yourself seen
+Cuz you a bad bitch
+Girl you a bad bitch
+Yeah you a bad bitch
+
+Now show your ass off
+Cuz you a bad bitch
+Girl you a bad bitch
+Yeah you a bad bitch
+
+[Lil Webbie] - Verse 3
+Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
+Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
+She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
+Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
+I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
+Own damn house flossed out big screen man
+I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
+Look at her own income she a beast man
+Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
+She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
+The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man
+[Hook - Repeat 2X]
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
+
+Come here fa sho
+Trill Entertainment nigga
+I'm Webbie nigga
+My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
+Get it right
+Mouse on the track
+2004 this my year right chea
+I'm out this bitch
+I need a bad bitch
+That's a bad bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mercy on My Soul[Intro: Akelee]
+Have mercy on my soul, shine on
+
+[Hook: Akelee]
+Have have mercy, have have mercy
+On my soul, shine on me
+Lord shine on
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+First off I wanna apologize
+Every time I made my momma cry
+Leaving these pussy ass niggas traumatized
+All the bad names I called ya when Lil Bleek and Lil Ivy died
+Blessed me over and over again
+The more he blessed me the more I would sin
+Guess I was moving too fast in the wind
+Got tied and pulled my ass in the pin
+Now I'm looking at the past, thinking 'bout the future
+Glad I got another chance, see ya feeling's mutual
+Protect me in the streets when the times got crucial
+When niggas slung iron, you made me blind to the shooters
+And now I'm all alone and I'm calling on you daily
+Asking for forgiveness and I'm asking you to save me
+Protect my T-lady, don't stress my old lady
+And you and I know how much I love my seven babies (alright I'm sorry)
+[Hook: Akelee]
+Have have mercy, have have mercy
+On my soul, shine on me
+Lord shine on
+
+[Verse 2: Jeezy]
+Thinking 'bout them nights that my momma cried
+Only son since my only brother died
+Surgery on surgery, I can feel the pain
+Have mercy on the Lord, please don't let her hurt again
+God you blessed my auntie Brenda be the living proof
+Had a tumor in the brain size of a grapefruit
+It's for them ghetto saviors that's living major
+Now they missing like the flight 370 to Malaysia
+We was skinning and grinning, thought we was winning
+Heard it's hot in hell so I'm packing linen
+And lately my conscience be shaking me, waking me right up out my sleep
+Keeping it 100 I ain't sleep in 'bout a week, hey look
+Gotta do it for my little cousin, Chastity
+See her boyfriend took her life
+When I think about the daughter that she left behind
+Pardon me, can't let you see a gangsta cry, Lord have mercy
+
+[Hook: Akelee]
+Have have mercy, have have mercy
+On my soul, shine on me
+Lord shine on
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+I was lost in a world-wind, now I'm sorry
+Five different baby mama's coulda been on Maury
+Staying up all night, smoking purp for hours
+Can't even get my ass off to church a couple hours
+Beefing with the enemy, teaching my son wrong things
+In and out the hospital on that strong lean
+Looking at the phone ring knowing it's my auntie
+Knowing that she tryna pray for me, but I don't accept it
+Now I'm selfish, not to others but myself
+'Cause I'm feeling like nobody know my struggle, just my wealth
+But that was then and this is now and since you gave me another chance
+God man I promise I'mma make ya proud
+A lotta times I screamed to ya, felt like you ain't hear me
+You ain't heard me cause I wasn't worthy, sins dirty dirty
+Thugs cry, no lie had to hit my knees
+Like please please, have mercy on me
+
+[Hook: Akelee]
+Have have mercy, have have mercy
+On my soul, shine on me
+Lord shine on
+Have have mercy, have have mercy
+Have mercy on my soul9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Show Em[Intro: K CAMP]
+Camp! K CAMP
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+(Big Fruit)
+
+[Hook: K CAMP]
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real, (4x)
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money
+My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing
+I can’t help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed
+You have fun wit them riders I’m so, so fresh
+Everything I touch turn gold
+I’mma winner
+Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig ha
+You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world
+Who the man?
+They gone tell you boosie badazz
+Call it my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash
+7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich
+I can't help how you feel
+Cuz you feel how you feel
+I’m just gon' do me and continue to be too real
+6 different hustles, now I'm bringin' in a new year
+Thank god, real music been saved, boosie boo hear they mad
+Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's
+Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know-
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Wankaego]
+I'm gettin' cash
+My own crib, my own car
+Sittin' back, gettin' money bags
+I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark
+Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin'
+Like da sound off, that navigation, lead me to the paper
+Like on star, them trap niggas they love me, them whack bitches ain't nothin' to me
+Cuz ain't none of them hoes above me
+I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad
+You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit
+Toe tag, see me in the whip, like deuces go hang ya self
+Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out
+My liquor straight, no juices sittin'
+By my radi in the gettin' bread, like I work at panera
+Panoramic roof, who disappear it, I reappear it in the panarama
+
+
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money
+That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' dat bitch
+Sound like a band don't it? It seal up like a man don't it?
+I expect them bands on it, we get hoes, then we fuck 'em
+They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk
+Can you walk that walk with bout 8 times ass on ya?
+Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance floor
+Oh that ain't nuthin', you should see her with no pants on
+I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long
+But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long
+And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her
+And I see that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dirty WorldCan't even ride thru da hood n peace...
+So f.u.c.k. all da police...
+Fuck da judge... fuck da jump out n da district attorney
+Check my bank account n bitch c wat I'm earning...
+It's a dirty dirty world n it keep on turning...
+Niggas keep gettin shot but dey still ain't learning...
+Wrap your dick up cause dey dick of have da hick ups...
+Women play games so I advise u get a prenup...
+Jena 6 dee-dee... u c dis world wicked...
+Dey killin at da skools from college to elementary,...
+Sum ppl don't do shit for dey child-dirty world
+Sum jobs don't give u shit wen u retire-dirty world
+Ppl get dey money n give it to otha countries...
+But ppl n dey same hood livin' like junkies...
+So I b like: dear mr.president... y u wanna take my life... send me cross seas to fite n make me lose sleep at night
+[Hook:]
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n
+Um um um um um um um
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Can't even trust ya own family at times...
+Nigga will make your whole family cry...
+It's either rappers shooting or ballers hustlin
+Dats da only way u make it n dis motherfucking hood
+Mo money... mo murder, it's real n it's a fact a lack
+So watch your boys watch ya cars n watch da dice
+Ya only live like once... gotta do it big like aunt pam tell boosie" torrence do yo shit n I can't leave home w/o my gun
+Kinda paranoid
+Nigga mite john leenen me cause I'm a supastar...
+So keep your soldiers on your click...
+Luk at micheal vick
+All dat shit behind em pits...
+Dis fuckin world make me sick...
+Wen dey kill deers n put dem on da wall... n dey kitchen... (glorify em)
+We fite dogs... ya'll fite chickens... wats da fuckin difference...
+Judge got a fucking grudge... he saw my gold teeth so he labeled me as a thug
+Fuck it...
+[Hook:]
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n
+Um um um um um um um
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Now dis 3rd verse, 4 my niggas n da pen who cudnt survive n dis dirty world
+Go bk again... repeating offender... judge finna eat em 4 dinner...
+Last name been n da courthouse since he can rememba...
+Uncle sam got a nigga life like whoah
+My next meal goin on da motherfuckin floor
+Seen niggas turn state...
+Seen niggas turn fake... The rap game fuck us...
+Everybody burn tapes...
+
+[Hook:]
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n
+Um um um um um um um
+It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stressing Me[Intro]
+“Hello”
+“Bitch, where the fuck you at?”
+“I’m in the studio, man. I’m on my way, man”
+“I’m not gon’ be here when you get back. I’m gon’ be gone. Fuck that, I’m gon’ be gone.”
+“Alright then”
+
+[Hook]
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me?
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me
+And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl
+‘Cause you be stressing me, girl
+And I just wanna lay with you sometimes
+But you be stressing me, girl
+(Man) Why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me?
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me?
+And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl
+‘Cause you be been stressing me, girl
+And I just wanna lay with you sometimes
+But you be stressing me, girl
+
+[Verse 1]
+Damn, why you stressing me knowing I need you next to me?
+Yesterday, you questioned me soon as you finished texting me
+Now you don’t want to talk when I don’t answer when you question me
+Ain’t got time to fuck ‘cause that’ll mess up our whole recipe
+Sometimes, I just want to lay with you, play fight like we used to do
+You always been in cases, come on girl, I’m used to you
+So I roll my switches full of kush and smoke ‘em back to back
+‘Cause I know soon you gon’ accuse me of this and that (I don’t know this bitch)
+And I don’t know what to do sometimes (man)
+Loving you will make me lose my mind (man)
+You went to really tripping, your stomach got bigger
+Now you think the baby gon’ stop me from being a hundred with ya
+We can make it is what I truly believe
+(And I) Want you to change, but I don’t want you to leave
+(And I) Feel all alone when you ain’t next to me
+I hope your new year’s resolution stops stressing me
+[Hook]
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me?
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me
+And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl
+‘Cause you be stressing me, girl
+And I just wanna lay with you sometimes
+But you be stressing me, girl
+
+[Verse 2]
+I just want to chill with you, I don’t want to fight with you
+Sick and tired, but I’m gon’ try to might it right with you
+I know I travel, be gone, you be wishing me home
+But chill sweetie, we eating, we on
+Now you in my phone checking shit, real disrespectful shit
+Accusing me of doing her? I might as well then
+Used to be your best friend, sexing and texting
+Plenty hoes want your spot, I’m your blessing
+Let your hair back, kick your feet up, stop stressing
+You say I’m fucking with my baby momma, that’s out of the question
+Stop guessing, talking reckless, you’re doing too much
+I peeped your game, you’re trying to fight, fuck and make up
+For real (man)
+
+[Hook]
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me?
+Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me
+Stressing me
+And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl
+‘Cause you be stressing me, girl
+And I just wanna lay with you sometimes
+But you be stressing me, girlEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real FriendsI miss my nigga Darryl Milton
+
+A real friend gon' love you like a brother
+
+We need real friends
+Love ya like brothers
+
+[HOOK]
+This world need real friends
+To love ya like a brother
+Sometimes we need friends
+To love ya like a brother
+
+[VERSE 1]
+1 shot for my nigga Big Kirby
+He been thuggin wit me since we was comin' up
+Behind me
+He'll shoot a nigga up
+Shit 1 time we went to jail
+He told tha police that was his stuff
+All I gotta do is look
+And he'll be quick to boot ya up
+He don't give fuck
+You ain't gon talk bout Boosie round Bleek
+Cuz he gon say sumin
+So don't tell me that's yo friend
+If they talk, and u don't say nothing
+Donkey my dawg
+He got to stand wit a suit on
+Meanin his words
+Fuck the world, I'm bringin Boo home
+Me and Reb waited too long
+Toolin niggas too strong
+Fightin them bodies in Angola mane
+Now me and Ruger mane, we both home
+I love you nigga
+You so solid mane
+I know you a real friend
+That's gon love me like a brother
+Sometimes we need friends
+Who gon' love me like a brother
+Look
+Got yo back when you need me
+When you call she be there
+Fuck that
+I'm comin to see ya any jail, anywhere
+A real friend will lift you up
+No matter what she be there
+She ain't gon' fuck her girl nigga
+She ain't gon' take that shit there
+A friend gon' know what you goin thru
+Hurt when you hurt
+Know what you feel inside
+It's like a feeling we got
+Everybody in competition
+If everybody chill out
+Everybody can get money round this muthafucka
+That's what's wrong
+
+
+[HOOK]
+This world need real friends
+To love ya like a brother
+Sometimes we need friends
+To love ya like a brother
+
+Watch my back if you're my friend
+You'll be my passenger in every car
+Don't be my homie,  be my friend
+One of tha closest niggas to my heart
+Don't tell on me if I'm your friend
+You take our secrets to tha grave and all
+I got yo kids, you got my kids shit if we ever fall
+I got his back
+I'm clutchin bad behind my fuckin dawg
+I went to jail
+They killed my friend
+[BOOSIE TALKING TO THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On That Level[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+I got that liquor in my system, somebody gonna be my victim
+Got me a turned up shawty, man this girl know how to party
+V.I.P. turned up with the models, drinks free so we turn up the bottles
+Rubbing on her body, twerking, licking out her tongue like she thirsty
+Hands in the air when her song on, love dancing in the mirror with a thong on
+Know what she want and she gon' get it, I know what I want and I'm gon' hit it
+Look in her eyes saying "Come get it," tried to decide I gotta come with it
+Real cute face, nice titties, uncut, explicit
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Shawty don't wanna wait no more, she on that level
+And tonight she gonna do the most, she on that level
+So I tell her do you, get your money, do you
+Twerk, do you, do you..
+
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake
+'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake
+'Fore you make them tips you gotta shake them hips
+'Fore you make them tips you gotta shake them hips
+Show 'em you know how to get it, bounce ya ass and shake ya titties
+Bounce ya ass and shake ya titties, bust it open make it jiggle
+You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho
+You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho
+We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money
+We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money
+She a fool, everybody throwing cheese on that bitch
+I'm sloppy, I don't piss on that Rosé Crys
+I'm drinking, I'm driving, I'm celebrating living
+I'm smoking, I'm sipping, head down no pimping
+I can still see some haters in the corners of my eyes
+I ain't worried 'bout nothing man this motherfucker live
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+Do you, slow roll that body? Do you, come pop this molly?
+Do you and I'mma do me baby, just came home please drive me crazy
+I need a freak who gon' give it to me all day, let her have me and suck it in the hallway
+We both grown so it's time to play, ass up face down she ain't tryna wait
+Now I'm horny as ever, ready to clip, time ticking baby girl is you ready or what?
+She a freak in them sheets and a geek in school, no playing, no hands when she eat the dude
+Pretty face, small waist, she a main attraction, talk that talk plus her walk is nasty
+She ready all the time, she ain't faking the funk, and I respect her mind cause I know what she want
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Do The Most[Intro]
+Two red bones kissing in the back seat
+I like girls who like girls that attract me
+My side bitch in the club
+My main bitch at the bar
+I’m talking to some other girls
+Like I don’t even know who they are
+
+[Chorus]
+I say I, do the most
+I say I, do the most
+
+[Verse 1]
+This month, Imma own that bitch
+One stand by me and my A team
+My ghetto bitch keep fucking with my main line
+My ghetto bitch keep it realer than my main line
+I know they say I fucked a couple superstar
+Guess so, I’m bad like Miles
+Kinda hot, looking better than they ever did
+Doing me, taking care my relative
+And both my bitches in the club with me
+The one who act right
+That’s the who go with me
+On that liquor so I’m feeling the moment
+Outta jail, getting mailed
+And the bitches are lonely
+Congratulate on the pussy
+Motherfucker for sure
+Round my way they say I’m doing the most
+Big balls, soso, lifestyle heavy
+Me and my bad bitch
+Looking for a bedroom
+[Chorus]
+I say I, do the most
+I say I, do the most
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ain’t gonna lie
+I told her I was gonna treat her right
+But, blame it on the lifestyle
+Manny bad bitches, not to fight
+We be down last night
+In the suit, me and three freaks
+Popping spades in the hot tub bath
+Damn look down at the phone girl
+Who I left at the crib calling
+Nigga where you at
+She must know I miss some cash
+Her girl fucking my dude
+She the undercover rat
+I’m flying to the bed
+Blocking your number
+Go and get a cat
+Who rocking for hundred
+Fresh outta prison, I’m stunted
+I was too damn big, I got money
+Mamma said I look good, but I said I looked better
+No shirt,tucked out
+Why these nigga rock leather
+[Chorus]
+I say I, do the most
+I say I, do the most
+
+[Outro]
+Two red bones kissing in the back seat
+Two red bones kissing in the back seat
+Two red bones kissing in the back seat
+They bisexual, but it’s cool
+Two redbone, on the mall
+Two redbone, on the mall
+Two redbone, doing them all
+It's payday
+It’s payday nigga
+It’s payday nigga
+It’s payday nigga
+And I’m doing them allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thug Talk[INTRO: BOOSIE TALKING]
+I'd like to welcome everybody to Thug Talk
+A lot of people won't understand Thug Talk
+But they got millions of people who will understand Thug Talk
+If you don't understand, I want you to listen to song for song
+Song for song and by the end, you will understand
+Thug Talk
+So, feel me now nigga
+Feel me now
+
+[HOOK]
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you
+
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you
+
+[VERSE 1]
+At night we pray for better days
+Hope trouble go its separate ways
+Bad luck we accept it like we goin' thru a phase
+Tell Mama don't worry
+We gon' be straight, we say we got it
+Still she worry bout haters
+And our safety from the narcotics
+So when you leave she hit her knees
+And plead that God protect her son
+He say he straight
+But he really thuggin' and he accept it how it come
+Tell his sister be cool
+But her fear of losin' you is tragic
+You big brother, and she love ya
+But she ain't never had a Daddy
+You do thangs to make her happy
+But that make her sit and think
+She ask you when you gon' stop thuggin'
+But he look and say he can't
+Cause he got rank
+Poured tha Act up out tha pint
+Money everywhere
+His nephew stare
+And that's tha one you tellin' chill
+This real
+[HOOK]
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you
+
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you
+
+[VERSE 2]
+My hustle got me comin' thru
+My nephew wanna hustle too
+I tell him chill
+He tell me Boo, I'm hurtin' if I don't hustle too
+What I'm 'posed to do?
+Used to tell Big Mama everything gon' be aight
+'Could see tha look up in her eyes like it just might not be aight
+Thug Talk
+Like I'm gon' make it out this fuckin' neighborhood
+But wit' no change mane I'm stuck up in this fuckin' neighborhood
+Since Pampers I was lead by examples
+But it was different
+Only ones I looked up to was tha niggas who was really gettin' it
+Thug Talk
+Tell another thug Mama it's gon' be ok
+When her son sittin' up in that casket 3 feet away
+How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy put down tha guns
+When it's on my waist
+How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy life sweet
+Wit' this look on my face
+[HOOK]
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you
+
+We say Mama don't worry
+But we can't promise no worry
+We say sister be cool
+Even when it ain't cool
+Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don Dada[Intro: B Will]
+Don Dada, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+It was me and you
+Too deep in the 'lac
+We survived homicides and the verbal attacks
+I know, it hurts bad
+We got purple for that
+And it was more than one nigga in our circle got whacked
+Choppa hit him in the side, he lay perfectly flat
+Dirt on his cap, he be certained a nap
+We know he, died a rat, we can't hide a rat
+I survived the trap, bitch I survived the trap
+
+[Hook: B Will]
+Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+You're like your father, but harder
+Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+You're like your father, but harder
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Brother say "go and get a scholar"
+I told him do his thing man, I'm gonna get a yappa
+I two way fight, he two-way head, we riders
+More money more murder, Don Dadas and top shottas
+Drop toppers in the Summertime, red bottles we floss
+We cancel your ass just to cancel the toll
+They say my father used to whoop niggas
+I guess we different, 'cause I'd much rather cook niggas
+And gon' flip 'em, I was lost as a kid, but I did dream millions
+From a one-room shack, to fifty-feet ceilings
+Interrogated I'm on top of the charbroiled
+With Boss Man written under of my photo
+Wise guy too smooth, I play chess, nigga
+The system picked the wrong card out the deck niggas
+So I flip the ace, and I hold it to her face
+Card came home, got the wraith, boy
+I'm a
+[Hook: Lee Banks]
+Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+You're like your father, but harder
+Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+You're like your father, but harder
+
+[Verse 3: Lee Banks]
+Orchestrated the operation, ran like the Mafia
+Cheap talk never ever bothered us
+Fuck niggas watching us, the Feds prolly follow us
+In an altercation sonny go and load them choppas up, we popping up
+Popping up the rock-runner
+Still doing dirty work
+We will turn a nigga block into December 31st
+Body after body bag, crime scene another hearse
+Before you get away with disrespect you will get murdered first
+Momma said our baby boy should have been a lawyer
+Until she get that phone call, said I need a lawyer
+Convict at nineteen, it could have went farther
+But I'm a born criminal similar to my father
+Be a brave gangsta, real Don Dada
+Mobster, you choppa shotta, survivor
+Riding through the trenches with a choppa and a Bible
+My ambitions as a rider
+Banks, pussy
+
+[Outro: Boosie Badazz and B Will]
+Cynic and shit
+Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters?
+You're like your father, but harder
+Don Dada
+Don Dada type lifestyle, you already know how we livin', nigga
+I went in the hood the other day, OG told me that you just like your pops, nigga
+Like your father, but harder
+You's a Don Dada
+We riding front the play or nothin' nigga
+Bout to go get that jet money after this albumEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I RememberI Remember nigga
+Boosie Bad Azz
+I Remember nigga (2x)
+
+[Boosie Talking]
+Now I remember everything
+From them cold night on the block
+I remember the struggle
+I remember the shine
+I remember they faces when they saw me shine
+Nigga I remember everything
+
+[Verse 1 - Boosie]
+Outside with no shirt (I remember nigga)
+Talked loud in that church (I remember nigga)
+Nigga stole all my work (I remember nigga)
+Kirby took my lick in court (I remember nigga)
+
+Them plantation days, do you remember that
+The good times that we had in big digem lac
+Do you remember debra proch when it was hot and steaming
+Do you remember when we moved shop down there by leman
+Do you remember at the room hoes catching semen
+Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
+Yeah nigga I remember cross the tracks
+When calvan rich and kenny wayne had a gang of that crack
+Mane I remember all that when E-40 was jamming
+Everybody play B's and D's listening to that dayton family
+I remember daddy-O when he put me on syrup
+Remember Junior was 14 working with a quarter bird nigga
+[Hook - Boosie] 2x
+Them long night on the block (I remember nigga)
+Went from a little to a lot (I remember nigga)
+In this world with no dreams (I remember nigga)
+Gone off X and codine (I remember nigga)
+
+[Verse 2 - Boosie]
+When daddy left this world (I remember nigga)
+Tha nights I made them lil girls (I remember nigga)
+Grandpa preaching at church (I remember nigga)
+Grucen gave me my first work (I remember nigga)
+Me and big chris on the block (I remember nigga)
+Walk in the school with a knot (I remember nigga)
+Remember nobody ain't like us (I remember nigga)
+When I set it off with titus (I remember nigga)
+17 I was a donkey
+Killing my own people
+Serving my own uncles
+Gave life to trell (I remember nigga)
+When he touch down I caused hell (I remember nigga)
+My first fifty block of weed (I remember nigga)
+I wasn't nothing but 19 (I remember nigga)
+When I first met T and Mel (I remember nigga)
+When y'all got me out of jail (I remember nigga)
+Yeah (I remember nigga)
+[Hook - Boosie] 2x
+
+[Verse 3 - Boosie]
+First time I rode clean (I remember nigga)
+Got my heart broke at 14 (I remember nigga)
+Member the first nigga I robbed (I remember)
+I remember them tears cried
+I remember they killed "I"
+I remember them pills I used to pop
+That had a nigga Frenzy
+Same niggas I used to pop wit now they envy
+Cousins frenzy I'm on some flossed out shit
+I go to emmy when I wanna floss my wrist
+Member daddy used to hit momma when times was hard
+But it never showed on her boys cause her boys was spoiled
+Member my beamer, my maginum, and my 45
+Member my silver STS with the fresh ties
+My old school monte' carlo nigga, candy black
+Member my Ram Truck
+My old school cadillac
+Member my benz that was black but I wet it silver
+Remember my orange and black race car with them ??? nigga
+
+I remember everything
+I remember (3x)
+I Remember nigga
+[After the 4th time add]
+Like it was yesterday1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real NiggaWhere tha real niggas at?
+
+[HOOK]
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Talk to 'em
+Pimp C was a real nigga
+Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
+Let my dawg drink too much huh
+Might be gone, but he still wit' me
+Bun B my G, my OG
+RIP Big Pokey (Smoke sumin')
+If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
+Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
+This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
+I slept by him every night (We was G's man)
+Same dome, same hair comb nigga
+Shit, this a real nigga life
+Ima real nigga wit' stripes (I got stripes boy)
+They can not come off my body (Nah)
+Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
+Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
+Buck took me in, in '04
+Let me come sleep in his house
+Gave me the keys to tha door
+I say he real, I can vouch
+They don't come realer than Donkey (Not Donk)
+Got on tha stand for his blood (My homie)
+Rest in peace to my Big Mama nigga
+These niggas ain't realer than her
+[HOOK]
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Lil' Bleek was my lil' nigga
+Lil' Bleek was my real nigga
+I shared every meal wit' him
+You know I had to deal wit' him (Fuck that)
+Woodfox still in tha cell, ain't I
+Shit, he been in there 40 years
+Burl told him quit being a Black Panther
+But he say, he gon' die real
+Me & Zulu on tha tier (Free LuLu)
+He put me up under his wing
+Me & Babyface on tha yard (Throwin' combos)
+Boxing and chasin' his dream
+Check this out tho'
+Let me talk about my team
+Ruger, Rell, and Lee
+Kirby, Shaw, and G (G Black)
+Smoke, Duke, K, and Debo
+Miss my fuckin' migo
+He so real, my migo
+Ivy flippin' kilos, miss that boy Kilo
+My lawyer Jason Williams
+My lawyer Jason real
+He say Boosie we fightin' these bitches til' you home
+And we ain't takin no deals
+That's real
+[HOOK]
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Gang signs, bank time, bang bang bang
+This is for DeeDee and [?] (Ed Lover)
+This is for Moo and Lil' Bronson
+All tha real niggas in jail
+I miss my dawg Ankie Paul
+Free that nigga Flav out Park town
+Free Rico out Park town
+Big [Gator] tha one who made this song
+I play it so real, I play it by ear
+I don't know what you talkin' bout cowboy
+But J Prince is real
+This for my nigga, my nerve
+This for Lil' Webbie ya heard me
+Don't come to my state wit' that early
+Boy we will leave you on Bourbon
+RIP Slim out tha 3rd ward
+Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card
+ATL up in tha bricks
+All my real niggas out 4th ward
+Free Wayne Perry nigga
+Free Big Meech
+Free Larry Hoover
+Free Sneed nigga
+Free Boobie
+All tha real niggas who don't talk
+
+[HOOK]
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+Light one for a real nigga
+Smoke one for a real nigga
+Let's talk about real niggas
+Since we always talkin' bout hoes
+
+[OUTRO]
+Slim Thugga that's a real nigga
+Skrilla that's a real nigga
+My mother that's a real nigga
+
+I'm tha face card for all this real shit nigga
+Believe that
+Boosie Bad Azz
+2016 Happy New Year nigga
+But we need some mo' real niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Distant Lover[Intro]
+Lil' Boosie Badazz
+B.J. on the track, nigga, B, you the man for this one
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+Uh-huh, uh-huh
+Look
+
+[Chorus]
+Wish I could fuck her every day (uh-huh)
+Touch her in every way
+But she stay so many miles away (mm-mm)
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+
+[Verse One]
+I'm turnin' into Mr. Telephone Man, girl, you know I miss ya
+So many miles away and I can't kiss ya (But look here)
+But I remember everything, the concert, the room (the room)
+The shit you whispered in my ear when I had you
+Now my Jacksonville chick, she an indo shopper
+She like to smoke purple (yeah) and chill with her partners
+When I come in town, she cook for me
+Know she lookin good for me
+Momma white, daddy Black, so that ass super fat
+My uptown chick (chick), we still be flirting
+When I see her, she remind me of how I broke her virgin
+Think I still drive her crazy 'cause she still wanna date me
+Got a man and a baby, do ya thang, I ain't hatin'
+Now my Michigan chick, she was too damn fine (ooooh!)
+Her pussy stay wet, all the time
+One of the best to ever ride me, let me get a car and drive it
+Every time she see Lil Boosie she smilin'
+[Chorus]
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way (but look)
+But she stay so many miles away (mm-mm)
+She my  distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+
+[Verse Two]
+At night, I'm on that doja just thinkin' 'bout my distant lover
+Wishin' I could call her up and go fuck her (telling you!)
+But she stay so many miles away and it's hard (hard, mayne)
+And if I ain't got no shows, I can't even see my broad
+She know a nigga livin' large, so when we fuckin' (fuckin')
+Lil' mama give me everything, she ain't scared of nothin' (ah)
+She get on top and drop it like it's hot, I'm steady nuttin' (ah)
+My distant lover a lil sexy lil somethin', huh, bro, huh, bro
+Now my Tampa chick, she 'bout what she be talkin' 'bout
+Nasty girl, take it out her ass, put it in her mouth
+Knew she was a freak when she got in the backseat
+She said she wanted me
+And peep, we left her shakin' in the sheets
+Now my Georgia peach, ooh, we gon' thug til the end
+She don't give a fuck about no lady (nope!)
+Or none of my friends (mm-mm)
+And when she seen that man, she hug me
+Tell me, "Hi," that she wan' fuck me
+I had to show her how to suck me, nickname her "Coldblood"
+[Chorus]
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way (but look)
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+(Real shit, real shit)
+
+[Verse Three]
+Girl, I got feelings for you, mayne (I got feelings for you)
+I'm on some shit like middle school
+I'm tryna write ya letters
+Since I can't come home and tickle you
+I'll fuck, for what a lil' do (what's one time?)
+I need that pussy from you every night (every night)
+'cause I know it gon' be wet and right (oooh!)
+A candlelight dinner 'cause wit me, you a winner (yeah)
+If you wit me, you ridin' Davins, other spinners pretenders
+I got redbones in different states, every one got a pretty face
+Every one let me grip their waist, every one know I don't play
+My thugged out chick, I can't fuck her too often (uh-uh)
+She bring problems in my life and she do too much talkin'
+But I gotta give it to her, with that mouth she the sickest
+If you put work up in her hand, she gon' move it wit the quickest
+Now my California chick, she the type you don't need (uh-uh)
+She always trippin' on me when I smoke my weed
+I told her, "girl, if you don't like it, then you can get to hikin'"
+I wasn't trippin' when you told me you was dykin', she my
+[Bridge]
+Distant lover, nigga
+Wish I could fuck her every day
+But she stay so many miles away (wish I could fuck her)
+She my distant lover, nigga
+Wish I could fuck her every day
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, nigga
+Wish I could fuck her every day
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, nigga
+Wish I could fuck her every day
+But she stay so many miles away
+Distant lover
+
+[Chorus]
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way (but look)
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles away
+Wish I could fuck her every day (every day)
+Touch her in every way
+But she stay so many miles away
+She my distant lover, so many miles away
+Distant lover, so many miles awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Big Blue HundredsVerse 1: Boosie
+
+Keep them big blue hunnids on me
+So i keep money & guns on me
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me
+So i keep money & guns on me
+
+Went to the pawn shop, got another fishing rod
+What that mean nigga? got another body guard
+How you feel nigga? feel like niggas staring hard
+Boy i kill, you ain't fucking with no lil boy
+I got a band on top of band on top of band, thats a 50 pack
+Got this man up in my hand & its a 50 gat
+Gotta have it on me dawg cause im getting that
+Try to take it pussy & i promise you, you getting whacked
+Ain't in the way, get out my way when you doing dirt
+Im a boss but remember i was a shooter first
+Who purse? not my mama purse pussy boy
+Empty this bitch here & hit em with the other roid
+
+(chorus)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me
+So i keep money & guns on me
+(x2)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids
+Big b-blue hunnids
+Big blue hunnids on me
+(x2)
+Verse 2: Mista
+Came home to a hunnid bands & twin Glocks
+Driver said he heard three but it was ten shots
+Pussy nigga got my name in the wind now
+But im back, im with that bullshit again now
+D.A said im godfather, im like this hoe tripping
+Tired of using Bob Barker watching all my children
+Back strap with side armer, like who want it with me
+Had a ticket, cash that ticket, nigga go & get it
+On 24 hour lock down without no cell mate
+Playing chest all by myself, i got a stale mate
+Diving in that water, hope that you could sail straight
+40 grand but this 40 kept my fam safe
+
+(chorus)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me
+So i keep money & guns on me
+(x2)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids
+Big b-blue hunnids
+Big blue hunnids on me
+(x2)
+
+Verse 3: Boosie
+Check this out this a rat, this a stack
+Somebody made a rap bout hatch now he ain't back
+Pussy nigga wack
+You ain't taking nothing from me, i ain't pussy i ain't running
+If you check my rap sheet, you'll see that i ain't stunting
+Walking on yo pussy ass ain't nothing
+I ain't staright for I.G, pussy boy im push buttons
+I been gettin alot of cho-cho, ballin on the plane
+Thinking niggas names when im shooting at the rain
+All blues boy, a hunnid 20 in my pants
+Get outta line, a hunnid 20 on yo whole gang
+Its no eraser when i got yo whole name
+Cold cases, old friends, this a fucking cold game
+(chorus)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me
+So i keep money & guns on me
+(x2)
+Got a lot of big blue hunnids
+Big b-blue hunnids
+Big blue hunnids on me
+(x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Truth[Intro]
+I’m the truth
+Leader
+Boosie Badazz
+One and only
+Lot of motherfuckers can’t handle the truth
+I give it to them anyway
+
+[Hook]
+You can’t handle the truth
+(You’re all the way live with Boosie Badazz)
+You’re in the land of the truth
+(You know why the world love me, nigga? I keep it a hundred)
+What I’m saying is true
+
+[Verse 1]
+The system designed to keep us all up in prison (true)
+Section 8 don’t want the daddy living with the siblings (true)
+They don’t want to give us job, so everybody around here stealing (true)
+Probably ain’t listening ‘cause their children having children (true)
+You know the world we’re living in, man, is straight wicked
+They got a cure for AIDS and cancer but we can’t get it (true)
+Cops shoot us down ‘cause our skin, they’re some dirty bitches
+They shoot us down on camera, don’t even get convicted
+
+[Hook]
+(Talk to them Badazz, they don’t like that)
+You can’t handle the truth
+(You’re all the way live with that real nigga Boosie Badazz, nigga, we know where you at)
+You’re in the land of the truth
+(Boosie Badazz, Boosie Badazz nigga talking real shit)
+What I’m saying is true
+(I always keep it a hundred)
+But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth
+[Verse 2]
+They already know the amount of prisoners up in prison (true)
+Why the fuck you think they’re building all them private prisons (true)
+Every time you turn the TV, you see gays, man (true)
+Kids ain’t supposed to see this at this early age, man (true)
+Hoes winning, IG, that bitch turned up (true)
+But 9 times out of 10, we won’t wife her (true)
+Bloods telling on their blood, this shit new to me
+Niggas who fall don’t always come up ‘cause they’re always hollering used to be (that’s real shit)
+Half these rappers really pussy and ain’t making money
+If they came cross tha track, we’ll take it from them
+Niggas beefing with each other on the IG
+Hoes realer than these niggas if you ask me
+
+[Hook]
+(Sometimes, a bitch keep it more realer than your niggas)
+You can’t handle the truth
+(You’re all the way live with Boosie Badazz, nigga, where you at)
+You’re in the land of the truth
+(I got some real Boosie Badazz for you)
+Know what I’m saying is true
+(Pussy ass nigga)
+But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth
+
+[Verse 3]
+From my block to your block, it’s a hurricane
+Bitches left us all to die in the hurricane
+Sent me straight to death row with the murder game
+Turned my rap name Boosie to a murder name
+Yeah it’s true I got it on me, keep that 40 for ‘em
+Federal rats coming home, they’re throwing parties for ‘em
+Niggas don’t even stack their money, it’s a different hustle
+Niggas turning gangbangers ‘cause they like the colors
+[Hook]
+(It’s a different world out here, most gangbangers ain’t even gangbangers)
+You can’t handle the truth
+(Everybody hollering they’re real, but most fake)
+You’re in the land of the truth
+(Niggas stealing from their boys and shit)
+Know what I’m saying is true
+(Sisters fucking their sisters’ old man and shit)
+But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth
+
+[Outro]
+Boosie Badazz
+Every time you turn to me nigga, I’ma give you the truth
+That’s how I last so long
+I remain the truth
+I’ma speak the truth on it whether you like it or not
+I know most people, they can’t handle the truthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hip Hop Hooray[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+They lying in hip-hop
+They lying in hip-hop
+They lying in hip-hop
+They lying
+Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
+Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
+Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
+Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Nigga you ain't ever shot shit, bitch
+You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick
+You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a bitch
+On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch
+Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang
+You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang
+Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain
+Fairytaling ass nigga, scary ass nigga
+Don't give back to your city, they should jack your ass
+Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that
+Turn on the radio you hear the same thing
+Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame
+It seems rappers don't struggle no mo', love they mother nomo
+I just left a place where you niggas will get fucked up, so
+Love a fucking bank roll the pussy nigga easy
+We cut from a different cloth nigga, believe that
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
+Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
+Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
+Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
+I don't believe you, I don't believe you
+I don't believe you, you need more people
+I don't believe you, I don't believe you
+I don't believe you, you need more people
+
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
+Putting all these pussy ass niggas on the list
+Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
+Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that
+They call my phone all the time I probably call back
+Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back
+Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all niggas pussy cats
+I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back
+Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers
+Have these lil pussy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer
+I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen
+Do what you want but you won't fuck with the savage, tell 'em
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens
+Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans
+You niggas different from Badazz ENT
+Cause we never rap beef, we just put niggas to sleep
+I got a face that make these niggas ain't me
+They ain't real like I'm real cause these niggas ain't street
+The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep
+And other artists follow that shit, but not me
+I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring
+These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane
+I got that Geto boy, NWA shit
+You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+[Verse 4: Webbie]
+Yeah we see y'all niggas, we don't believe y'all niggas
+We don't fuck with y'all niggas, we will bleed y'all niggas
+On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all bastards
+We'll leave y'all pussy asses straight for the pastor bitch, preach
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
+They lying in hip-hop, they lying
+They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
+They lying in hip-hop, they lying8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Different Cloth[Intro]
+Cut, cut, cut, what they talking about?
+
+[Chorus]
+Cut cut cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+You can't order it, you just gotta be part of it (different breed nigga)
+Cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+Where we take it to the grave we don't talk
+Lot of people living they won't understand the baggage
+Probably because we cut from different fucking fabric
+
+[Verse 1]
+He did what? He post the lady he think nasty
+And we don't leak these hoes nudes, we jack off to they shit
+Too much of liquor too many pistols that's off in this bitch
+In the back room bucking and jumping but never talk in this bitch
+Never walking around like "Who want to go to war 'round this bitch?"
+Because war it slow your money up I'm trying to get your money up
+Take care of them kids in the hood motivate all the real
+Always do for the old folks, this the man right here
+I got the streets and I ain't sharing till the let B.G. go
+I been a different type of lil one since my day with C-Loc
+
+[Chorus]
+Bitch I'm cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+You can't order it, you just got to be part of it (Different breed nigga)
+Cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+Where we take it to the grave we don't talk (Different breed nigga)
+[Verse 2]
+My son ain't scared of nothing when he was born I was gone
+In Baton Rouge all alone named him Michael Corleone (Boss)
+I raised him head up right is right wrong is wrong
+Look a man in his eye and bitch stop dancing to that song (Boy)
+I raised his brother around me back then it was on
+Now Ray-Ray watch his friends cause he know what went down
+His older brother Tootie he been hanging since the block
+Four deep, back seat on top his uncle in the drop
+"We don't fuck with police son they ain't your friend"
+That's what my daddy told me, "Son, they ain't your friend"
+This the way I raise my children, you ain't going to be no pussy
+And you ain't going to be no hoes
+And y'all might have me up the road
+Falling for women why half these niggas up the road
+Just keep it 100 in, know plenty who ain't 100
+On Instagram stunting but ain't about spending on nothing
+My son 14 I ain't got to go get him shit
+He be like, "Pops, ol' girl sucked my dick" (Oh you fucking now nigga)
+
+[Chorus]
+Cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+You can't order it, you just got to be part of it (Different breed nigga)
+Cut from a cloth that don't even come out
+Where we take it to the grave we don't talk (Different breed nigga)
+[Verse 3]
+Nigga swung on me and Mugzi and tried to hit us
+Dog you got that see you seen they caught us slipping
+We ain't go down town pointing at a nigga talking about who did it
+We ASAP'd our business like some niggas out that city
+This that seven ward meal nigga we going to get that meal nigga
+Uptown wild, Telly Hankton, shake that L
+I'm going to get diamond J because I know he'll do an L with you
+My nigga D
+
+[Outro]
+Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out nigga)
+Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out no more)
+Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out no more)
+Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out nigga)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Young Niggas[Verse 1 – Boosie Badazz]
+I’m a young nigga with a Wayne P flow
+I’m a young nigga who can slang that dope
+I come from bandos and bricks where niggas talk murder
+OGs with clips who really bout murder
+Glock 4 on my hip, my nigga you’on’t want it
+Make me hop on that i6, and call donkey
+IZIZ we talk Chinese, you can’t get the picture
+Guess why my mama love my friends, they all my killers
+If you ain’t know, ask about me, I’m getting money nigga
+6 shows, 6 hundred I’m getting money nigga
+Riding round in that Rolls Royce, alligator on the back seat
+Heckler up in my lap bitch, Nina walk in my trap bitch
+
+[Hook – Boose & Glizzy][x2]
+I’m a young nigga, getting paid
+All we do is get paid
+I’m a young, with AK, AK
+All we do is bust K
+
+[Verse 2 – Shy Glizzy]
+Who that young nigga that been running round with Boosie?
+Glizzy Badazz with that motherfucking uzi
+All my young niggas, they be running round with toolies
+Wild 90s baby, rock Versace shades and Coogi
+GG head hancho, I’m the motherfucking sergeant
+A nigga played with Glizzy, turned his ass into a target
+I’m just living lucky, niggas mad cause they can’t stop it
+They almost took my life, I still got blood stains on my boxers
+Straight from train 7, young nigga with attitude
+And real niggas respect me from DC to Baton Rouge
+Bitch look at my bankroll, bet you see a lot of blues
+Not scared to bang that tool, might catch me on breaking news, bitch
+[Hook][x2]
+
+[Verse 3 – Boosie Badazz]
+Sticks and stones may break my bones, but choppers’ll hurt me
+If you believe in karma then tomorrow they might murk me
+Where the fuck was you when I was hungry nigga? Thirsty
+Looking for a helping hand, miss my nigga Ivy, man, lord
+Let me out so I can press record, lord
+I'll puns these little boys
+Mind of a maniac, we busting guns
+Rah, rah rah rah rah, get that stretcher for him
+We them [?] niggas, we B I G
+I’m the nigga in the club all the little niggas tryna be
+Fuck with my clique, you got a problem
+One thing we got in common, we all got a body, bang
+
+[Hook][x2]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Burden on My Heart[Intro]
+Prolly the realist shit I wrote
+How I really feel
+Right there
+
+[Verse 1]
+At the funeral lookin' at Ivy sleep (Look at my nigga)
+Wishin' he would wake right up and talk to me (Wake up, nigga, fuck)
+Me and you together brought you jealousy (Jealousy)
+Tears up in my eyes feel like you died for me (Died for me)
+I came home, Mooky hugged me and she cried to me (Cried to me)
+She said, "Don't let 'em kill you like they did Bleek"
+If it wasn't for me, he prolly never be deep in these streets
+I hold that in my heart as a memory
+Clutchin' 40s, shootin' up parties full of Hennessy
+From the heart Titus, I'm sorry for penitentiary (Sorry, nigga)
+You in there 'cause of me
+They killed Lil Dee
+Cross the tracks stepper
+We shoulda been with him
+Knew them niggas wasn't really his homeboys
+I shoulda said somethin'
+Shit'll make ya relapse
+I shoulda told Tunechi sit his ass down
+I shoulda put my dawg in rehab
+Had a baby on my girl and had another one
+I broke ya heart when I told you 'bout the other one
+[Chorus]
+Burden on my heart
+(I got a burden on my heart)
+Cross on my back
+(Save me, sins coming back)
+Tears in my eyes
+(Tears flooded in my eyes)
+Journal is black (One love)
+I got a burden on my heart
+('Lotta pain in my heart)
+Cross on my back
+(Say my sins coming back)
+Blood on my hands
+(Enemies feeling reign)
+Journal is black (Shh)
+
+[Verse 2]
+D.A want revenge 'cause he done lost
+He want my friends 'cause he done lost
+Look like I done made a hard way for my friends because I'm out
+Child Support (Child Support)
+I gotta take the pussy route
+Hate payin' that shit
+'Cause I do like I pushed 'em out
+I'm at the funeral (At the funeral)
+My momma speaking like a G
+Now I'm thinkin' 'bout it (Thinkin' 'bout it)
+When she'll be speaking over me?
+They say the church cried (Cried)
+When she was speaking over Bleek
+Yesterday I just cried (Deep), that's a burden underneath
+I sent you flowers, nigga, rest in peace
+Thinkin' 'bout yo' killa cowards in every deadly dream (Yah, yah)
+Don't like ridin' down that street
+Sherwood Forest neither (You know why)
+All I see is Ivy hangin' out the beamer (My nigga dead)
+Some people made me hurt alotta people
+I lost a bitch who was a silent keeper
+I pressed the red and I didn't wanna receive it
+Now I'm missing my lil' sista Teaka, damn
+[Chorus]
+Burden on my heart
+(I got a burden on my heart)
+Cross on my back
+(Save me, sins coming back)
+Tears in my eyes
+(Tears flooded in my eyes)
+Journal is black (One love)
+I got a burden on my heart
+('Lotta pain in my heart)
+Cross on my back
+(Say my sins coming back)
+Blood on my hands
+(Enemies feeling reign)
+Journal is black (Shh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Rain (In My Feelings 2016)[Intro]
+In my feelings
+
+[Verse 1]
+Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man
+Always losing my people, man, deceitful, man
+Take your boys back to beefing man
+And that's when you tried to leave the game
+Close friends in the grave, I seen the stinking rain
+Sticking needles in my body, diabetes, man
+The struggle of a young hustler, I could teach it, man
+Cancer in and out my body, I can breathe again
+I seen chains so tight on my wrist, they bled on me
+Brought OG in my circle for him to tell on me (damn, Po)
+They say my best friend murder bought the feds on me
+‘Cause he was getting them for the low, now he dead on me
+Rest in peace lil ivy
+The rain, man
+
+[Hook]
+And the rain comes down so hard
+In my life
+Why god, the rain comes down so hard
+
+[Verse 2]
+Tried to leave the state, stay away from drama
+Still on parole, fake cases from your baby momma
+Lost Trell mama, that was my right hand
+Lost my aunty Keisha, I need a momma-san
+Praying, why my family, we in the rain again
+Doodie ain’t finish his 10, G Money back again
+Maybe it’s ‘cause our sins, but we was raised to win
+Bronson won’t do that whole 10, I been getting it in
+Been crossed by niggas, that hurt my heart like kidney stones
+I got some henchmen gone (rest in peace, Ghost), half my kidney gone
+(You ain’t know, nigga?)
+(You ain’t know, nigga?)
+[Hook]
+And the rain comes down so hard
+Oh my god
+Why my rain comes down so hard (all the time in my life)
+My god
+You know my rain comes down so hard
+
+[Verse 3]
+The rain come hard as a motherfucker, don’t it?
+He saved our life, God a motherfucker, huh Donkey?
+Deedee sister Buckey, she called me lil brother
+Six-year-old shot by cops, ripped him up with cutters
+This my state and guess what, he wasn't my skin color (he was white)
+Looked like going to that place fucked up my friend’s hustle (she was right)
+Seeing envy hit my clique, I had to sit and suffer
+And still be threatened to go to court by my kid’s mother (you hoes tripping)
+This the real struggle, on death row, I slept in water puddles
+Heat so bad, it would scorch a brother
+Front page of the news page, Angola, where the thugs go
+King of all this rap shit, but I can’t get no cover though
+But that won’t stop my hustle though
+
+[Outro]
+In my feelings, nigga
+We in the yo live nigga
+You hear the jewelries, you hear the chains on me
+But it’s the real live motherfucking session, you in here with me right now
+Shit, fresh off the bed, nigga, fresh out the hospital
+I dont stop nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bad Guy[Intro]
+Leave me alone, I ain't 'bout no trouble
+But I could be
+I'm just tryna get my cash again
+They gon' make me turn into the bad guy again
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm the type of nigga to give you a job if you say hi
+But I'm not the type that's gon' let you slide if you rob me
+At Six Flags on a roller coaster probably
+Always shakin' a bacon at [?]
+I don't bother nobody for real
+I don't want me a robbery, I don't want me a body
+I just beat about it, MJ and RayRay need their papi
+Murder this shit, get sloppy
+I'd rather be in Vegas droppin' this shit on the table
+Winnin' big, picture in the waiter
+Leave me alone, I just want happiness and family time
+But I ain't no pussy, I'mma let you know, I'mma handle mine
+Hope you don't call my call and dial cause I'mma answer, man
+Shoot this 40 straight through your heart, I be your Valentine
+
+[Hook]
+Please, please just leave me alone
+Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be
+Niggas be talkin' like they gangsta
+But if I bring it to 'em party just gon' tell on me so
+Please, please just leave me alone
+Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be
+I'm just tryna get my cash again
+But they gon' make me turn in to the bad guy again
+[Verse 2]
+I never started niggas, I never bothered niggas
+I never talked at all, it was nothin', I slaugther niggas
+Got a goddess, nigga, ain't got the time to be goin' to war with you
+Cause if you don't know I know what a real street walker do
+Niggas clap for you, all day 'bout to lunch for you
+Never knew faces, always these same cases who down with you
+I'm tryna put a million dollars, not tryna hunt for you
+I'll spray you down, you goin' downtown and run your [?]
+You want beef behind a bitch, watch what she do to you
+Send you where the sun don't come out, signature nigga, Boosie crew
+I just wanna feed my fam, act a ass on Instagram
+Readin' everyday that I was in the pen, missin', man
+
+[Hook]
+Please, please just leave me alone
+Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be
+Niggas be talkin' like they gangsta
+But if I bring it to 'em party just gon' tell on me so
+Please, please just leave me alone
+Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be
+I'm just tryna get my cash again
+But they gon' make me turn in to the bad guy againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Window of My Eyes[Verse 1]
+Last night I heard the rain on my windowpane
+All I could think about was all the time my mama Connie begged me to change
+But I ain't listen, and no this ain't living
+Tryna kiss your kids through a fucking glass window, no contact
+Feedin' me through the tray hatch, even took the telephone
+Tryna holla at my kids, baby mama never home
+Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
+Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, cruel shit
+Same with the news shit, paint a bad picture of me
+With that picture in my head, was scared, I was go never touch
+Living like the rest of us, Angola lifers
+Working in the field, man over ya with a rifle
+Letters get shorter, face get greyer
+People ain't got no paper, we might die in this bitch
+This ain't living, I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy
+Feel like the whole world envy me
+Know I'm talking 'bout
+Co-defendant flipped on me, glad he done flipped back
+Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that
+Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like "God damn"
+They tryna stop a nigga shine, I think it's time I
+(I think it's time I)
+
+[Hook]
+Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+[Verse 2]
+I sit in the dark, it's so quiet I hear my heart beating
+Two times faster than it did 'fore I was captured
+I'm dreaming that I was free, I wake up like "God damn"
+Sometimes I stare in the mirror and don't know who I am
+I feel like Job in the Bible, why is what I scream
+My eyes don't even clear with drops of Visine
+I'm mad for being Boosie, so sad my eyes hurt
+Only way the sun shine, I get out the rain first
+On the phone, son crying, and I wanna wipe his tears
+Change his diapers, clean his ears, now you deep off in my eyes
+I try to let it go but I got hatred up inside
+Shit moving in slow mo' like the Matrix in my eyes
+No sleep, no rest so I'm feeling like I ain't blessed
+It's true I got more than most but I'm caged up like the rest
+The devil's tryna defeat me, my closest friends deceive me
+Question marks behind my freedom it got me barely eatin'
+I wake up feeling delusional, thoughts surface my brain
+Visualizing my kids, them thoughts turn into pain
+My passion ain't what it was, my faith medium-rare
+People I thought loved me it seems like they don't care
+I'm stressing, biting my nails in my cell in pain
+Me and the thunderstorms in my eyes can't see the rain
+I'm calling out to the man, impatient I gotta wait
+I know he come when he want but I need him to come today
+No one to kiss me and hug me and tell me it gon' be okay
+Plus the sickness that's attacking my kidneys like everyday
+I think it's time (I think it's time I)
+[Hook]
+Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
+I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+You Don’t Know Me Like That[BRIDGE]
+Nobody wanna see me smile
+They only wanna see me down
+Nobody wanna see me smile
+They only wanna see me down
+Oh lawd
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Nobody know tha son I got (Lil Tootie)
+Nobody know tha bond we got
+Shit nobody know tha mom I got
+Not too many know I smile a lot
+And cry a lot
+I have no problem wit’ gays
+I have no problem wit’ Jay
+I do have problems wit’ people who twist the words that I say
+My city blame me for people who I never beefed wit’ at all
+They watch my crew like we gon’ steal
+When we up in tha mall
+You say you know me
+But do you know
+I’ll ride for my dawg
+I’ll spend my last dime
+To put a smile on my dawg
+You say I’m mean
+That’s just a look I got
+That make you suspicious
+You judgin’ like bitches
+I’m in love wit’ my riches
+Now bitches
+If you say I lied bout havin’ cancer up in my kidney
+[HOOK]
+You don’t know me like that
+I judge a hustla how he hustle
+I judge a lover how she love ya
+You judge a book by its cover
+Pussy boy
+You don’t know me like that
+I got no problem wit’ gays
+I got no problem wit’ Jay
+You twist the words that I say
+Gutta bitch
+You don’t know me like that
+
+[VERSE 2]
+So stop tha talkin’
+You couldn’t walk in these shoes
+That I’m walkin’
+And that’s a fact
+You wonder why you don’t see me too often
+It’s cuz of that
+Never gave me no love
+But expect for me to give it back
+Just cuz that boy ain’t no thug
+Don’t mean that boy gon’ turn rat
+Most time tha nigga who slugged up
+Take down tha whole pack
+Trayvon Martin had on black and a hoodie
+White bitch thought he was a man of war
+But in his hand
+He had a juice, and a candy bar
+Yeah they take it far
+I guess wit’ no jewelry on
+I look like tha type to take a car
+I let my hair grow wild and crazy
+I guess I’m tha type to rape a broad
+Judgin’ tha struggle I got
+Thinkin’ I like a certain type of women
+Cuz the baby mother’s I got
+But
+[HOOK]
+You don’t know me like that
+I judge a hustla how he hustle
+I judge a lover how she love ya
+You judge a book by its cover
+Pussy boy
+You don’t know me like that
+I got no problem wit’ gays
+I got no problem wit’ Jay
+You twist the words that I say
+Gutta bitch
+You don’t know me like that
+
+[BRIDGE]
+Nobody wanna see me smile
+They only wanna see me down
+Nobody wanna see me smile
+They only wanna see me down
+Oh lawd
+
+[OUTRO]
+You wanna be me
+You couldn’t imagine
+So many muthafuckas lyin’
+You wanna be me
+You couldn’t imagine
+So many muthafuckas judgin’
+It’s ugly
+When people talk
+But they don’t know you like thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Crayola[Hook: (2x)]
+Crayola, crayola
+I ride different colors every day
+I ain't playin' wit deez niggas, stuntin' like baby
+Niggas in the hood hollin' Boosie gon crazy
+
+[Verse 1:]
+(you might see me in a)
+White challenger, white rims, white hat
+Black challenger, black rims, black gat (TRY ME)
+Blue challenger, blue rims, blue weed
+Orange challenger, that dukes of hazard up in me
+Lexus coupe, drop top so you can see
+Painted candy red, bowlegged like candy red
+On Sunday I be stuntin', I hop up in my Bentley
+Thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me
+Green charger, drop top, call it master splinter
+Glocks cocked, wildin' out hangin' out the window
+On Wednesdays I be chillin' but be swerv-IN
+Smokin' purple in my 0-8 suburb-AN
+Too many cars, ain't no room in my yard
+I go low key and I can jump up in my bitch jaguar (I'm BAllIN!)
+Feds follow me round, they nosy tryn'a see
+But every car got tint, how you gon' know its me?
+
+[Repeat Hook: (2x)]
+[Verse 2:]
+I got the lime green drop top
+Can't ride it if it's too cold, can't ride it if it's too hot
+That thang'll make you pop
+Flat screens in our trunk we got our own movies
+So you ain't gotta go to the theater, just call Boosie
+And that yellow yellow on my shit
+Match wit my yellow watch, girls on my dick
+People don't understand how I floss like this
+People like is that a cable cord round your wrist?
+You know we ball on the week-END
+A line of cars, bad broads tryn'a jump IN
+Same color as my whip, I'm real fly
+Yellow, yellow, green, green, my self esteem high
+When it be rainin' man I jump in my old school
+When its a game its like a train when we roll thru
+Ya feel me man?
+Big stacks on deck, get out the big dawg's way
+I'm like, what I'm gon' drive today?
+Crayola crayola
+
+[Repeat Hook: (2x)]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now all through the week
+I be in the street (THUGGIN)
+Looking real flashy and my whip real nasty
+Leave church on Sunday, jump up in my Bentley
+Thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me
+Now Monday I'm back stuntin', I jumped up in my Charger
+The red one, the wet one, had them hoes like *hoooo* (BOOSIE)
+Navigation on my whip, I can't go wrong
+Candy red on that bitch, on the mirror chrome
+Night time, the right time, I be swervin'
+Smokin' purple in my 0-7 suburb-AN
+Monte Carlo all black, this Crayola shit is real talk
+And when I floss I let them birds out
+Gave my momma my Corvette, that silver thang
+A nice house flossed out, with some diamond rings
+People in the hood like "Boosie you ignorant"
+But daughter, like daddy, you sick with this
+Crayola
+[Repeat Hook: (2x)]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Do It Again[Boosie:]
+Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout, if you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make a nigga wonder sometime fa real (ohhh oooohh do it againnnn, do it againnn)
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Now if I ain't have shit would she still love, a nigga hair all nappy underarms musty, if I wasn't boosie bad ass would she still fuck me, tell the truth would me n you ever had an discussion, would you do it again, get away from all your friends, would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her long night on the corner all the nights I jumped on her, chill mama but mama just a little girl, I'm 17 she 15 we having a little girl, she keep it guttah gotta give her dat, she say she tired but if she tired tell me why she ain't leave yet, never had a job over a week I really spoiled her when we go eat she beyonce and I'm sean carter, if I worked at burger king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me
+
+[Chorus:]
+If I could'nt give you the finer thangs, the money, the whips and the diamond rings
+Would you do it again
+I wanna know, I wanna know
+Would you do it again
+I wanna know I wanna know
+And if I didn't have my baller status
+And if you wasn't asked with the 7 carats
+Would you do it again
+I wanna know I wanna know
+
+Would you do it again
+I wanna know I wanna know
+
+[Verse 2:]
+If she brought me home to her mama, she disagree with her decision, would you wild out if she threatened to put her child out, would she still go get them birds for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g's on a pinky ring, if I wasn't boosie boo would she ride for me, would she had layed down took that pain and have that child for me, she kept it real from the start she ease my brain, was it the chain, was it the game, was it the name, she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin, I had my homework she had her homework, she went from drawers to thong work I'm a fool with it, if I worked at mickey d's and hooked you up with a #3 would you be nice and give your number to me
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy if I ain't have nothing would you still be by my side, if I ain't have this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad hoes girl would you still be my hoe, no fendi no prada no gucci can't buy that would you still lay under me at night time in the projects, no diamond chains from emmit a honda no bentley, would you still go low if I ain't have this image no sean john cologne no deodorant my odor strong, would I fuck these red bones if I ain't have my bread long, rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck me, no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me, just rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck'd me no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Not My Nigga[Intro]
+Bleek mode... Bleek mode... Bleek mode...
+Shit...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I remembered I called home and Nita Crying
+She told me that my dawg gone I'm like bae you lying
+Cold part it's the birthday of my nigga Ivy'
+They stole my heart but now plenty 'bout to die (whoo lord)
+I Dropped the phone sit on my bed scratch my head
+Wishing he could rise back from the dead
+Not my nigga mayne, they... got my nigga mayne, I...
+Think of [?]... Wonder how Myrie crying...
+I can't be by her side... Now that's my childie Myrie
+And when I'm balling shinin' (I'm shining)
+I can feel him smiling
+Drinking out the bottle (woooh!)
+I'm gonna miss you wildin' (woooh!)
+I'm wigging for my nigga
+We was like Jorda and Pippen
+Look at the boy's wrists I miss my boy dilly
+Me and my boy fucked some bad bitches
+I fuck her bitch he fuck her friend friend, yeah
+We even had sisters...
+I missed you last Christmas
+Your momma last Christmas
+Needed you there with me (I Had)
+Cancer in my kidney
+[Hook]
+No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo...
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne
+No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo...
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne
+
+[Verse 2]
+I miss my nigga mayne
+We was off the chain
+Sometimes I feel blame
+Cuz I showed him cocaine
+We was o'dog and n 'cain
+We like Tony - Manny
+But my nigga can fuck my sister tho
+This Tony won't shoot Manny (I promise)
+He ain't blood but family
+We like Duke and Tay Tay
+Who mayne I miss my nigga (I Miss Bleek)
+That I mean I miss my AK...
+They Hit 'em with the AK
+Now they hollering mayday
+The hurricane has started
+These some strong waters
+Me and you in them chargers
+Retarded clutching 40's
+Riding till 6 in the morning
+We like D in Donkey
+I miss my lil homie
+RIP to Ivy, nigga fuck that
+Bleek up there with the big homie
+I know how pain be...
+I know how Bun B feeling loosing Pimp C
+Ever since the day I lost Bleek
+It's hundrerd round for Bleek
+Last night I woke up couldn't sleep
+Tears falling from my cheek
+Had a nigga like...
+[Hook]
+No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo...
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne
+No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo...
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne
+
+[Outro]
+If you lost your nigga put em up
+Let me see your hand
+Let me see your hand
+Let me see your hand
+If you miss your nigga put em up
+Let me see your hand
+Let me see your hand
+Let me see your hand
+How you feel when you get full of them tree's
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigg...
+When you think about way back in the Jeep
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Swing wide, swing wide
+It's replay for my nigga mayne
+Know why nigga?
+Cuz I want a replay for my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayne
+Not my nigga mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+TrueBoosie Bad Azz
+
+True story
+True story
+
+Everybody got somebody they'll always love
+No matter who they wit'
+They'll always love that special somebody
+True story
+True story
+
+[HOOK]
+This is a story about this girl I fell in love with
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I met
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit'
+This is a story about this girl that I could never forget
+Never forget her
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Never gon' forget tha day
+First time I saw ya
+Know some girls play hard to get
+But shit she played harder
+Had a smile that made me weak
+Had 2 solids just like me
+She was only 15, body like she 23
+Was it love at first sight?
+It sholl felt like it that to me
+First time we sexed, Boosie was speechless
+All I could say is OMG
+The love only increased as she pushed out my oldest child
+(Ivy)
+Tears and smiles
+That's why I could never forget her
+Played on her, made other babies on her
+In tha projects, me and you
+Eggs and rice every morning
+All night on tha corner sellin' D
+Tryna buy something sweet for you
+Then we elevated to a big ol' mansion
+Ain't that some shit
+Boosie tat all over her bodyframe
+Ain't that my bitch
+Gon' always love her
+Sat in prison, and I was missin' her
+Lookin' at her photos in my cell, a sad prisoner
+Even though she broke the code
+Ratted, and hurt my soul (damn)
+Ima always have love for Walnita
+Lord knows
+Look
+[HOOK]
+This is a story about this girl I fell in love with
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I met
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit'
+This is a story about this girl that I could never forget
+Never forget her
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Now this next girl (True story)
+She fucked up my whole world
+Called me by my first name (Torrance)
+Different from other girls
+We both grew up around gangsta shit
+So instantly we clicked
+Fell hard for each other, so she was instantly my bitch
+But she was slick, she was a cheater
+But I looked over so much
+Never could turn my back, like I was 'pose do her
+We switched schools
+I switched girls, she switched dudes
+It was crazy
+But when we see each other, she was back my ol' lady
+And everybody knew about Boosie and Black
+(Boosie mess wit Nicole)
+Remember I cried to ya Mama, Ms. Debra
+Tellin' her to tell you to come back
+Couple years past, we moved in
+I had 3, ain't want another so I'm like no
+Now we ruined (Won't be the same)
+The love we shared
+I must admit, it was all that
+Ain't shit changed cuz when I see you, It come all back
+You still my dawg Black
+You got a fam, I got a fam
+Gon' always love ya
+But fuck it, I'm just gon' fall back
+[HOOK]
+This is a story about this girl I fell in love with
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I met
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit'
+This is a story about this girl that I could never forget
+Never forget her
+
+[HOOK 2]
+Once you got a past with somebody like that
+It's hard to forget them (Ya'll been through so much)
+No matter, it don't matter who you wit'
+You gon' always love them (Don't even matter you love 'em)
+True love it don't never never end
+Even if you try to hold back (It don't end)
+Forever in love wit' you girl, and I want you to know that
+True story, true story
+
+[HOOK]
+This is a story about this girl I fell in love with
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I met
+True story, true story
+This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit'
+This is a story about this girl that I could never forget
+Never forget herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Hope You Make It[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+I'ma send this out, to all the niggas doin 30-40 years, life sentences, fightin' life sentences and shit
+Send this out to that woman with HIV, tryna make it, you know, for that nigga, shootin' that ball tryna go to the league you know, hope you make it
+
+[Verse 1]
+For my black sister who have it hard, tryna find rides for her kids right now
+Her baby daddy on a bid right now
+I hope your days are filled with laughter, no tears after
+I pray your man done learned some sense, all them years captured
+Jump out the gym, this lil nigga, he touched the shot clock
+But his friends thugs, will his thugs, be his shot block
+He cooked a rock pot, I hope your friends solid and still
+I pray forgiveness for all the real niggas, if you listenin'
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton]
+I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, say thug I woke up early to pray for you, God's got a plan for you
+I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can don't stop, babygirl, I woke up early cuz i'm prayin' for you
+
+[Verse 2]
+Babygirl, I hope you make it, through that pregnancy, through that car wreck, that fucked up your face, your feet, changed your life, made your nigga leave
+Single momma I hope you make it through this drama and what this world got comin'
+Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
+He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers, he'll get out and get to the biz, he need a lawyer though
+She just 16, she got two kids, momma don't wanna watch her kids
+You tell her you love her, you got her, she need a father
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton]
+I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, say thug I woke up early, God's got a plan for you
+I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can yours mine, it ain't over thug, God got a plan for you
+
+[Verse 3]
+Do your time, I pray your time get easy, after three or four years
+I pray your trigger get easy, after three or four kids
+I pray for that playground, no violence
+Pray for that playground, your patnas
+Pray they don't lay down your patnas
+It ain't safe in your projects
+I pray they cut my taxes down
+Don't bring a rat around
+I pray for freedom for all the real niggas
+B.G. gone walk it out
+I pray the rats stop talkin' now
+Pray he don't leave it at the house
+Murder one, his nigga lost, he sniffin soft now
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton]
+I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, I been thinkin all night, I said a prayer for you, God got a plan for you
+I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can don't stop, no need to have an ol lady if she ain't gon grind with you, I hope ya'll make it
+I hope everybody see better days, no hate in me
+I hope you make it, ooh through the hard times, know a nigga love ya, know we prayin for ya, hope you make it, hope you make it make it yea, hope you really make it, hope you really make it
+I hope you make itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How She Got Her NameThat's how she got her name
+That's how she got her name
+
+[Verse 1]
+She was a church girl, parents gave her everything
+Had the best education but weak for conversation
+She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
+Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious
+And the L word made the church girl turn lame
+Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained
+Dude trip she move on now her sex sheet now river long
+Nose still to the sky like she on, pussy wet she smell creed on Bond number 9
+Ocean pussy, she was bad now the bitch ain't even fine
+Look in her iPhone, every baller in the city
+Now she sexually transmitted, don't know who even did it
+Now she pointing fingers, need to reverse that finger
+Got her daddy feeling bad like he a worthless preacher
+People look and shake their heads, their conversation is her upbringing
+That's how she got the name Quick Fuck Tina
+
+[Chorus]
+People use to love her, but she don't know
+And she don't know
+That's how she got her name
+That's how she got her name
+People use to love her, but she don't know
+And she don't know
+That's how she got her name
+That's how she got her name
+[Verse 2]
+Let me tell you about Dirty Diana, she really come up with nothing
+Uncle use to touch on her he was really a monster
+And it affected her, gang banged niggas they respected her
+The reason they respected her; she loved setting niggas up
+Cut throat from her own granny, taking cash
+A nigga break up with her, she send niggas to his stash
+She was envious, fuck her best friend boyfriend
+Tell her leave her boyfriend then she fuck her best friend
+Had a face full of sympathy but heart cold-blooded
+Stayed fresh all the time but her little girl had nothing
+She would con people, everybody not some people
+Steal your birth date, your social and have you wanted by the folk
+Got worst when she turned to cocaine for a high
+She was a no brainier, loose cannon and all that
+Set a young nigga up for like two hunnid stacks
+He came back, Rest in Peace Dirty Diana
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now Katie the Chaser, mama was a gold-digger
+She looked up to her so she took the same road with her
+Mama use to tell her if he ain't on don't talk
+Showed her how to put on M.A.C, even showed her how to walk
+Katie was real pretty nice ass, nice titties
+15 had a nigga, 25 really gettin' it
+He went to prison, she moved on, it was an never ending cycle
+On to the next baller, her last she don't even write him
+Go to rap concerts just to get backstage
+Know it's a high percentage, they see her she getting saved
+Gold chain, gold earrings, kept her a Benz
+Played big head Tony when she really got in
+Tony fell, she went to gold mouth L
+He been around, let her run his ho shop a lil bit shit he put her down
+Years later saw Katie and her weight decreased
+Gold mouth dun gave her HIV, Katie the Chaser
+
+[Chorus]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chasin’ My DreamsWhen I was small
+My mama told me (my mama told me)
+Whatever you want to be (whatever you wanna be)
+You can do it (you can do it boosie)
+Aiight
+I said aiight mama
+I'mma do it
+
+[Verse 1]
+I send this out to everybody wit dreams
+Who trynna chase they dreams by any means
+You might wanna be a lawyer a doctor
+Whatever
+Do whatever you want
+You can do it if you put yo mind to it
+Talkin' rap stars trap stars
+If you work hard
+You can be the best at what you doing
+That's a fact boy
+I know you from the hood
+Shit don't look good
+But that don't mean you can't make it out
+Be in a nice house
+Keep ya head up
+Never say you can't
+Love yourself if you feel nobody loves you
+You can be bigger then jigga
+Have your own cologic
+Money like Oprah Winfry and Raven Samone
+You keep shooting that ball
+You keep getting tall
+You might be headed to the NBA any day
+Gotta pray to god to guide you home
+So hit yo knees
+If you believe then you can achieve
+Take the game from me
+Boosie Bad Azz
+[Hook]
+Since an itty bitty kitty
+I've been chasn' my dreams
+I dreamed this on my desk
+Back in middle school (2x)
+Since an itty bitty kitty
+I've been chasn' my dreams
+I'mma be all I can be by any means
+Say that
+Since an itty bitty kitty
+I've been chasn' my dreams
+I dreamed this on my desk
+Back in middle school
+
+[Verse 2]
+Middle School (kill da world)
+Boosie lets ride
+High School (McKinley High)
+Handful of rocks
+17 years old I was the man on the block
+Fat knots two at the bottom four at the top
+18 I was ready (hustle)
+19 ready
+20 in a beamer living the movie belly
+For real I ain't no wanna-be
+Bitch I'm a gonna-be
+Told my son you can be better then me if you wanna-be
+Got ya mind made up and it can happen
+I told the principle every time I got paddled
+That one day I'll be rich wit alotta nice car
+He told me shut up
+You gone be behind bars
+And you can be a star
+And never ever quit
+If he ain't doing nothing
+He don't need to tell you shit
+Say that
+When I was 5 my mama
+Looked at her son and
+Told me boy you gone
+Break hearts cause you to cute for just one
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Dog[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a muthafuckin dog
+Make that gangsta shit like set it off
+Make that gangsta shit like big money
+Smoking on that purple
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Lights, camera, action pose
+I know I'm looking good for these hoes I'm like
+People compare me to Pac so off top I'm like
+This gangsta shit don't stop when I drop it's like
+That Lil nigga Boosie he ride on chrome
+That Lil nigga Boosie he get his shine on
+I'm too real for t.v. but now I live on t.v
+Ain't drop an album in 2 years and I'm still on t.v
+I got a swag so retarded like
+The girls are like boosie fuck me harder bitch
+Niggas say they gone kill me but Boosie like
+I knock you out smoke a blunt shoot a movie like
+Yeaaaaaaaaa
+Fuckin right I'm all that
+I crack yo fuckin head with a ball bat
+I got the streets on lock
+I got the hoes pussy wet
+After the show I'm like
+Next, next next, next, next, next
+[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
+I'm a muthafuckin dog(I'm a dog)
+I make that gangsta shit like set it off(I'm a dog)
+I'm bout my money nuthin funny bout my paper chasing movement
+Left my show got my doe all bout my cash flow
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Phat]
+I'm a muthafuckin dog(I'm a dog)
+In the club I make these bitches get off like bow bow bow
+If you don't know me now you know me
+Fuck the talking nigga you gon have to show me
+Is you rollin cause I'm rollin
+Is you ready cause I'm ready
+Is you scary I ain't scary
+Shipped back the casket?
+I'm dumb retarted stupid done lost my mind fuckin with Lil Boosie(Badazz)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thug in My Life[Talking]
+Attention ladies I'm tired of playin
+Why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man
+Wonder if my girl like that thank about it
+That's what got me packin and I'm out it
+Lets go
+
+[Verse one]
+She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday
+But I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say
+But its time to go
+So now I'm searchin at the club
+So I can find somebody just like me a straight thug
+With a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner
+Who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her
+That's what I'm lookin for
+A girl who far from a rookie bra
+But she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her
+So thru the door came this click of lil cuties
+And I was hopin one of them would like to get with lil boosie
+So I picked the rawest one out the click
+Grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
+
+[Chorus: repeat]
+I need a thug in my life
+And you ain't gotta be my wife
+Just hold me down when its tight
+And we gone ride on first class
+And you ain't gotta be afraid
+Anything you want you ask
+[Verse two]
+Now on the first day she told me
+That we could only be friends
+Say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends
+Ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow
+Told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer
+Told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied
+Broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside
+That's when we went on a ride to New Orleans
+I made her smile the whole time
+I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be
+And asked her can have her heart she said could be
+I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry
+Told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life
+I told all I want from her is her heart
+Don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start
+She ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me
+And whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep
+
+[Chorus: repeat]
+
+[Verse three]
+As time went on we got on (we got on)
+Now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas
+Smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad
+I told them get they shit together now they see all leather
+On my wrist is the  better see my bitch bout whatever
+And she was taught by ?Torrance? so she was taught by the devil
+Wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her
+But she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner
+Breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time
+And when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine
+I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug
+Who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub
+And money don't change her
+She stay the same thru thick and thin
+Kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen
+That's why I depend she more than a friend
+She the one who took the charge when the do' got kicked in
+Ya heard meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ain’t Coming Home Tonight[Verse 1:]
+I got a call from a friend who I used to love
+She told me meet me at the bar at my favorite club
+I Sat down got my drink from my favorite wine
+Den I felt a cold rush coming from behind
+She grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear
+Thug I miss you
+We need to talk cause me and my man, we got sum issues
+We started remininesin bad times and the good times
+Like my first line
+You cute, will u be mine?
+Smelling just like how I remember
+She was looking fine
+And I ain't coming home tonight
+Thats whats on my mind
+Tell my girl I got studio time
+Go snatch a rentle cause my car draw to much attention
+We hit da room
+We got to drankin and shit
+And off top I was gon think with my dick
+We hit da embassy suites
+Man she turned 2 a beast
+She introduced me to her tongue ring and put me to sleep
+
+[Chorus:]
+I ain't coming home tonight
+I know it ain't right (x3)
+Cause tonight I'm on flight
+Tonight I'm on flight
+[Verse 2:]
+Just had a concert
+I'm tired and my lungs hurt
+Wen she walk n vip with a high skirt
+She had a azz like buffy
+She turned me on
+I even went started blushing wen I saw ha thong
+She grabbed my cheeks and said ohh u so cute
+She had a girl dat wanted webbie
+She was cold too
+I asked can we come in see em before we take it in
+I hit they spot
+I hit da tub
+She start laughing then
+Dont look like ain't comin home tonight
+Cause da conversation right and da vibe is tight
+Man she came to da bed
+With a tshirt and a draws on
+As soon as she lay onside boosie
+I got a hard on
+I put my hand up on ha thighs
+Den I rub dat coochie
+I herd her moan up unda ha breath " oh boosie"
+Dat pussy soakin wet
+Man we all on da floor
+I hit ha from da back
+And it's a fact dat I ain't comin home
+[Chorus]
+
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Me n my girl just had a fight
+I gotta get away
+Look like I ain't coming home 4 a couple days
+I hit da plane
+I Chill
+Put on my shades
+On da plane came shhh
+Now I'm in a daze
+I approached her
+U remember them lil boosie days?
+I broke ya virgin at 15
+Now u feel played
+By the way
+Why them bruises on yo fuckin face?
+She said my man still bringing up that boosie case
+Whats yo destination?
+Florida
+Thats what I'm goin too
+I'm at da same hotel u at
+Room 102
+And u can come to my room
+But she said no
+She said no u can come too mines
+I got a surprise
+I walked up into da room
+And smell was da best
+She had on a lil red dress.....
+[Chorus]
+
+[Instrumental]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Roller Coaster Ride[Intro]
+Peace seems so hard to find
+Peace seems so hard to find
+
+[Verse 1]
+I've been tryna find some peace, but can't find an ounce
+Just lost my auntie Keisha, monster got her, breast cancer
+My nigga Dame on trial and they tryna flip him
+Sanches fightin' the rope, they tryna kill him
+Mike Brown shot down, they goin' to war about it
+This happen everyday in my hood, they just don't talk about it
+Plus a nigga on parole
+One feet in the pen, one feet at the door
+You know how that go
+Parole tax a nigga, you don't like it get the fuck on
+I don't like your bitch ass, nigga, you gettin' stepped on
+Too many bitches callin' my line
+People that I know they keep on dyin'
+
+[Hook]
+Roller coaster ride
+Not many ups, too many downs
+(Peace seems so hard to find)
+Roller coaster ride
+Not many ups, too many downs
+(Peace seems so hard to find)
+[Verse 2]
+So many niggas gon' bitch made, switchin' up
+Stay out my lane, pussy nigga, I'll hit you up
+This world crazy, gotta show 'em what a man 'bout
+Wake up, too many fuckin' people got their hand up
+Try and do the right thing, what my P.O. tell me
+But who I'm gon' hang 'round? All my niggas felons
+Can't trust too many niggas snitchin', all these niggas tellin'
+Do any hoes love me for me? All these bitches guessin'
+Duckin' IRS, fuckin' girls who mess
+Don't want me to have a gun, now you tryna wet me
+So I go get 40 acres and a mule
+Came home strong, multi on the cooch
+Damn, people judgin' from the start
+Always talk about crime, never talk about my heart
+Who been about his business, true, fed the whole city, true
+Same motherfuckers when you go to jail shit on you
+Shit scary over here, I got a sicker crew
+Anything got a dick in it when I spit at you, nigga
+So I ain't even worry about you niggas
+Now I don't give a fuck about you niggas
+
+[Hook]
+Roller coaster ride
+Not many ups, too many downs
+(Peace seems so hard to find)
+Roller coaster ride
+Not many ups, too many downs
+(Peace seems so hard to find)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Show The World (Remix)We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+
+Look, I came home to show the world
+Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world
+Of all his wrongs, the real and what's goin on
+I touch a million peoples heart wit every song
+Its my grind, my time no exceptions homie
+Nobody coming,like I'm coming
+Theres no pressure on me
+Five years me against the world, Pac feeling
+Why you buy all that jewelry? I'm a project nigga
+Came home to lay the real off
+Hoping kids learn from my mistakes and take a different route
+I represent for the real. its always real talk
+So if you hating on boosie thats your fault
+Real quality street music defines me
+Murder, raps, drugs, daps remind me
+That i gotta show the world that they can't stop me
+Came home swinging like rocky, its knock out time!
+
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+All i ask is you listen and learn
+Nothing was given in the world, i earned
+Everything, so i deserve everything
+Ask my fans bout me they gone tell you boosie special mane
+Cause i speak when people need to hear
+And this year i promise you gone be seeing it clear that I'm the man
+The hood helping hand, don't trip
+The hood miss me like tiny love tip
+And this time I'm going hard, gotta get it man
+Got my own clothing line now, business man
+Diabetes steady working on my kidneys man
+But that just makes me go harder and live smarter
+Bad ass TNT, the new world order
+God keep blessing me cause I'm a good father
+Got my own haircut boosie fade, hip hop for now on
+We gonna call this the Boosie days
+
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga
+
+K. michelle
+I remember when i lost all hope
+So much drama, can't take no more
+My heart won't beat i can barely breath
+Momma on her knees please praying for me
+No food to eat, no place to sleep
+I just wanna say No body would believe
+All up on the radio telling my story
+From the hundred to the million, i ain't got no worries
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel it, lil hustler
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel it, lil nigga5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Booty TalkShe Gotta, She gotta walk that walk and booty talk oh yeah
+We got bad ass in here tonight and lil Webbie ya heard me
+This how it's goin down look Webbie
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I got a 5'9" light brown juve
+She got a coke bottle well shaped booty
+And when she walk she booty talk
+Twerkin like she Marshall Faukins
+She get loose when she up in the dark
+She in the clubs and they jumpin like some elbows
+Comin out her Ecko's
+Make u wanna cop her take her shoppin at the Metro
+I'm knowin if i grab dat ass i ain't gon let go
+So i'm gon act like i don't even see her when she tiptoe
+But look though i'm ballin
+From Cali to New Orleans
+I b seein cuties walkin doin nuttin but booty talkin
+Come here and run here and let a thug dress
+Put that Gucci on ya booty and make everybody swear she
+Got a walk like damn girl back it up cuz u blockin all the fan and im hot
+And gurl u turn me on when u make dat ass wop
+Later on we goin home and im goin make that ass fot
+Now drop it like its hot and clap 3 times
+That ass all on her spine
+I wonder if she got a mind like she got a behind
+I ain't lyin im tryna hit her when that 9 booty talk
+[Chorus x2:]
+Now when she rock them tight jeans all the big dawgs scream yeah
+Thats thatbooty talk
+When she walkin through the park and u c that ass ?
+Thats that booty talkin 2 ya ain't nothin comin out her mouth
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I got a real fine cutie like she playin on a movie
+But everybody talkin bout her tipdrill booty
+Her hips like clips that go in a nine
+Her lips like eve she hard to find
+She lookin back at that booty she know that she sick
+But i heard big booty girls can't take no d*ck
+She got them watermelon ***** let me suck on 1
+And them bazookas n da back let me rub on 1
+Her click name NBA Nothin But Ass
+Jumpin clean out they pants everytime they dance
+Ray Charles could c dat booty when its up in the light
+He might say Georgia Georgia dats wat i like
+I like it when u make it fight
+Evanda and Mike Ty TO and Jerry Rice
+That booty like shootin dice
+U might fall all though the door when she come out them draws
+I know wat i want 4 christmas a big booty santa claus yeah
+Man im the realest all the big booty girls feel this
+So exercise when u hear this
+[Chorus x2]
+She gotta booty like Shenana u kno i ain't lyin
+Got me growlin like a lion when she walk though the line
+Put a glass on that ass when she stand straight up
+Damn i c wat her mama gave her
+I like it when she make it clap
+When she rock that baby phat
+Got my thang hard like superman knee caps
+She make a thug relapse
+Gurl u kno u a fool
+Plus u hotter than a oven kno a thug need u
+Well look here girl wit that thong on yo back
+Make me look good n the hood when u n that cadillac
+Matta fact count stacks and get high
+Put a seatbelt on them thighs and lets take a long ride
+Look the question is y yo booty so wide
+Like im pickin up a couch tryna take it inside
+She gotta face on her shoulders plus the body
+Tight jeans and spandex is wat she rockin
+And she a real dime piece she cook and she clean
+But she always have problems puttin on them jeans
+Naw booty talk get in there booty talk get in there
+Walk dat walk and booty talk
+
+[Chorus x1]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Heartless Hearts[Hook]
+No one care about this heart of mine
+(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
+Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
+Maybe that will help this heart of mine
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got this heartfelt thug shit
+Because my heart has been broken and stolen
+Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
+Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
+Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
+I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
+I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
+I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
+Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four
+
+[Hook]
+No one care about this heart of mine
+(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
+Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
+Maybe that will help this heart of mine
+
+[Verse 2]
+This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
+Real talk, it been broken like that
+Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
+Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
+He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
+She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
+You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
+I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
+Need a second line to bring some memories back (that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory)
+[Hook]
+No one care about this heart of mine
+(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
+Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
+Maybe that will help this heart of mine
+
+[Verse 3]
+If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
+Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
+He lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
+Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
+Snaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
+I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
+I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
+Go right back in that struggle with me
+Sometimes I feel
+Sometimes I feel
+
+[Hook] x 2
+No one care about this heart of mine
+(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
+Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
+Maybe that will help this heart of mineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Miss Kissin’ on You(you)
+Boosie badass
+When you miss somebody, you miss somebody
+That's how it is (straight up)
+I'm a send this out to the few women I was in love with (wassup)
+
+Oooh I miss kissin on
+I miss kissin on you
+You know I miss kissin on you
+I miss kissin on (you)
+Miss touchin on you baby
+I miss touchin on you
+I miss touching on you baby
+I can't stop thinki about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+
+Why do I feel so lonely in a major way?
+You know this shit was real and you know it baby
+I didn't wanna baby, It did drive you crazy
+Even though you gotta man you forever my lady
+
+I miss sippin on your daiquiris
+I miss your macaroni and cheese, yes indeed
+With no care, I hit you bare, you know wassup
+Knew when your body would nut, I taught you everythang
+Make you cry, make you smile, at the same time
+Dumb shit, baby girl I miss your tongue kiss
+Miss layin in the bed with you
+Miss your people and the soul food they fed a nigga
+Most of all I miss you, I'm havin flashbacks
+Of you comin across the track with your hair wrapped
+Miss talkin on the phone til' the early morning
+Making love off Keith Sweat songs
+No one can do me like (you)
+
+I miss kissin on you
+You know I miss kissin on you
+I miss kissin on (you)
+Miss touchin on you baby
+I miss touchin on you
+I miss touching on you baby
+I can't stop thinki about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+
+Trina
+
+It's no mistake that I'm amazin, the epitome
+You kissin, touchin, lovin my body, the things you do to me
+You keep it true to me, all this shit ain't new to me
+I been messin with ballers kept me laced in top jewlery
+A hood nigga like you, yeah I like that
+Your swaggs on point and you keep me comin right back
+When you text I write back, yeah right back
+
+I know you like that, that's why I handle that
+
+Bedroom lights off, we kissin slow to a track
+It ain't even bout the sex, I crave the gangsta way you act
+When you all up in that, you so smooth with it
+That's why I never hesitate to say "daddy come and get it"
+
+I got my Vicky's on and Diamond Princess perfume
+I can't help but think about the things we do up in the room
+When it's just me and you
+A fantasy come true
+I can't describe Ooohhh
+I miss kissin on you
+
+I miss kissin on you
+You know I miss kissin on you
+I miss kissin on (you)
+Miss touchin on you baby
+I miss touchin on you
+I miss touchin on you baby
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+I swear to god I miss it all
+The way that you would call
+Beatin up your pussy, knockin pictures off the wall
+In the studio thinkin to myself, "I got one song left, and I'm comin home to you"
+
+Love it when I hit you from the back and you look back at me
+Our sex attractive, like metal to a magnet
+Turn that T.I. On, that's her shit right there
+Get drunk, now she hollerin, "that's her dick right there"
+
+I send this out to the ladies who had my head gone
+A pretty black girl, a couple red bones
+I guess we learn from each other cause we steppin-stones
+With kids now like "damn, that's how it is now"
+
+Ridin to New Orleans, laughin the whole time
+Livin life with out a care, walking down cannery
+I remember how you smell, the polish on your toes
+Remember the first time you went down low
+Nobody did it like (you)
+
+I miss kissin on you
+You know I miss kissin on you
+I miss kissin on (you)
+Miss touchin on you baby
+I miss touchin on you
+I miss touchin on you baby
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girl
+I can't stop thinkin about (you)
+I can't stop thinkin about you girlEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+MoviesI thank these niggas scared of me mane (Its cool though)
+
+Nigga bump my shit, nigga see me don't even holla at me
+I bump yo shit nigga I'mma holla at you (But fuck it I'mma real nigga)
+
+Before I lay me down to sleep I know that they don't want no beef
+I thank these nigga scared (2x)
+
+[Verse 1 - Boosie]
+I wanna thank god for blessing me to hit you with this recipe
+Yeah, you got more bread then me bitch
+But I know you scared of me, bitch
+Don't wanna holla, bitch
+I'm bout a dollar
+I done came so sick now I'm a problem
+Can't get no features on my album nigga scared of lil Boosie
+So when you ask me what it do, I'mma tell 'em fuck you
+And when you mention me its negative its never positive
+They can down talk about me but I got a lot of skills
+I got a lil though, to make these niggas suffer
+Y'all rapping and rhyming I tell life stories motherfucker
+You thank that you can hold me back
+Bitch I been retarded
+And I got respect regardless if I don't hit carpet
+Look, I'm finna make 'em caught hell, you saw the XXL
+Me and my lil nigga finna school a baby G and a real nigga
+This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track
+Have them selling top and bottom
+That mouth and that cat
+[Hook - Boosie]
+All you niggas wanna be killas
+Better know what you doing(2x)
+Open ya eyes while you shooting
+Ole' scary ass nigga
+
+All you rappers wanna be actors
+Better stay in the movies
+And don't fuck around with Boosie
+I thank they scared mane I thank these nigga scared
+
+[Verse 2 - Boosie]
+I took a walk by the big dogs, nigga turning they head
+They listen to my music, but can't holla
+Dem nigga scared
+But its cool with me
+Bitch you know where Boosie
+In yo city on yo stage do what you gone do to me
+After my shows I'm wit my fans giving kisses and hugs
+While you get bodyguard by other punks who wanna be thugs
+You niggas lying on yo records
+Bitch you got me heated
+Hannibal Lecter one of you bitches
+Cut ya tongue out make you eat it
+They burning my CD's, burning my CD's
+Well that burning my CD's made the whole hood believe
+Now they got my back no matter what
+Every street, every alley, every corner with that fire marijuana
+They got Boosie in the deck and Boosie got respect
+When them other rappers hear me
+I put goose bumps up on they neck
+To his throne I'm a treat
+Mane I'm young but I'm a vet
+Mane I'm right behind you in line (Nigga)
+And I'm next
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3 - Boosie]
+You niggas going platinum selling more then my click
+But ain't nobody at yo shows
+I know you feel like a bitch
+Because yo street credit is nothing
+Compared to me who thuggin'
+And by the way on or under you'll one hit wonder
+And I drop hit after hit
+You ain't gotta fast forward shit
+Just put me in and let me roll
+I bet you say I'm ice cold
+I'm shinning like a light pole
+Got niggas looking' stupid
+I got more ice then some of them clowns who play on movies
+And Its bright night, I thank they scared of me
+He saw his bitch checking me out now he handcuffing
+If you ain't never lived that life then don't rap bitch
+If you ain't never ran the streets
+You need and map bitch and cold cut sandwich
+I'mma tell ya I don't feel that nigga
+He only show up once a year ole' mac rib ass nigga
+So I be like foe I lay me down to sleep
+I know that they don't want no beef, ahhhh
+I thank these nigga scared
+
+[Hook out]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ain’t no 1 on 1Boosie Badazz
+
+That my motherfucking nigga you already know nigga
+
+[Lil Boosie]
+
+You already know im diving in nigga
+That my nigga but he like my twin nigga
+Through the trenches we get it on thats my Corleone
+So that mean im riding with him if he right or wrong
+Stomp you down put you to pieces this that southern smoke
+That my little brother for my little brother i cut your fucking throat
+My little sister just drugged a bitch with a loud mouth
+Her whole click dived in like colombians
+We deep in this bitch, put you to sleep in this bitch
+Ain't no one on one girl im fucking you and your friend
+If i got beef with a nigga then i got beef with his friend
+And if my hitters in the dugout then im sending him in
+Who up, we shoot up
+That my dog, he got my back
+Big Kirby one of you niggas and donkey you after that
+My pitbulls full of scratching
+They protect the king
+Bitch im bucked up
+And im fucked up
+And im bout that
+And thats what i mean
+
+[Webbie]
+
+Nigga fuck with my dog then its gone get retarded
+Regardless whose fault it
+Fuck all that im balling
+And yall what im after
+Somebody gone get stabbed up
+Ain't no one on one
+Im trying to light the whole camp up
+Savage life bring the beef bout
+Stomp all the niggas teeth out
+Yall pussy ass niggas dont wanna see what we about
+On the way to where drake stay
+Bringing contraband to meek house
+So the high go wherever we go
+Grab all the hoes and then peace out
+The beast out but it came out
+Yall heard what i said huh
+Betcha i betcha i catcha
+So whoever is with ya dont end up selling ya
+My niggas are donkeys
+Get to jumping like monkeys
+Jewelry bitches and money
+So fuck you niggas like hunkeys
+Either busting or hustling
+Got to stay into something
+Every time shit pop off ain't no secret im jumping
+Stomping kicking and booting
+We can bring it to shooting
+So how yall niggas wanna do it
+We been doing this bitch
+[Lil Boosie]
+
+Coming through the club with my niggas and we bucking
+If we standing then we spilling on each other
+If we killing then we killing on the muscle
+Nigga hating on another nigga hustle
+Fuck that my nuts fat
+Drop them like bowling balls
+Fuck that im out my body a nigga fuck with my dog
+Were scrapping one of you niggas put they paws on you
+Them pussy as niggas ain't gone do shit but call the law on me
+Dont take nothing bout me for granted
+Im a g thats what i said
+Thats my shooter (knock the brains out your head)
+That my nigga mara
+Drop the top on your block
+Real bananas 50 rounds these ain't no one on one shots
+Daddy use to beat our ass if we ain't jump in a fight
+Send us right back round the corner to fight
+It ain't no one one one
+He in the mix im in the mix
+He in some shit im in some shit
+Ain't no one on ones
+If it is it ain't no clique
+Ain't no snake
+Ain't no coward
+Ain't no bitch
+Ain't no rat
+So dont come round here tripping
+Im telling you now
+How we rockingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+She Want Some[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Once again Boosie back cutin' up
+I'm back up on the scene, but I'm shining brighter
+Bad bitches on me I'm a certified piper
+Weak ass rappers are you ready for the drama
+In the club looking for my sixth baby momma
+If I catch her with her draws down Imma do ya
+I had to wait behind the wall like a convict, to run shit, turn up bitch
+Cause [?]
+I got red bones, Dominicans, and white girls too
+Got my own clothing line, Boosie ready to shoot
+Bad bitch in every state, nice ass pretty face
+Girl, I'm back big money heavyweight
+Boosie, badass
+
+[Hook]
+Realest nigga in your town
+In the club looking for the baddest bitch around
+If I catch her lookin' at my eyes, Imma do her
+If I catch her lookin' at my eyes, Imma do her
+I'm from the [?], and I don't give a fuck
+I know you thought I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down
+Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me
+This for the black bones, caramels, and bad ass yellow bones
+She want some, me too, me too, me too, me too
+Oh she want some, me too, me too, me too
+It's that badass Boosie boy
+[Verse 2]
+I can't stand to have her, you heard bout me
+My business, my business, don't worry bout me
+You lookin' good, I want you bad
+I want your body and your head
+They call me nino cause C notes stacking taller
+I'm gettin' bread
+Got my [?], my Gucci shades
+[?], you ain't really bout' that thug shit
+Boy I show ya
+Diamond rings, [?]
+Stop playin' with me, stop playin' before you get exposed
+Had a dime cause last night I bust her wide open
+Her dude trippin', better chill
+He must don't know I keep that bulldog barrel smokin'
+
+
+[Hook]
+
+
+[Verse 3]
+You been givin' all your cookies to these rookies, girl stop
+It's bout time you pussy pop in this clean drop-top
+Oh you vet, now you wet, now you ready to play
+That look in your eyes say you goin' go hard
+Got a pocket full of money, I pay for it
+Ain't tryin to wait for it, I pay for it
+I know you want it, I can see it in your eye babe
+Me too, so I ain't goin' let you slide babe
+We got the bottles [?], with some bad ho's
+You can't resist it you know you itchin' for this bankroll
+So stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me
+Cause I fuck that [?] and I don't give a fuck
+[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+PainI finally moved out my momma house
+Got a happy home
+Only thing fucked up, Daddy gone (Gone forever man)
+Listen up this is real shit (Real shit)
+It's fucked up when u got nobody to share it with (Fucked up)
+Give my last so my grandma can see me now (See me now)
+Smilin tellin everybody bout her grandbaby (her grandbaby)
+T-Lady hold on all I got is you (Mama)
+It's fucked up what I done put me and my mama through
+What's happenin Ivory I know you lookin down watchin me
+Everyday I got yo kids fresh from head to feet (All of em)
+Wish I can put u in the bentley with the brown [? ]
+I wish we never would've went out to that club
+On the road to riches mane lost a flock of niggas
+[? ] a whole block of niggas
+Niggas bite the hand that feed em I done seen it all
+Jus got a call... Slo dead... Not my fuckin dawg
+
+I never thought this pain last this many years
+I... I never thought this pain last this many years
+Still in tears
+I... I never thought this pain last this many years
+
+I lost my daddy in a heartbeat
+Real talk eyes turnin right in front me
+Ever since I saw that shit... it hunt me
+Pray for me cause I shake in my fuckin sleep
+Wish I could[? ] shoot the 50 nigga
+I shoulda put him under my wing and I miss him nigga
+I told [? ] way back stop ridin with ya pack
+He ain't listen
+And now my nigga right back in penitentury he don't listen
+I lost Ivory and it fucked me up
+My whole life changed
+Nigga put me up in beast mode
+My heart cold
+And as the years role
+I wish that he could have everything I got
+And a lil mo'
+Yo kids love me nigga
+My kids and yo kids call each other sister and brothers
+You forever my lil hustler
+Just saw yo gangsta at the car lot nigga and a tear dropped nigga
+I never thought this pain last this many years
+I... I never thought this pain last this many years
+Still in tears
+I... I never thought this pain last this many years
+
+Seem like it was yesterday
+The mo money I get this shit hurt
+I thought that would take the stress away
+To see u smilin with yo chain countin money nigga
+When Trina pulled you on stage you was stuntin nigga
+But through it all mane you kno how we rock nigga
+From the yo to the block to the hospital
+Never again would I have another big dawg
+But ya mama and kids I got em all but I
+
+I never thought this pain last this many years
+I... I never thought this pain last this many years
+Still in tears
+I... I never thought this pain last this many yea2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Quit[Intro:]
+Whats Up World
+Just Got Out The Hospital Again
+Lied To Ya Again
+I Lied
+But Im Back
+But Im Back Bitch
+And You Know I Got A Mothafucking Story To Tell
+I Quit I Ain't Fucking With Dat
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Ain't Dat Money A Motha Fucka It Have Ya Trapped
+So Strong Dat It Make The Strongest Nigga Relaps
+For Da Shit Dat He Dont Need Perhaps
+Like Codeine
+Yeah It Taste So Good But It Fucked My Kidney
+Shortened Up My Liver
+Now Im Back In Dis Position (Fucked Up)
+Hospital Bed Icu With Da Living Dead
+Thinner Then A Piece Of Thread
+Ho's Peaking They Head In (Embarassing)
+On Da Phone With They Best Friend Like Yeah Dats Him
+I Went To Thinking Bout Daddy Their My Nigga Ivy
+Pains In My Iv Holling God Why Me
+Said A Prair To Myself Looked Up Saw Tootie Ti And I Right Their Im Like Awwwww
+Tired Of Dis Halo Tired Of Dis Yellow Should've Said Know Im Hard Headed Though
+I Felt Untouchable The Money Kept Pooring In
+1 Sip Lead To 10 Im On Dat Drank Again
+[Hook: x4]
+I Quit It I Ain't Fucking With It I Say Dat All The Time I Quit I Quit I Quit Iquit
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Im Having Nightmares I Can't Sleep
+Can't Let The Reefa Spank Me
+I Woke Up U Got To Thank B
+Your Fans Read You Fucking Right
+Ya Lil Man He Need His Daddy In His Life Got To Make A Change
+Woke Up To Momma Momma Like Boy U Promised Me I Dont Know What Im Gone Do Girl You Know How Momma Be
+2 Days Later Got My Caramel Flavor Hit Lil Junior On Da Razor Ill Be Home Later
+
+What Up Dog, What Up Man
+Straight, Yeah Im Good Nigga
+Can't Be Fucking With Dat Shit Mane,I Know I Ain't Fucking With Dat Shit No More Just Call Up Dis Money Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Up You Know You Know
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Went To Da Yo Got In My Zone And Wrote Dis Bitch
+Didn't Even Know What To Name It But Iknew How To Brang It
+I Got To Quit Dis Bull Shit
+Everytime I Get Rich Sometimes I Get Sick
+But I Travel On Da Road (Hard Times) Show For Show
+Body Hurtin But I Got To Go
+Got Children Nigga
+Gone Feed Them Pottna
+One Phone Call Dats All
+We In The Van 5 Deep Time To Call Ball
+And Get Da Conetent
+Real Is How I Run Dat
+Dat South Is Where I Hung At
+Need To Stop Being Nice To People
+Need To Start Saying I Ain't Got It
+Need To Start Telling My Niggas Nigga Come Out Yo Pockets
+Need To Take My Ass To Church
+Say Dat All The TimeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Here We Go AgainBoosie Bad Ass Nigga
+Here We Go Again
+I Go Thru Mo Shit
+Ian Lying, Too Much For One Nigga
+Here We Again, Dam Shit Real Round My Way
+Shit Way Too Real Round My Way
+I'm Talking Real Pain Nigga Believe That
+
+[Hook16x]
+Here We Go Again Pain
+
+
+[Verse 1:Lil Boosie]
+I Gotta Hold On,Cause I Been Struggling For So Long
+Seem Like,When I Try To Do Right, It Go Wrong
+In A Life Of A King Pin
+Publicly Enemy Number One, In This Racists Ass State That I Live In
+My Closely Friends They Don Got Me Indicted(Bitch Ass Snitch )
+Had The World Said I'll Never Return
+My Side Bitch Went Usher, And Let Me Burn
+Some Many People Switch Up Im Like Who Next To Turn
+Say My Momma Gotta Blockage On Her Heart(Shits Real)
+Plus Another One Of My Hommies, Just Got Killed
+Plus I Just Had Pneumonia, Bad If You Want
+Spent 10 Years With A Bitch Now We Don't Even Much Talk
+And They Got Seven Different Clique Wanna Put Me In Chalk
+BabyMomma Treating Me Like She Ain't Got No Heart(Huh Bruh)
+So My Weight On My Shoulder And It's Heavy Hommie
+On My Knees Every Night Cause The Devil Want Me
+
+[Hook16x]
+
+
+[Verse 2:Lil Boosie]
+Sometimes I Question Myself Why My Life Like This
+Guess Im a Violater Can't Do Right For Shit
+And My Chain And My Range Hide The Pain Inside
+Ian Eat, For A Week, When My Main Mane Died
+And I Cried Like  A Baby When He Wanting His Bottle
+Plus My Favorite Nephew,Just Taught Him About It
+Last Year, Was A Hard One, Yes Indeed
+Drity System They Was Trynna Put That Needle In Me
+Plus This Diabetes Shit, Hold My Ass Ian Lying
+Just Check My Sugar It Was 455
+Nusre Looking At Me Like You Know Thats Too High(I Know)
+Eyes Getting Blurry God Don't Let Me Go Blind
+Seven Kids Counting On Me, And They Love Me To Death
+Only Thang That Make Me Smile, Is I Love'em To Death
+Sometimes I Go Up In My Zone, Be Like Fuck This Shit
+How Do A Nigga With So Much Money Struggle Like This(Look)
+
+
+[Hook16x]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+FBI Questioning Me About Public Official
+If The Shit Was True, They Woulda Had They Issue
+And Everything I Rap Make My Words Get Twisted
+Hate Im Living In A World Full Of Snakes And Snitches
+Gotta Watch Who I Fuck, Cause They Might Scream Rape
+You Know Why The Scream Rape, Trying To Get A Nigga Cake
+Nigga Words Come Out Smooth But They Heart Scream Hate
+Father God I Didn't Betray How Much Mo' Can I Take
+Wait, Got Everybody Watching Me
+Life In The Public Eye So I'm Block For Peace
+Ian Hide On The Streets, Thats A Dangerous Fame
+Is My Dirt Coming Around, I Play The Dangerous Game
+Granny Probably Looking Down Saying I Ain't Change
+Mommma Cried When First Saw Me Lock In Chain
+City Murder Rate High, Guess Who Get The Blame
+Dam, I Just Explain, What I'm Sayin Is
+
+[Hook8x]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lay Me Down[intro:]
+
+Boosie Bad Ass Nigga on some real shit
+From a real nigga to a real nigga
+
+[ Lil boosie Verse:]
+I Lost My niggas in dese streets to dat gansta Lean pictures make it worse listen to dis sick ass
+Verse from bad ass spit the same game to hoe's like da same clothes money bring power so we like da bankroll In my bed at night i cock and sit it next the lamp thinkin bout all my trill niggas we lost to Ta champ tears running down my momma eyes and it's the truth plenty nights yo son try but ma im boosie boo two dead in broad day light on da southside curb you ain't heard you in danger if you got dem birds plus my grandma lost her life mama house in flames uncle still drinking like the game dont change i can't sleep at night man dese nightmares dey eat me up surley i been laid off had to hit my knees bruh help me lord jeesus when im on my way home keep dem devils off my back and keep me strapped with dat chrome
+
+[Chorus:]
+Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2
+
+[Shell Verse:]
+Sometimes i wish i can change the world i probably could but ain't no tellin if i would cause im straight up out dha hood Knowin dat a niggah should my mama always taught me right from wrong and when you die baby life goes on dey say what goes around gotta come around and when it comes down to dha come down only gods gone hold ya down dats why when you see me by lonely and i ride by my self all my real niggas gone i only got a few left lord forgive me fo all my sins cus god knows all dha wrong i did im tryna shake back dats why i smoke sack from sack trynna reach god bhut dha devil on my back the judge trynna give my big dog nim life fo some bullshit you know dat shit ain't right i pray every night so i can sleep right cus in the day time dawg i live da street light
+
+[Chorus:]
+Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2
+
+[Lil Webbie Verse]
+Done did good done did dirt done stayed hood dha whole way i felt some like a fone humma i ain't feel coming not dat day in DAT way you can trust niggas or learn fast how to say fuck niggas my chest hurtin my vest hurtin my heart hurtin and i fuck whidd em he raised me grew up whidd em taught me some of dis street shit kinda nigga you ain't want beef whidd kindah made me wonda how dha hell he slip dat just goes to show me shit none of us niggas untouchable i ride with sumthin everywhere i go. will i live to see 30 dats questionable i told god times hard gotta know how to spit dese rhymes hard had to bust heads to get dat bread sometimes it can bleed or let it scar.live my life like fuck tommorow no i ain't seein big hump tomah waitin to blaze me a blunt tomah den lay around and get stomped tomah try ta play me like a punk tomah have yo ass in the trunk tomah leave dha ice to my brotha befoe i got ta my heart leave tha house cars ta my lil booi close my eyes im goin ta god trill fam holla at chea boi we still fam im foreva born when ya time comin you ain't neva knowin
+
+[Chorus:]
+Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2...............
+THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Choppers N Gunz[Intro: Young Thug]
+Choppers and guns
+Don't play with us nigga
+We killin' for fun
+I promise to God
+I promise to Pablo
+You know I'm a nino
+My tolerance zero
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie]
+Nigga snatched from your house
+Clutch you on the couch
+Nigga you don't know my people
+Went to war with like 14 people
+Drink Codeine like it's legal
+Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up
+Used to tell my homeboy slow down
+Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound
+Nigga bumped his head 'fore I came home
+Me and Five Gang in the Regal
+Goin' to get back at the busters
+I told Fat fall back with the jack heads
+'Fore I came home, nigga dusted
+Now they do it on them buses
+Come and get you like buster
+All my side women know
+Do I still roll with Buster?
+I don't lay down, play around with no nigga
+Track life boss made, I'm a go getter
+Still real, still solid, no ho nigga
+You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas?
+Everybody gettin' shot, niggas gettin' stopped
+Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
+Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
+Might as well tell 'em get guns
+[Hook: Boosie]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I can hear my brother racin' whip too
+Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two
+But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough
+Lil nigga but my heart like I make two
+You become an opp, you got chased too
+Crackin' on the BOAs and the change too
+And you tell me Tina murder ain't make the news
+If the devil kill me then I'm killin' you
+Hood time we dark like my momma's stress
+Keep it on me, macaroni's how I aim next
+And choppers on choppers, rather page Dex
+And I only want top, I don't need sex
+And when I seen a brick it was summer of 06
+I flooded out the Rollie now I look like the ocean
+Police hurry up and I told 'em I don't know shit
+I talk a lot of shit like I got Halitosis
+Niggas be mad, what they be mad at?
+Bitches be broke, with they sad ass
+I'ma get fast cash
+Burkin' Badass
+My bitch is the baddest, my diamonds the clearest (water)
+You talkin' bout robbin' me? Is you serious?
+Oh yeah-yeah
+[Hook: Boosie]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 3: Young Thug]
+AKs and Tecs on niggas
+They aim at your neck for figures
+These hoes know you fake, they know it
+You camp and you flex on niggas
+I shoot at 'em full speed
+We shoot from the neck to knees
+Draw down with that Tec and bleed
+I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
+I pull up with a bitch and let her riff it real rapid
+We live by the codes of the streets, respect your daddy
+Gave a half a mil to the jeweler, now I'm cold like attics
+You can't have it (blat-blat-blat)
+Fuck around, get whacked
+Thuggin', nigga what?
+Send him to the other room
+Yeah, next to the moon
+When I'm geeked up, bottle shrooms
+Smoke his ass like some fumes
+Where the
+[Hook: Boosie]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 4: Boosie]
+Niggas gettin' smoked at the Exxon
+'Fore I leave the house, grab the teflon
+I look at my nigga, you outta here
+Don't make me say where you was (?) here
+Nigga lookin' for you, they don't ride round
+Fuck a four boy, I got a five pound
+Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get deeper
+Track like Chi-Town
+Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down
+You can stand up bitch but you gon' sit down
+You can man up bitch and you get miss 'round
+But we and-1 niggas and commit fouls
+Niggas out the road cause these niggas rat
+Shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black
+Yeah I'm real, gun one down for a (?)
+Juice wasn't even no act
+
+[Hook: Boosie]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 5: Boosie]
+My nigga lil Turn in the papers
+Heard he own a body in the cape
+He looked at me like I'm a G though
+This was when he was in three door
+To-Lu, he come for his kilos
+But he got a bag of them squirters
+A bag of money and a big ass heart
+It's about to be capital murder
+They swing and they whack you on purpose
+They walk by your house like they turtles
+You see 'em, you run, you jump hurdles
+You left it at home now you murdered
+How the fuck I'm supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the nigga 'round tryna kill him
+They killed his lil cousin and Slim
+These boys play above the rim
+
+[Hook: Boosie]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get Ya Mind RightTurn up
+Turn up
+Turn up
+
+Oh you bucked up
+And fucked up
+And you ain't got no mind
+
+[HOOK]
+Name still rangin'
+And my chain still swangin'
+Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me
+I'm certified nigga
+A lot of niggas try
+But them niggas ain't survive
+Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 3x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 3x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+
+[VERSE 1]
+You's a bitch
+You's a ho
+You's a pussy
+You remind me of a pussy name (Nussie)
+You's a coward
+You's a faker
+You's a snitch
+Do me a favor
+And get off a nigga dick
+You ain't got it
+You be stuntin'
+You a wangsta
+Stunt wit' a pistol
+But you call yo self a gangsta
+You want my chain
+Well I want yo fuckin brain then nigga
+I'll pistol whup yo ass
+For like 40 minutes straight
+Big bags on tha gram
+Ima put it in yo face
+Ima keep it in tha street
+If I ever catch a case
+Ima keep it in my hand
+I don't put it on my waist
+I'm tha realist nigga in it
+Can't nobody take my place
+Boosie
+[HOOK]
+Name still rangin'
+And my chain still swangin'
+Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me
+I'm certified nigga
+A lot of niggas try
+But them niggas ain't survive
+Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Beat yo ass to pieces
+Make my nephew fuck yo nieces
+This is how we play it
+Man across tha track (tha dumb way)
+Shoot up all yo people
+All my niggas jeepers creepas
+When we swang
+Niggas don't come back (tha dumb way)
+If you bout that nigga
+Send yo address thru
+I'll send a nigga round that bitch
+To show you some love
+This nigga love goin' off
+Mane he think he tha plug
+Have him right outside tha door
+When you walk out tha club
+Wit' ya head in ya lap
+And ya face on tha dash
+Boy you best beware
+Cuz my hittas on yo ass
+Hope you ran track
+Cuz my niggas comin' fast
+Bossman shit
+And I will drop a bag
+[HOOK]
+Name still rangin'
+And my chain still swangin'
+Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me
+I'm certified nigga
+A lot of niggas try
+But them niggas ain't survive
+Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Came ridin' wit tha devil
+You fuckin' round wit' tha devil
+Find that boy 'cross tha track
+Or find that boy on Jewella
+If you ain't heard about Boosie Boo
+You betta tell 'em
+My enemies can't talk no mo
+But you can smell 'em
+Oooooooohhhhhhhhh
+U smell tha odor?
+Jack who?
+Take what?
+Bitch Ima soldier
+We did that
+And what
+What you gon' do about it
+You know what we do about it
+Nigga we gon' shoot about it
+It's Big B
+Badazz
+Some Louisiana niggas wit' money in trash bags
+Just left Iceman Nick
+Wit' them diamonds on my neck
+Got my name on tha line
+So I'm dyin' for respect nigga
+[HOOK]
+Name still rangin'
+And my chain still swangin'
+Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me
+I'm certified nigga
+A lot of niggas try
+But them niggas ain't survive
+Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+Yo mind right 4x
+Bitch I'll get yo mind right
+
+Oh you bucked up
+And fucked up
+And you ain't got no mind
+Bet I get yo muthafuckin' mind right 2x
+
+How u wan' do it nigga 7x
+
+Bet I get yo muthafuckin' mind rightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Liar[Hook]
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your ass
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your ass
+
+Why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Thought you were my boy
+Girl, why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Girl, why did you lie?
+
+You gave me your word
+You said you wouldn’t change
+Now we facing murder
+Now you tellin’ my name
+I’m in so much pain
+You stay by my Mama
+I ate at yo house
+We shared our lil ratchets
+I slept on yo couch
+Now you sellin’ out
+I’m hurt up inside
+I’m hurt cuz you lied
+I’m so hurt
+I’m tired
+You jive
+Can’t even look up in my eyes
+Girl
+I thought it was love
+You told me you loved me
+It must’ve been drugs
+Cuz you did me so ugly
+You treat me like nuthin
+Pokey on tha stand like a bitch now
+Pointin’ out tha whole fuckin’ click huh
+Told Trudy White bout tha click huh
+Even Lo turned sour
+He done switched now
+Some niggas ain’t sendin’ niggas shit huh
+All tha girls left when I went down
+Scared my first love
+She done flipped now
+I called on tha phone like
+[HOOK]
+Why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Thought you were my boy
+Girl, why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Girl, why did you lie?
+
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your ass
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your ass
+
+[VERSE 2]
+I got on my knees
+I went, talked to GOD
+I asked for forgiveness
+For all of my boys
+And all of these broads
+Who went wit’ they move
+Who said they was goons
+First 48
+When they up in tha room
+They crack in the room
+We used to be homies
+I’m talkin bout ?
+Got his hands in my Fun Yuns
+We used to be cousins
+Now we are nothing
+Tell me what’s wrong
+I feel like I’m preaching
+Question
+Why do they bite tha hand that feed em
+How good you treat em
+He said, she said
+It was all lies
+My heart got hurt to a loud cry
+You a lie if you say I ain’t bout mine
+I’m tha only one rolled when my dawg died
+She said she was gon’ wait for a long time
+She said she was gon’ keep tha pussy all mine
+Lil’ freaky muthafucka
+When I see you muthafucka
+Ima tell ya
+Girl!
+[HOOK]
+Why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Thought you were my boy
+Girl, why did you lie?
+This is my heart
+It don't supposed to cry
+Girl, why did you lie?
+
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your ass
+Liar, liar, pants on fire
+Hope the devil burn your assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Right Game Wrong NiggaDamn man she played my thug bruh
+Ion see how he ain't see that behind that bitch man
+All that shit she was doing , if that was me I would peeped her out I been dealing with these hoes and these ole bitch ass niggas
+All I can say is right game wrong nigga for real though
+Thug talk
+
+She caught him looking and she knew that she was swagged out cause her eyes and her smile is what he bragged about never did she laugh bout nothing that he said never she back out thinking bout his bread he was straight breaking cash he was thinking bout her head it was done to prefection really anything that she said she blew his mind long hair plus she red plus she got a lil name i g off the chain she never tried to explain she always reached out her hand hoping gifts keep her sane he never noticed that she ain't like older cats cause her heart he never opened that he passed the law he kept smoking that still hooked on her last but he didn't get the picture attitude coming now she shitting on a nigga if I was that nigga shit I woulda told her right game wrong nigga
+
+You gone be straight dawg
+Everybody make mistakes dawg
+If I was in yo place dawg
+I woulda told her right game wrong nigga
+We all fall short sometimes
+We all get played
+We all fall short sometimes
+I woulda told her though
+Right Game wrong nigga
+
+He was a nigga turned up had the crew live if you asked the clique about em they say do or die if anybody talk sour they say you a lie wanted boss status he no longer Won't be to aligned dude ain't even see the sign he was blind nigga searching for his bag all the time shidd me I woulda saw it in his eyes too friendly he could be your enemy and do time Ian lying making remarks like man yo boo fine even your girl like baby ion trust that nigga he ain't Notice how he look when he got fresh he ain't notice that's how he look When he got less he ain't notice how he smile when he got stressed another nigga came round he got jealous of em if you know you got a bond why you jealous of em threw a cross between his boss and his second cousin they ain't work so that nigga pulled a pistol out said fuck it and he ran in his nigga house he woulda showed a sign I would knew a bout what this nigga bout and woulda told him right then right game wrong nigga
+
+You gone be straight dawg
+Everybody make mistakes dawg
+If I was in yo place dawg
+I woulda told her right game wrong nigga
+We all fall short sometimes
+We all get played
+We all fall short sometimes
+I woulda told her though
+Right Game wrong nigga
+I been hurt by a couple let my guard down got hurt by my lover close friend share purp by he bundle those friends brought me hurt by the bundle now I'm all wised up cold heart mane I'm careful who I give love now you can miss me with that bullshit I'll tell you straight up right game wrong nigga
+
+Yeah
+This that thug talk (2x)
+Boosie bad ass nigga
+Niggas don't drop that shit like me no more
+This that thug talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Forgive Me Being Lost[Intro]
+Shit, I don’t trust nobody
+Shit, So many motherfuckers with motives
+Shit, you don’t know who to trust
+So fuck it, everybody suspect
+(God, forgive me for being lost)
+I don’t trust no motherfucker but Boosie Badazz
+
+[Hook]
+If rules get broke and niggas get crossed, forgive me for being lost
+If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost
+Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, out the bottle drinking, fuck it
+God, forgive me for being lost
+
+[Verse 1]
+Momma struggling, Granny watch us, gangster potnas, oh my
+Can’t afford it so we stole it, we were roaches, no lie
+Saw my first body dead in the street at 8, oh my
+Lil Glen just blew his brains out with his own four five
+“Put it in the pot, make it lock ‘til it drop” is what my uncle told
+Went to cocaine school and got an A-, honor roll
+Love what my Mama showed to me and my brother (Love you Ma)
+Tough love what my daddy showed made me and him tougher
+Just waking up every morning made me out a hustler
+‘Cause Granny house was the block where everybody sold butter
+(Woke up to) People dying, bullets flying, mommas crying, oh my
+80’s baby when it was coke crazy, no lie
+[Hook]
+Forgive me for being Lost
+If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost
+Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, out the bottle drinking, fuck it
+God, forgive me for being lost
+
+[Verse 2]
+They tried to give me life, said I’m bad for the community (no)
+How I’m supposed to feel about some people trying to ruin me? (cold)
+Why should I stop for the cops if they shooting me?
+While I get rich, my IRS friends using me (they’re using me)
+Cold winters, why us? I need answers
+If I sin, God forgive me, but my baby need pampers
+My family need prayers, dear God, we’re on the blessed docket
+Auntie got cancer, my little cousin, he on Crime Stoppers
+I don’t know what you know, but all I know is what I learned
+Pussy will kill you and 70 percent of these niggas turn
+So my mind lost, I grew up fatal
+Big Rope, Growl Nitti, this is Cain and Abel
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pussy Ass Nigga[Lil' Boosie]
+Pussy ass niggas
+Take this song how you want
+Take this song how you want
+
+Ol' pussy ass niggas
+Faggot ass niggas, ratting ass niggas
+Take this song how you want
+Take this song how you want
+
+Niggas still wanna see me dead
+Cause I'd done made a lil' deal
+Still hating for real so I stay with my steel
+You play with this here nigga
+You gon' learn something
+
+Piss over his body while he dead
+Then I'm gon' burn something
+Now you can find me nine deep
+'Cross the track in my all black Monte Carlos
+
+What you know 'bout that?
+'Bout them boys, chop them boys
+If you can't shine like us nigga
+You better watch us, boy
+You pussy niggas know one thing
+I'm 'bout my meal
+And it still the same shit
+Check gula, check treal
+
+And I been told ya niggas follow me
+I have the ticket
+And I been told ya niggas
+One day I'm gon' be the sickest
+
+And I hate a pussy nigga
+I take a pussy
+I'm asking god please
+Why you make a pussy nigga?
+
+Pussy nigga, I'm gon' show you
+How it suppose to go, thug
+Brang that drama show
+That, nigga, ain't no hoe in my blood
+
+Ol' pussy ass niggas
+Faggot ass niggas, ratting ass niggas
+Take this song how you want
+Take this song how you want
+Take this song how you want1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real SlowLil Boosie Bad Azz
+Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga
+Real Slow
+
+I Roll Slow Through The Ghetto Kid's Holla' Boosie
+This Life A Nigga Livin' Like I'm Starring In A Movie
+Fresh Out The Jacuzzi Lil Powder On My Chest
+Got 30 On My Neck Turk And Mel Just Cut The Check
+The Old People Hollin' Bad Azz Boy You Blessed
+Just Keep Your Head Up And Let God Do The Rest Cuz
+I Ride Clean With Gucci Glasses Eatin' Fettuccine
+In The Rooms With Savages Got The Screens In The
+Back Seat, Girls Screamin' In The Back Seats Black
+Tank, Black Hot With A Dime Piece Yeah I'm For Real
+And I Wake Up Every Morning Tryin To Get That Mil'
+Told My Momma I'ma Change You Will See That
+This World Full Of Trouble And I'm Boosie B
+The B That's For Bad Azz Fast Cash That's What A Nigga
+Chasing Headin' To The Top Cuz I Ain't Got No Patience
+
+[Chorus x2]
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
+I Made A Right On Murda Murda Huh
+Time To Smoke On Me Some Purple Purple Nuh
+Let My Top Back And Cock My Glock Back
+And Now I'm Cruisin' Night Time Hit Had To
+Quit Distributing I Called Up Fire Red
+She Say She Got Something For Me
+Shawty She Straight Thuggin' That Girl
+Can Take Something Eat Piccadilly
+Four Times A Day All The Bad Bitches
+Like Boosie You Ain't Gained No Weight
+Motivate Me Girl And Let Me Know I'm Da Shit
+Tell Em' Bout Me Girl So They Can Know I'm Da Shit
+I Let Down My Window And Stick Out My Wrist
+I Let The Doors Up And Jump Out Of My Shit
+And All The Chicks Be Fascinated Cuz I'm Fresh Faded
+The Hood Glad I Made It Get Your Bread Hatch Baby
+20 Miles Per Hour In The Heat Of The Night
+Crusin' Down Airline Livin That Life
+
+[Chorus x2]
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
+
+I Made A Right On Highland Road Saw Some Lil Niggas
+Throwing Fours The Lil Nigga In The Black Say Them 24's
+I Told Him Yea And You Can Get Em If You Get A Roll
+On The Block The Cops Hot So We Ride Slow
+No Beat Just The Highs And The Highs Low
+Stop At The Fina Got A Tee And A Bandanna
+A Baby Bottle Of That Lean And A Grape Fanta
+Got My Shit Cut Fresh By My Nigga Poohla
+Falling Asleep In The Chair Me And My Ruda
+I Had To Shake Back Quick Off Of Nestea
+Got Out The Chair Iced Up And A Fresh Tee Steve Harvey
+That's Me Car Up In Reverse I Put It In Drive
+One Designated Roller But We All Get High
+Slow Motion When We Ride But We All Go Live
+Comin Through That South Swerving Side To Side And We Ride
+[Chorus x2]
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
+Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
+Real Slow, Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Uh-oh, you know what time is
+Say Ivy, nigga. Do your thing nigga
+You still with us, believe that
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Ivy]
+I lone riding on a hunt, with a rocket launcher
+On my lap is a mac, a lil pocket monster
+Looking for some bitch niggas with some bitch ways
+I ain't shit, shaved, or bathe in 'bout six days
+My sick ways was handed down from bucking nigga
+You still alive to hear this song, then you lucky nigga
+Fuck it nigga, we can meet in front of your house
+Cause I finna grab this heat and run in your house
+You ain't 'bout what we 'bout, you drugged up
+We thugged up and y'all 'bout to get slugged up
+We mugged up in the club with this slugsta
+That's Lil Ivy in the building with his slug tucked
+
+[Outro: Lil Ivy]
+I'm a gangsta with some stars in the street game
+'Bout to introduce you to the fucking sleep game
+So peep, bang! Do the math and watch your ass (Fuck)
+You fucking with a gangsta that's for sure gon' blast, nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Kicking CloudsSmoke one for me nigga (Light that shit up out there nigga)
+Niggas gotta clear they mind sometime you know cause (sometime)
+Be a lot going on (people don't wanna see you happy)
+Lot of money (lot of snakes)
+Lot of haters (lot of haters)
+So I just ease my mind
+
+[Hook]
+When I need to clear my mind
+Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind
+And no, I don't really care
+I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there
+And I be kicking clouds, clouds, clouds
+Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
+Smoking something loud, loud
+Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
+
+[Verse 1]
+I just like smoking weed (What's wrong with that?)
+Feeling fine (What's wrong with that?)
+Kicking clouds
+Tryna have a lil peace of mind
+Always be like fuck my haters
+Sometimes I be like fuck the world (That's what I'm like)
+Fuck my girl
+Light up that real nigga
+And I dont really care cuz I'm fine
+Hanging out I dont have time
+You ain't like my kind
+I'm from a rare bloodline
+Just roll one for my nigga
+May he rest in peace
+Rolling up in them Boosie papers
+Smoking that Lil B
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Tonight I'm gonna get fucked up with my dogs (Fuck 'em)
+Nigga play with us
+We gon set it off
+And I smoke
+Tired of dealing with these bitches up in court
+Baby mama threatening me with child support
+Now that's some crazy shit
+I need a blunt and a cigarette
+For this crazy bitch
+Me against the world
+Stop talking bout me
+Me and my girl we girl scouting
+Let's take a ride on the high
+Smoke that loud with me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+And i be kicking clouds (So high)
+That real no Bobby Brown (This that shit i get high to)
+I smoke presidential (I smoke presidential)
+Y'all smoke artificial (So I)
+Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (In prison)
+Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (We missing)
+Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (We getting it)
+Roll one for my niggas
+Roll one for my niggas, fuck that!
+Roll one for my niggas!
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On Deck[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Boosie Badazz, I got mine
+On deck nigga, on deck nigga
+
+[Hook: Young Thug]
+I ain't never love these bitches
+Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
+Man I'm a hit my nigga
+Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
+My nigga we some anybody killers
+And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Man I'm a young rich nigga
+And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet
+If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check
+Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set
+I ain't lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer
+I'm a headshot, deadshot keep 'em weeping
+Don't cross fish now cause we beefing nigga
+Got a pass that make you not laugh
+Niggas want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols
+I don't love these niggas, fuck these niggas
+Walk up rah rah rah, crush these niggas
+Can't run, can't hide trust me nigga
+Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you nigga
+Yo, red you already know
+It's no pick and chooses they all got to go
+You want rap beef nigga, we can rap beef nigga
+Come see you perform and kill the whole show
+Who you playing with partna Ion think you know
+AR15 with a perfect scope
+Go hating ass bitches now you got free front row tickets
+Nigga to my murder show
+I'm a young rich nigga who be wilding
+Every nigga 'round me got at least one body
+So don't talk shit cause this Glock part of my outfit
+On deck, on deck nigga
+[Hook]
+I ain't never love these bitches
+Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
+Man I'm a hit my nigga
+Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
+My nigga we some anybody killers
+And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Man I'm a young rich nigga
+And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+I chop 'em, I pop 'em, I stop 'em, I hit 'em, I drop 'em, he lay down it's over
+My la familia we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty, we soldiers
+And them things on deck bet not fuck with this chain on my neck that's a don't do
+Ain't no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I'm gon' shoot
+With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip
+Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?]
+We strap we ain't just acting hard, real this ain't no camouflage
+Whole fleet clean I got fancy cars, whole fleet clean I got classy broads
+I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I'm John Wayne
+Certified and untamed and I'm blunt mane, Ion wanna fuck with a nigga who fuck with a nigga who uh
+Snuff a nigga, eye for an eye like them Russians nigga
+In my hood they ain't talking 'bout none my nigga but who can kill the most for the summer nigga, on deck nigga
+[Hook]
+I ain't never love these bitches
+Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
+Man I'm a hit my nigga
+Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
+My nigga we some anybody killers
+And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Man I'm a young rich nigga
+And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
+Young nigga got them things on deck
+Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Need U[Verse One]
+Like a dope fiend need his dope I need my money in stacks
+If it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats
+I need cash and plus I need it fast
+That's why I got a skimask if I ever need to blast
+Since I found out about you we been hangin like the fellas
+You the reason why I'm beefin wit them niggas who be jealous
+We gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend
+Jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten
+Its just like with ken so together we actin fools
+You the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge
+As long we pay our dues we gone sit back and just laugh
+Whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad
+I need ya
+
+[Chorus]
+Like a weed head needs to smoke
+Like a dope fiend needs his dope
+I need you
+Like a baby needs to cry
+If you go I swear I'll die I need you
+I need you
+Like a player needs to play
+We laugh and go from day to day
+I need you
+I found out all about you
+Now I can't live without you
+Ohh no ohh nooooo
+[Verse Two]
+Since I was small I been tryin to make some cheese
+Till I snatched a purse for 12 and went scored a couple p's
+And now I keep my sacks in a dorito bag my rocks in my mouth
+Plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south
+And now Im poppin it off and stackin green
+Got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17
+And plus I keep that thang in my hand cause I don't care
+Go to school with a grand and pull it out them hoes stare
+But tho without you I ain't shit
+I hate to say it but it's the truth
+On the slip these hoes fuckin me just to get to you
+We'll never have no problems shit as long you keep in touch
+And I love livin this life that's why I need so much
+That's why I need you so much
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse Three]
+You the reason why I went at home kickin doors off
+You the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth
+But at times I gotta sit back and wonder why you sin
+You the one that got my nigga in the feds doin 10
+We don't look at the bad calls we look at all the fun shit
+Hoes and fast cars and power to make you run shit
+As long as you comin I can't complain that's the game
+Like a weed head need his weed man I need my fuckin change
+If I didn't I'll be lame probably still on the corner
+Tryin to make two hundreds dollars off a ounce of marijuana
+But its times like this like when my problems getting deeper
+You got to understand niggas robbing cause they need ya
+They need ya
+[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Me & MamaI know Kanye still hurt
+I know I’ll still be hurt
+
+[VERSE 1]
+I still feel like I remember the first day I saw you in person
+Years of you hurtin’
+I blame me, and that’s for certain
+When I turn back the curtain
+My heart bleed from hurtin’ you
+A teacher at school
+Then comin’ home to teach a goon
+Sendin’ letters to prison
+Like son “I love you, see you soon”
+When we had no cover
+Me & my brother had you
+You kept us warm Ma
+Poverty livin’
+Thanksgiving, we beat the storm Ma
+Ain’t no woman like you
+Ain’t that tatted on my arm Ma
+Go to jail, call you
+Get sick, I call you
+Got rich, I brought you
+For every time that you cried
+Every time you stood right there
+And I looked in yo face, and lied
+And you knew I lied
+But you still smiled
+And said I love you
+That’s my muthafuckin’ dawg Mama
+[HOOK]
+Mama (Repeated)
+Mama I just want you to know (Love you Mama)
+Mama (Repeated)
+
+[BRIDGE]
+And Mama I just wanna say I love you
+If I never say I love you like I need to say I love you baby
+And Mama I just wanna kiss and hug you
+When I think about our struggle
+Now I spoil you, Happy Mother’s Day
+For Mama
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Now this 2nd verse for every time
+You brought them kids to see me in Angola
+Every time
+My soldier
+Every time
+I’m from that dirty
+I was gamblin’ early
+So she would hide my dice from me
+But she wasn’t tryna hurt me
+But Ma, we hurtin’
+You, yo bible, and yo cigarettes
+How I was livin’
+How could I tell her no mo’ cigarettes
+This was befo’ I smoked a cigarette
+Will get in her feelings if you go to sayin’ her son ignorant
+Knowin’ her son a thug
+But knowin’ she raised gentlemen
+Ma, I love you
+What we been through
+What we been through
+But we got through
+It’s ok
+That’s my muthafuckin’ dawg Mama
+[HOOK]
+Mama (Repeated)
+Mama I just want you to know (Love you Mama)
+Mama (Repeated)
+
+[BRIDGE]
+And Mama I just wanna say I love you
+If I never say I love you like I need to say I love you baby
+And Mama I just wanna kiss and hug you
+When I think about our struggle
+Now I spoil you, Happy Mother’s Day
+For Mama
+
+[VERSE 3]
+This for every time that I hurt you
+Every time that I cursed you
+Every time I hurt your heart
+Ma I never did it on purpose
+This for every time that you cried
+Every time I looked right in yo face and lied
+And you knew I lied, but you still smiled
+And said, I love you
+
+[BOOSIE TALKING TIL THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+You Ain’t My Friend (Friends)Frieeends...
+How many of us have them... Oh yeah
+Friends... How many of us have them... ohh uhh... ohh ohhh
+
+(Chorus)x2
+You ain't my wodie
+You ain't my round
+You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end...
+What happened to da friends we coulda been
+When I was down u ain't even come around(round)
+
+[Quick]
+Look, look
+Tryna keep it guudda but friends got me on my numbas
+Standin frontin and you ain't payin imma fuckin
+Ya stupid motha fucka
+Always thought that I was playin
+Now I gotta cut ya loose and letcha roam on the land
+It's time to be a grown man I caint hold ya hand
+Look I had love for ya people I hope they understand
+I did all I can
+When you went to jail I
+Bent over backwards for ya still ain't
+I coulda fucked yo main bitch but I had love for ya
+If ya got some gangsta shit Lil Quick was quick ta bust for ya
+Kick up dust for ya even put on cuffs for ya
+I hate to say it but now it's tough love for ya
+I ain't gone let this money change me
+You did it to ya self you ain't gotta explain ta me(explain ta me)
+I'm tryna send this message to my ghetto people
+Neva eva bite da hand that feed ya
+(Chorus)x2
+You ain't my wodie
+You ain't my round
+You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end...
+What happened to da friends we coulda been
+When I was down u ain't even come around(round)
+
+(Boosie)
+Say dawg look
+You can't lie
+I held it down through da thick and thin
+If I fuck witchu I'm like chucky friends til da end
+Ya meals at my house
+When I think about what happened tears wanna come out
+I've bent my back and been a hunded witcha
+If ya had pussy problems I used ta run it witcha
+Look what greed done a nigga
+So many friends in da wind since da money came
+Caint stand ta see me do my thang and that's a fuckin shame
+I gave my last
+The first time ya asked
+Momma like this fuckin heart gone get me zipped up in a bodybag
+Whateva happened to the real G(the real G)
+Who do life in da pen 'fo they let they fuckin stripes bleed
+We livin in da last days
+New friends uhh uhh
+Cuz badass been betrayed
+So treat 'em like slaves Father God punish them
+For punishin me
+Had me thinkin ? ?
+(Chorus)x2
+You ain't my wodie
+You ain't my round
+You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end...
+What happened to da friends we coulda been
+When I was down u ain't even come around(round)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Pains Run Deep[Intro]
+Oh lawd
+Oh lawd
+
+[HOOK]
+Too many dead on tha same street
+My pain run deep
+3 dead in tha same Jeep
+My pain run deep
+Prosecutor tryna frame me
+My pain run deep
+They shootin’ at me
+Tryna slain me
+My pain run deep
+
+[VERSE 1]
+You know I be wit’ that
+Vest on wit’ that choppa tho
+Will bang it all at Pappadeaux
+You, You, You
+All ya’ll
+The impossible
+I ain’t runnin’ from nobody
+We got problems
+We neglect it
+Only here to send 1 message
+Pussy boy
+You gon’ respect it
+Killed Ivy
+Tha whole car too
+So you know I can’t bar you
+On site if I saw you
+Dearly depart you
+Damn homie how they caught you
+Many nights
+Wish I could call you
+The same way I feel bout my father
+Lost Ghost
+It hurted harder than the muthafuckin’ kidney stone nigga
+Cuz that kidney stone sharp
+But this shit here long nigga
+Damn Titus
+I wish I could bond ya out nigga
+But they don’t want our money
+They wanna take us out
+[HOOK]
+Too many dead on tha same street
+My pain run deep
+3 dead in tha same Jeep
+My pain run deep
+Prosecutor tryna frame me
+My pain run deep
+They shootin’ at me
+Tryna slain me
+My pain run deep
+
+[VERSE 2]
+My nigga shot
+And he can’t breathe
+My pain run deep
+I wouldn’t have stopped
+They woulda got me
+My pain run deep
+Deathrow
+They tried to stop me
+My pain run deep
+Diabetes out this i.v
+Hospitals, hot pistols
+We can’t leave home
+If its not wit’ us
+Boy my life is in another league
+Duckin’ blues
+Blowin’ trees
+Fuck it
+I’m tha leader of tha crabs
+In the public, fuck it
+It’s ugly
+That money don’t mean shit right now
+I need surgery
+90 G’s or they won’t cut me
+My pain run deep
+I’m on tha table
+And I’m gettin nervous
+My pain run deep
+They put murders on my whole circle
+My pain run deep
+Tha bank
+They hit me for a half a ticket
+My pain run deep
+I been goin’ through some thangs
+I see blood in my eyes
+Too many thugs in tha street
+Who I loved
+They done died
+Murder 1
+Slide, slide
+Now a nigga baptized
+So many murders on our street
+We got murder on our mind
+Most of us ain’t read tha signs
+Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em
+When indicted for my crime
+Just cuz my cousin, my cousin
+Shit they gave that boy a dime
+My other cousin
+He got 30
+And he ain’t never been convicted
+All my life
+Man it been twisted
+Say a prayer to all tha kids
+Lick tha letter
+Send it to you
+Then you receive it on ya bid
+Me and tha police got a bad history
+Can’t stand them bitches
+Before they killed Alton Sterling
+They been spankin’ us niggas
+[EDITED HOOK]
+Too many dead on tha same street
+Southside, Eastside
+You know what they say on tha West Coast
+Too many gangstas on tha same beach
+Black Dickies
+And a white tee
+Soulja Ree’s
+
+[BOOSIE TALKING TO THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What About MeThis how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo
+
+[1st Verse]
+They holla Juvy, they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P
+They holla Akon, and J-Kwon, but what about me
+They youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie
+He buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look
+They holla usher and that lil jon shit
+They holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch
+They holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy
+Dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me
+What about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
+What about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about O.D.B
+What about DMC, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height
+But me I keep it G, what about c-loc, when I knew I was cold
+I was that nigga on the camp like I was 10 years old
+They holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher
+That reese and big song and I made headbusser,nigga what about...me
+
+[Hook]
+Thats how im feeling when I'm with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how I'm feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
+
+[2nd Verse]
+They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit
+They holla puff but I'm on that deathrow shit
+I'm on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
+That real faith shit that make you go spray shit
+They holla romeo and bow wow but what about Lil Boosie
+I want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
+I want to fuck with free and AJ and freestyle with tigger
+Blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal
+I'm thuggin and them major labels know that
+So they figure if they sign me one year later I'll have a toe tag look
+They holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick
+But I know somebody know something that boosie shit
+This ain't no beef song, this what I see when bet on
+And mtv on I'm peeping ya holmes
+Hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
+But the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me
+[Hook]
+Thats how im feeling when I'm with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how I'm feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
+
+[3rd Verse]
+Im trillville my damn self, I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons and def
+Got people rubbing they hair, I still ain't forgave myself
+Im feeling like tip, I'm tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp
+Yaw niggas listening to these rappers, they lying
+Dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder
+These niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools
+If you dont bump boo then the jokes on you
+2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit
+And buck down he started all that nasty bitch
+2Pac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run
+They holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though
+And youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me
+
+[Outro]
+They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me
+
+[Hook]
+Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
+
+[Outro]
+Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+This Is What Made MeBoosie Badazz nigga (Badazz) (Hood Nigga), this is what made me... this is what made me, Tell ya like this
+
+In this life of sin i learned alot about friends, how to write girls letters make em fall in a second by readin my cousin letters from the pen ( whats happenin Donkey?) My mama taught me Win so everything i played mane i thought that i could win. Shootin dice, thuggin, Got it from my big cousin Bronz, Hustlin got my mug from Ed lova. So many douobted me even my own brother feel a pain when he hit my mother but im too small so i cry and i run and hug em when daddy died ,when he left i became when he a hustler i learned about the streets can't make everybody happy and i ain't learn that shit till i became a daddy (baby mama) my heart broke by the coldest hoes ah broken home can't get along wit nobody at times mane
+
+This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (you ain't gon be shit) (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me
+
+Look , Fightin in the jets, a little man complexs i want my respect. God know i been thru so much fuckin shit today mane thats why i got so much to say no limit to cash money had me really cope (ima hot boy) chasin them cute girl back in middle school. My mama used to always read to me so i was smart but bad so smart i never failed my class. i got my temper from my dad, got my smile from my auntie phyllis, learned how to shoot the ball from my cousin deon he used to work tellin . when i was sick my mama and grandma Margie used to nurse me, Birdie Trina used to make me cry, uncle never stayed sober so i served him when i got older. All my ghetto heros are either dead or in the pen , seen my first nigga dead at 10. (whole street)
+
+This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me
+
+Fussin and fightin TQ , hatin on my own brother tyrna do what he do runnin with G's mane when times got crutical (gettin teased) my dude told me skate and rooster i remember , nigga put it in my hand as a kid shout out to Big and every nigga who kept me with it takin losses being around bosses tyrna figure how the pen point valchers , my struggle with diabetes , my struggle with wynita . the day paneill died when i said fuck the people my mama and family forgive me the only reason im livin when bullets flied they prayers help me survive ( straight up) . Had kids, became a man now im thankin them ( i heard this). Respect dont come off love it come on spankin niggas. Being talked about and critize made me shine and hurt you bitches eyes
+
+This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (you ain't gon be shit) (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Let Me Know[Chorus]
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me know
+What guys tryna sensual
+I wanna try and send you
+If you gotta feeling
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me know
+
+[Verse 1]
+I've been hurt once before
+Cried like a baby when I walked through the door
+Checking on my girl nigga making on my girl
+What then happen to my girl mama right she a hoe
+Mama know mama know
+That's what happens when a girl want more her lies to love a nigga
+Snake niggas can't trust a nigga
+Send my prayers wake up every morning
+Middle fingers in the air motherfucker
+Let me know what is gonna be on beat
+Either we fucking or we friends or we're down with speech
+Let me know let me know
+What it's gonna be
+You got my back in a lack if I'm on my knees
+If I lost everything would you hustle with me
+Lie understand if they bust a nigga
+Stay down for a thug really thug a nigga
+If I'm fucking with 'em zanes as you fucking with 'em
+Is it real or are we fucking let me know
+Is it real or we fucking is it real or we fucking
+If you with it then I'm with it let me know
+All I need is a thumbs up
+Let me know something
+[Chorus]
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me know
+What guys tryna sensual
+I wanna try and send you
+If you gotta feeling
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me know
+
+[Verse 2]
+Baby, I won't go just give me a phone call
+Legs to the ceiling giving you the feeling you never felt in your lifetime
+I know we feeling love I don't care shit I know when was the right time
+Your ass was running with niggas but you put up with 'em
+You were in your right mind
+You just waiting till I get my life together
+I'ma put some diamonds all up in your bed so she don't wanna leave
+We goin' do it better I want you dressed in more de-tas
+I want you dressed and just leather baby
+Yeah we goin' make the most jealous baby
+I look at you and I see the precious
+Leg on your body lets get it cracking leg on your body lets get it cracking
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah leg on your body lets get it cracking
+
+[Chorus]
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me know
+If you gotta feeling you love me
+I wanna try and send you
+If you gotta feeling
+Let me know let me know
+Just let me know let me knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Niggaz[Hook: Bando Jonez]
+Stay with my Niggas
+Yea I really miss my Niggas
+Stay one with my Niggas yea
+Yea I really miss my Niggas oh ohh
+Stay one for my Niggas
+Yea I really miss my Niggas
+Stay one for my my my Niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Just left the funeral crying
+Memories in my head of me and you on the grind
+Put my nigga down in ashe may his soul rest in peace
+Time to introduce you Niggas to the eight underneath
+Track life k's full when we swang on your streets
+Buss em up and we shut up when questioned by the police
+Ball park one of you niggas can Jose Canseco on your ass
+And when you from the power line lord save us your ass
+Finger crashed they dead on sight
+When we pull up bitch
+Our rap sheet open cases
+When you pull up clique Straight up on sight
+Broad daylight don't do no internet beef
+Can't swim in my sea i am jaws
+I got a million of some teeth
+I swang from both Sides when and we killing the empire
+Your don't know anybody you spray
+You murdered a G with A nickname with a clique
+Who really bout that shit mane
+Told my lawyer my Niggas loved me since elementary so why the fuck i need a hitman
+[Hook: Bando Jonez]
+Stay with my Niggas
+Yea I really miss my Niggas
+Stay one with my Niggas yea
+Yea I really miss my Niggas oh ohh
+Stay one for my Niggas
+Yea I really miss my Niggas
+Stay one for my my my Niggas5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wartime[Produced by $hop With Ken]
+
+[Intro: Gus]
+Ken stop the beat, I think I'm out of breath
+Start that bitch back
+
+[Hook: Webbie]
+These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time
+Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron
+Get out and explode and reload, and start firin'
+Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time
+These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time
+Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron
+Get out and explode and reload, and start firin'
+Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+At dark time, I spark iron, I'm real sick at nightfall
+Jump in my nigga's beef and call the shots if I don't like y'all
+Ask D, ask Trell, ask T, ask Mel
+When tears drop, I'm real hot, don't give a fuck about jail
+For 2 G's, you will bleed from your head to your toe
+Niggas do without the love but they need some bread and soap
+Webbie know how it is when we be beefin' that nigga
+Who made that song, he know it's on when I see him
+From 8 PM to 5, we alive off that X
+Doin' drivebys, hit the block and holla 'bout who's next
+This G shit, like sex, Gotta have and I like it
+I'm a dirty ass nigga, bust your head and fuck your wife
+[Outro: O-Dog]
+Aye homie you need some help?
+Uhh... uhh...
+*Gunshots*
+Punk ass nigga, come on niggas!
+------
+I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real Shooter[Intro]
+Man, what the fuck this nigga want?
+Shit 4:30 in the morning
+Calling a nigga this fucking early, this nigga crazy
+
+[Verse 1]
+Phone rang, it’s my nigga G tryna get some victims
+Boss man, what’s happening with ya, nigga?
+Let me clear the business
+Yo I got it but not this instance
+Yo boss, them boys slippin
+Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
+We ain’t talking if they come get us only statement
+Where’s my lawyer?
+You know Jason on the way, when the cold in [?]
+Not talking man what’s important
+Anybody can shoot
+Y’all go for all that shit
+But now them boys be with Boosie
+We stomp you out like a movie Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s
+Fuck with us boy you stupid
+We clutch and we all go use it
+Fuck with us y’all go lose it
+We won street wars, nigga
+So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
+I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
+Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars
+Smash and go eat tilapia
+Laugh at you over dinner
+Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing when we in that rental
+[Hook]
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+Lay by your house for you
+Or set the bitch off for you
+Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+
+[Verse 2]
+I know a man myth
+I know an old dawg
+These niggas love me
+They call me they big dawg
+It don’t matter who you is nigga
+We gon get the big dawg
+Cut the head off the body fall like when Ivy died
+Ride or die
+Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back
+Gon saw that he [?] since he had a fucking problem
+5 to the face, 6 to the body
+You know you die Ruger Red still on my passenger side, nigga
+[Hook]
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+Lay by your house for you
+Or set the bitch off for you
+Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
+I got the real shooter
+That’s in jail for it
+Ring a nigga bell for it
+They’ll never say no
+I got the real shooter
+
+[Verse 3]
+Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em)
+You better run from it (you better run)
+We got that bond money
+I got the real shooter
+(You better run from ‘em)
+(You better run from ‘em)
+We got that bond money
+I got the real shooter
+They like their homework (they do their homework)
+They like their homework (they do their homework)
+I got the real shooter
+They like their homework (they do their homework)
+They like their homework
+I got the real shooter
+We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
+On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
+We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
+On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
+Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways
+Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
+Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways
+Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+People Talk But Don’t KnowYo Yo Yo Yo
+
+Damn
+
+[Verse 1]
+Heard what they said about me (You heard?)
+Do you believe what you read about me
+Say my friends wouldn't be dead without me
+I heard they're 'posed to be ,real talk, scared about me
+Like I'm dead one talkin' (He ain't comin' home)
+Even say I ain't hood no more (Why?)
+Cuz they don't see me often
+Made fun of my cancer
+Like I was lyin' bout it
+While my family cryin' bout it
+So tell me why tha fuck would I be lyin' bout it (Huh)
+Stupid ass
+They threw jabs at my kids on Instagram
+Now I give a damn
+Hoe you hatin'
+Send yo location
+I'll send a killer clan
+They say I tried to bribe tha police
+When I had my pistol
+You'll rather me talk shit nigga
+Cuz you don't wanna see me whisper
+Shhhhhh
+[Chorus]
+People talk, but don't know (Repeated)
+
+[Verse 2]
+They say that I'm crazy
+They say I was raised wrong
+Say my music was weak (What?!)
+How can it be weak when it's deep
+You just don't know nuthin bout tha streets
+In court, I was called an animal
+They say I'm a leader of wolves
+Tha police
+They lied up in court
+All of this shit was coerced (For real!)
+Tha people they talk in tha streets
+Like they know everybody business
+You bunch of bitches
+Bringin' up names they think did it
+You act like a whole fuckin' witness
+Tell me this
+Was you at the crime scene hoe? (Tell me that)
+Did you see it from tha car?
+If you saw it from ya car
+Did you have on ya high beams hoe?
+This how I know
+[Chorus]
+People talk, but don't know (Repeated)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Sticks and stones may break my bones
+And words might even hurt me
+But dirt on my name
+They searchin'
+My haters, they so thirsty
+They said that they murked me
+On YouTube, they said I died up in a car wreck
+Said I had a fake rapper on stage
+Rappin' for me
+And ya'll bought that
+What you call that
+Deceitful motherfuckers
+Evil motherfuckers
+Ya'll cowards
+Any nigga talk down on me
+Yo mouth sour
+They even down talk my women
+Cuz them hoes wanna be my women
+So they talk, but don't know
+
+[Chorus]
+People talk, but don't know (Repeated)
+[BOOSIE TALKING]
+Motherfuckers talk about ya like they know ya
+Talk about ya like a dog
+They don't even know what's goin' on
+
+Talkin' bout other people kids
+What about yo kids
+Talkin' bout how people raise they kids
+Where yo baby daddy at
+What you got
+What's yo goal in life
+But you talk about everybody you see
+
+Gul look, that hoe sha
+No bitch, you sha
+For worrying bout that hoe
+But I understand what you do though
+
+Talk, but don't knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+EverythingSeen my cousin get shot
+Wit a 44 Magnum
+Blastin'
+Saw Lil Ivory laid out
+On side his Benz
+Wit all our friends dead too
+Tragic
+Turned on the tv today
+Say my main man dead
+From gunshots
+Shot up in his Caddy
+Diabetes mo than average
+These the eyes of a Savage
+
+[HOOK]
+I done seen everything
+I done damn near died
+I didn't lose my mind
+I done did everything
+Seen everything
+Did everything
+Man I done seen everything
+I done did my time
+I done slung some iron
+Man I done seen everything
+Did everything
+[VERSE 1]
+I done hustled wit all tha hustlas
+I done rapped wit all tha rappers
+Lil Titus and Big Baby
+I done trapped wit all tha trappas
+Doodie, Bronson, and Donkey
+I got a family full of jackas
+I done had money in tha bank
+And I done had money in a mattress
+In tha hospital like
+Mama
+I'm up in pain
+I just come from Death Row
+This ain't a game
+I just come from gettin cancer out my kidney
+Feel my pain
+My lil got 50
+He stayin solid on my name
+
+[HOOK]
+I done seen everything
+I done damn near died
+I didn't lose my mind
+I done did everything
+Seen everything
+Did everything
+Man I done seen everything
+I done did my time
+I done slung some iron
+Man I done seen everything
+Did everything
+[VERSE 2]
+I done seen my own brother
+Show me he ain't love me
+It brought tears to my eyes again
+I just seen my own cousin
+Steal from her lil cousin
+It brought tears to my eyes again
+I just seen tha man above us
+Change my big cousin (Trell)
+Donkey prayin for our safety mane
+I just lost one of my brothers
+Rest in peace my nigga Busta
+We gon forever ever rep ya name
+Another funeral
+
+[HOOK]
+I done seen everything
+I done damn near died
+I didn't lose my mind
+I done did everything
+Seen everything
+Did everything
+Man I done seen everything
+I done did my time
+I done slung some iron
+Man I done seen everything
+Did everything
+[VERSE 3]
+I done seen my Mama hurtin’
+But don’t ask for shit
+I watched Lil’ Tulu go down
+I seen the ratin’ shit
+I lost 20 pounds in 13 days
+Thinkin’ death
+I felt tha cancer shit
+Still he answered me (GOD Good)
+I saw death so close
+I was right there
+I seen the balcony
+All them unmarked cars
+I seen them after me
+Money make people look at you different
+I seen tha faculty
+Money make niggas spend all they wishes
+I seen the athlete
+Locked in that 6 by 6 jail
+Boxed
+Facin’ that needle
+And not tha one at tha doctor
+Doc I been needin’ to see you lately
+Cuz lately my diabetes
+It been shaky
+I’m strictly out tha mud
+Man I done met some niggas shaky
+Gotta watch ‘em close when they gamble
+And make ‘em shake em
+Niggas be jealous when I start scorin’ a 4 and a baby
+I seen our women turn evil
+And play them games wit’ a baby
+I done seen everything
+Talkin everything
+I done did everything
+I done seen everything
+I done seen Mama cryin’
+Readin’ her bible
+I done seen Daddy tear up tha house behind a lighter
+I done seen Bosses go to jail
+But only a few write him
+I done seen niggas go in they cell
+Lose hope and grab that ropeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thug Prayer[Intro]
+Say thug I’m tired as a mofucka
+I’m finna say my prayers and lay it down
+
+[Hook]
+Before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the lord my soul to take
+
+[Verse 1]
+Dear God keep evil away from me
+Watch people who hate on me
+Those who out to harm me
+Give me signs and at least warn me God
+Make my trips safe when I leave make me return
+Any friendship that I have think of greed
+Then let it burn
+Keep the light in the road
+Deduct the darkness
+I sleep with women who evil women
+Let me just fuck em and be heartless
+Be my rock God
+Keep me humble no matter how big I grow
+Keep me not satisfied so I want more
+Let my hustle grow
+When they shoot at me, make their eyes like Stevie Wonder
+When my big break come
+Let em see my hunger and feel my struggle
+Don’t let my past be my future
+Don’t let my family turn against me
+When I pray I need your undivided attention
+[Hook]
+Before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the lord my soul to take
+Before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the lord my soul to take
+
+[Verse 2]
+You and I know that I got sins
+But all wrong ain’t wrong
+If anybody understands is you so call me home
+Wanna live long but that’s up to you
+I know you got more shit for me to do
+I know you got more kids for me to preach it to
+I went to church and see em leech off you
+Pitiful the same things that a nigga do
+I’ve seen the preacher shit on you
+For love and monetary gain like a killer do
+That catholic ain’t know that was a faggot
+Who he whispering to
+So before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+And if he with the illuminati
+Don’t let him stand by me
+This nigga try to shake my hand
+Keep my hand private
+I know I’m here for a reason, know why
+They would have been got
+[Hook]
+Before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the lord my soul to take
+Before I lay me down to sleep
+I pray the lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the lord my soul to take
+
+[Outro]
+Our father who art in heaven
+Hallowed be thy name
+Thy kingdom come thy will be done
+On earth as it is in heaven
+God I really feel I belong in heaven
+They say ask and you’ll receive
+Send me to heaven God
+Forgive my sins and I’ll forgive those who trespass against meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cocaine Fever[Intro/Hook]
+He got you too
+Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up
+Cocaine Fever (x2), ya mom and dad prolly tried it before
+Cocaine Fever (x2)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm a fuckin' 80s baby, so really I get it
+My cousin pushed the weight, while my family smoked the crack rock
+Heard mention my heart when my favorite uncle smoked the crack rock
+Now his super bowl ring gone for the crack rock
+Daddy never comin' home, mayne that shit strong
+You ever smelt a dirty dirty, mayne that shit strong
+Have ya head twisted when that shit hit ya home
+Sister sellin' pussy cause she can't leave it 'lone
+I'm from a family tree of hustlers, playas, felons and fiends
+When they tell ya that you can't get rich, it's just a dream
+Well here it is nigga, nobody believin' in they self
+Here it is nigga, you know what that is
+
+[Hook]
+Cocaine Fever (x2), my daddy was a dealer what is you talkin' about
+Cocaine Fever (x2), you got it too
+Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up
+Cocaine Fever
+[Verse 2]
+Damn that girl crazy, (yup) that's that coke up in her blood (yup)
+Her momma used to pop all them pills wit her daddy in the club
+Damn that lil boy don't pay attention, shit his daddy was the plug
+He been havin' eyes on him since a cub, coke affectin' him
+Look at Bobby cocky, bobby you done got slim (damn bobby)
+Them hoes gettin' turnt out, pimps done lost money (damn hoe)
+I ain't nun but nine or ten, but I know what it is (what it is)
+I just found a crack pipe and I know it's his
+In 1997, ('97) they had a rapper out New Orleans
+Used to talk about snortin' dope (snortin' coke)
+He dropped that Chopper City and every youngster from Baton Rouge to that city, they was snortin' coke
+
+[Hook]
+Cocaine Fever (x2), Free B.G., Free B.G
+Cocaine Fever (x2), you addicted can't stop sellin' dope
+Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up
+Cocaine Fever (x2), you addicted can't stop sellin' dope
+
+[Verse 3]
+First the coke was high, then the rich got treated
+Turnt it into crack, and the prices got cheaper
+Frames got small and our brains got weaker
+The money off the crack made us kill our own people
+I did the same thing, I used to serve my own people
+Never in my head that I murked my own people
+Niggas tryna eat, hustle coke like its legal
+2005 was live, Jeezy heated up the fever
+Now Boosie got the fever now
+[Outro]
+Cocaine FeverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Clips and ChoppersChopper city in my neighborhood
+South Baton Rouge
+Nigga, what?
+4's up, 4's down
+Long clips and choppers
+In this hood where they don't give a damn
+From the top to the bottom
+It's Chopper City in the ghetto, yeah, we on that lever
+Flippin' and turnin', I hope you niggas 'bout whatever
+50 or 100 man, we'll send you to the devil
+I work this bitch like donkey or last level
+Every block gotta chopper or two to clear the whole set
+Don't give a fuck when it's time to bust
+From the top the the bottom they don't give a fuck
+Nigga get them choppers out the closet and come and hit you up
+Extended clips rip a hole in your fuckin' stomach
+When the war over with that's when they really comin'
+So I take my fuckin' money and I buy 'em all
+'Cause my niggas be in beef summer, winter, spring and fall
+It's Iraq in the hood, ain't really no stacks in the hood
+They puttin' choppers in your face up in South Baton Rouge
+Cut the barrel, make it short, that's that track shit
+Catch you at the red light, smashin'
+Long clips and choppers
+In this hood where they don't give a damn
+From the top to the bottom
+2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'
+Long clips and choppers
+Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
+From the top to the bottom
+2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'
+Remember tryna snatch a purse in the South
+And now I'm slangin' choppers with a hundred round burst in that South
+I ain't got no scared aim, I ain't shootin' through no car
+I do walk ups and stand offs, put barrels in your mouth
+For my boulevard niggas, DB and Dane
+Still send the money, all this for real, I never change
+Motherfuck, weak fans, it's a uptown thang
+I fuck with cane and I'mma die behind this lane
+You niggas ain't no killas, you niggas shootin' in the air
+And since Ben gone, I never play fair
+Catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I'm bare
+Like fuck a rap for real, bitch, come take this bloodbath
+Say fool, on the real I fuck with you
+But fuck them other niggas that ain't nothin' like they do
+They don't throw 'em like we throw 'em, they don't bone like we bone
+It's a uptown thang so they find they can't cope
+Long clips and choppers
+In this hood where they don't give a damn
+From the top to the bottom
+2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'
+Long clips and choppers
+Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
+From the top to the bottom
+2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lawd Have Mercy[Intro]
+South Baton Rouge this the baddest place in the whole wide world stand up y'all lawd have mercy...
+Yah man remember the baddest place in the world South Baton Rouge lawd have mercy... Roosevelt Street Project Nigga (boosie badazz)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fresh off the project step is Boosie
+We went from shooting Uzis to shooting movies
+Mr cogee man you can't take that from me (ah ah)
+One shot for Ivy, he showed me how to save money
+Walking to school with a tool and a bag of weed (fire)
+Never knew that the feds would be after me (oh)
+Casualty after casualty it's real
+I hustle on the hill where walter got killed (woah)
+Seen alot of shit man I did alot that's probably why it took so long for me to hit the top
+Ask nuck I don't back down from shit
+I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick
+I slung eye with everytime grinding till I shine (let's get it)
+Dickies and tee'z till I made my first fifty g'z So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me we from the same hood South Baton Rouge
+
+[Hook x2]
+Can't knock my hustle
+Lawd have mercy
+Can't stop my shine
+Yah man
+Shoul ain't my friend
+Lawd have mercy
+Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
+Yah man
+[Verse 2]
+Pick them out line them up like jeezy say
+Niggas can't out hustle me on a freezy day
+I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say
+Any nigga steal from me will steal off Jesus' plate
+Hard times in the ghetto we was lost
+No school no job me and Busta rob
+Became a boss took losses couldn't cry nigga
+Sucked it up told my main man double it up
+When my label wouldn't drop my shit
+Ain't get mad I went got them bricks
+I had a Jacob like 50 cent
+In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga
+I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years
+Still ain't satisfied that's how scopio's is
+Hot like hot fries Southside baptized bitch am a hustler you can see it in my eyes eyes
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Guess what? next up is the haters
+They test us but get ate like sweet potatoes
+Heads bust niggas go running to the people
+But swear to god that they thugging like it's legal
+Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q
+I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother
+Save change 8 gallons already saved trust funds man my kids alreadyy paid
+Still gamble shoot the 50 with my with my real niggas
+Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big
+So my hustle a mothafucka man you feel me man
+Hustle cross the track call me Penny Wayne
+Money stash to the side I got a load of it
+Facing to gun charges I need more of it
+Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die
+Kingpin of the Southside certified
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta Shit[Verse One]
+If you ain't heard I'm Lil' Boosie who be rappin bout that gangsta shit
+Ain't satisfied unless I'm high and my bank get thick
+I'm the most underestimated rapper walkin the streets
+Niggas on videos with money but can't talk it like me
+Cause they ain't sour like me
+Shit in two seconds you down
+My first album ain't no joke
+How would you think my second would sound
+Hope to make it in this rap game I gotta get rich
+Go from gin and juice and henny to a bottle of cris
+Put yo four's up in the sky if you feelin my rhymes
+Might be local for now but I'm still gone shine
+Put my doggs on Garfield who told me don't stop
+Keep rappin and that's whats happin and for sho you gone pop
+So I kept my head up and spoke the real from the heart
+Fuck around you will get down thank I'm still a lil boy
+You got another thang comin you ain't fuckin wit no ho or no woman
+And fo down is the hood I'm from
+
+[Hook: repeat 4X]
+If you ain't heard I'm Lil boosie who be rappin bout that gangsta shit
+Nigga I'm bout that gangsta shit
+
+[Second Verse]
+Niggas getting the picture but don't want to put me in the frame it's a shame
+I rap harder than any nigga you name
+From weed to caine I distributed all
+And for everybody who want see Lil' Boosie fall man fuck yall
+And throw up chain defenses
+I'll go off like I'm Caine in Menace
+Listen nigga I ain't finish
+Look you niggas smiling in my face you ain't my round
+I'll put that fuckin iron up in your face and lay you down
+I'm thuggin nigga
+I gotta Firebird and a cutlass nigga
+And that whole south gon' ride if you touch it nigga
+Now lets go hop up in the bucket nigga lets get high as the fuck
+Show this nigga the consequences for drivin his nuts
+I need a fifth of Mad Dog cause I'm finna act dog
+Show this nigga how we livin cross the track dog
+You better back off or I'mma hit this nigga with this hot shit
+Just sit back and watch this
+[Hook: repeat 4X]
+
+[Verse three]
+Well it don't get mo' gangsta, gangsta than that nigga Lil B
+Runnin raps that fuck yo head up and still flippin that d
+You gone need a navy of niggas you play with me nigga
+Plus I got a black nine beam and it stay wit me nigga
+What yall know about them fours
+If we can't put it on the map
+We finna put it on the globe (whoa)
+Call the coroner nigga I'm warnin you nigga
+I ain't fearin none of you niggas I dump on you niggas
+You fuckin wit a cave man I might be small but I'm brave man
+In yo lap I'll have yo head layin
+You fuckin with a mastermind ain't gon' be too many after mine
+Cause they can't rap it how I'm rappin mine
+Shit lets go hop up in the Bonneville show those dummies its real
+All these bullets in this chopper how no one get killed
+Nigga I'm bout that gangsta shit
+And fuck every nigga who say I ain't the shit
+
+[Hook: repeat 'til song ends]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Keep It GuttaI raised up my project window
+And I smell Indo
+Hollered at my kin folk
+After that I big smoke
+I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways
+All of my cousins bustin' K's
+So I was lead astray
+And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death
+I never once, thought bout blinking myself
+Cause I got bank to accept!
+
+You heard that green and yellow cd
+That bitch gutta!
+The world-wide struggle
+Or the one about my mother (Child so bad)
+I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali
+With the Bloods and Crips
+See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit!
+I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood
+So I'm tryin' to make a mil
+And get the fuck out Baton Rouge
+
+I wish 2Pac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you
+I betcha 2Pac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
+And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion?
+(Shiiit)If he did
+I know he saved a spot for his kid
+And we gone G' it!
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
+Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
+Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
+Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!
+
+Verse two, is for my hearse crew
+Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
+Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
+When we was slangin' nine
+And had these niggas scared of us!
+My hood full of floods (floods)
+But my hood full of thugs
+Who in that pen
+Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch
+
+And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
+Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see
+Like you bein' locked up, til 2003
+When you 'posed to be out chea
+Flickin' and ballin like me
+And all I see, is eyes on me
+So like Pac
+I hope it's not another fucking robbery
+
+I ain' no rookie!
+Fourteen, sellin' cookies!
+Had all the hoes looking!
+And ya know why nigga
+Because I'm gutta!
+My pants hang low
+My eyes looking wicked too
+My throwback cost 400
+It's from 1952!
+And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)
+If you wanna leave this club
+I suggest
+You don't come around here and try to beef with us
+This for my niggas and guhls
+Keep ya head up!
+And I'mma keep my bread up
+And make ya throw the set up!
+I'm keepin' it gutta!
+
+[Hook]
+
+What you about robbing to eat
+What you about peeping yo hood out
+To see who want ya to cease
+That's the beginning
+The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion)
+Then I'm threw
+Sign all my niggas deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
+I was led on this path to hate
+Since I was little
+Across the street a ship plant
+And next door a fuckin' killer
+
+Calvin Ricks was the shit
+It wasn't no ridin' in South
+I use to joy his purple jeep
+When I walk in my house
+And on my chedda chase
+I done saw better days
+Never thought my selfish ways
+Have me blowing purple haze
+It hurts to say (Hurts to say)
+That my daddy left this world
+I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl
+But he can't, so I drink
+Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)
+Smoke dro, by the ounce
+And sip syrup, by the pint
+Ain' too many can fuck with me
+That's on my generation
+Shouts out to all my niggas
+And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck You(Intro:)
+F**k You (repeat through intro)
+Waz sup Waz happenin
+This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge
+Howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo ass outta jail)
+Now look at the bad bitches nigga
+F**k them industry niggas
+Niggas made it hard on me
+But ima keep it in the streets
+Long as i got my cds nigga im straight
+Ya heard me nigga
+Lets go this real nigga shit haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..
+
+(Weebie:)
+Damn nigga how you do it like that
+Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
+Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
+21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that
+Play mad games wit me
+I'll do ya like that
+I'm a grown man
+Bitch pursue me like that
+Smoke nothin' but the best
+Cruise and lay back
+With some trill niggas
+That I knew just way back
+Still young
+I ain't caught my first murder case yet
+Stay scrappin'
+And can't wait to push a nigga face back
+Number one on 1-oh-6
+Still around the racetrack
+Still hangin' in the mix
+Where I ain't safe at
+I'm on some foolishness shit
+With these rugers and shit
+I'm on some run in your house bitch
+You move and get hit
+I can't take out my grill
+Cause I can't take out this reel
+I'm the savage shit trille
+And from my heart man I feel
+(Chorus:)
+Nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+Nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+
+(Pimp C:)
+I did your bitch outta pocket
+Put some dick in her ass
+I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on glass
+I'm a young pimp nigga
+With a whole lotta swagger
+And I roll like a stone
+Like my name Mick Jagger
+Pussy niggas can't f**k with the pimp in the savage
+We gettin' sucked in every city
+Make a whole lot of cabbage
+Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't shit
+Some real trille niggas for life up in this bitch
+I never go to war without that motherf**kin' gun
+Down south bitch we like DMC and run
+Like chuck D say bitch my oozie weigh a ton
+I might be on parole but bitch I'll knock out ya lungs
+I come from the city where they sell cocaine
+Ya get caught sniffin
+Niggas knock out ya brain
+Leave a lump in ya lap
+Your tongue in your dash so I bust 17
+And I smashed the gas
+(Chorus:)
+Nigga
+
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+Nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+
+(Lil Boosie:)
+F**k you nigga
+My bloodline sicker
+Make a quarter outta nickel
+Been like that since I was little
+From the hood
+Where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
+Swishas drink liquor bang a nigga
+Southside gangsta nigga
+F**k everything you goin' through
+Badazz'll punish you
+Show no love
+Love will get you killed
+So here we come for you
+Gats a gat a stack's a stack
+My click they'll beast
+It's goin' down where we roam
+In the hotel suite
+Old lady gone crazy
+Caught me rollin up 3
+Beat that pussy out her drawers
+And I put her to sleep
+You bullshittin' with me
+Boy my nerves stay bad
+Get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya ass
+(Chorus:)
+Nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+Nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga
+F**k you
+And you better not say shit nigga
+F**k you
+Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
+F**k you
+You ain't got none of that shit nigga
+
+(Outro:)
+F**k all yall niggas
+If you ain't rollin' with us
+F**k you nigga
+Nigga makin' all these broad statements
+You'll be on a motherf**kin' shirt
+Nigga
+Face the shit nigga
+If your ass washed up you washed up
+It's a new era nigga
+For this gangsta shit
+And we don't play no games
+Yall niggas be rappin' bout that shit
+But we put that tool on yo bitch ass nigga
+Go shit yo ass down nigga
+Garbage ass nigga
+Bfi ass nigga
+Nigga we got in this shit straight off you know
+Real shit
+We got in these streets our damn self
+Nigga makin these
+We goin' let that shit go
+But you know what
+F-U-C-K- You muthaf**ka nigga f**kEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wrong Role ModelThe wrong role model
+Oh lawd
+
+[VERSE 1]
+I got infatuated wit’ tha dope dealers
+They life, and they hairstyle
+Bandanas and gold teeth
+And the women they fuck
+Guess I grew up in tha fast lane
+Infatuated wit’ tha finer thangs
+At tha mall we would window shop
+At jewelry and diamond rings
+Respect, we salute off top
+To tha big dawg who run tha block
+From Monday to Sunday
+Him and his runners, they run tha shop
+Michael Jordan was a muthafucka
+But Calvin was GOD to us
+Crazy ‘cause we worshipped tha one
+Who hurt our family, sell hard to us
+
+[BRIDGE]
+Role model
+Larry Hoover shit
+Rayful Edmond shit
+Role model
+Pablo shit
+Rick Ross shit
+But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
+I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
+Shoulda went that way
+But I went tha other route
+Me, Lil Bleek in front Grandma house
+Spray you, u come in front Grandma house
+Tryna be our role models
+We ate in front my Grandma house
+Damn look at my role models
+Dead or stuck in prison
+Guess when you get too much
+They come and they get ya
+[HOOK]
+I think I had tha wrong role model
+Me & U
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For you and you
+It’s safe to say
+I had tha wrong role model
+Oh lawd
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For your child
+
+Talk to ‘em Bad azz
+[VERSE 2]
+You might want jewelry like me
+Get pussy like me
+But is you really down to take care all of them children like me
+Half my niggas in tha ground
+Show you want hittas like me?
+Show u wanna live tha life I live
+U might not make 23
+Fo’ you ever try to be like me
+Rather you be 23
+Michael Jordan
+Cuz my life is for the dangerous and deep
+I get blamed for a lot of pain
+My life ain’t built for tha weak
+Is you gon’ cry when ya nigga die
+Or put his killa to sleep
+I send a prayer to all tha lil ones
+Who grew up livin’ like me
+Hope you make it, some way, some how
+And go and get it like me
+But don’t be slippin’ like me
+Be wit’ yo pistol like me
+Is u gon’ buss behind yo shit
+Sho you won’t be drippin like me
+Can you guerilla hustle if you fall
+Go get that ticket like me
+Camp J, Angola bound
+When u get ignorant like me
+U want be Boosie
+Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me
+I was raised to think that sellin’ dope tha only way u get rich
+Real shit
+[HOOK]
+I think I had tha wrong role model
+Me & U
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For you and you
+It’s safe to say
+I had tha wrong role model
+Oh lawd
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For your child
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Let me take you back
+When I was in a daze lookin’
+Fo’ I ever got some pussy
+If you wasn’t a bad azz
+People would thank that you was pussy
+All my uncles trained me
+Boosie you can’t be no pussy
+Showed me how to be a gangsta
+And they showed me how to cook it
+This tha baking soda (Whip It)
+This tha purple so (Sip It)
+He’s a jacka, he might wack ya
+This is serious
+Kill him (I feel him)
+Then he went to runnin’ all them gangsta stories
+Bout Boo Milton nem
+When 2Pac came to tha bottom
+And I was feelin’ him
+I used to drank tha whole bottom
+Silk & Slim was my role models
+I went to tha pen
+Look what you did
+I had tha wrong role model
+Black Jesus up out that bottom
+Big Rowe always sold me fire
+And Big Hammer was a legend to me (Thug in Peace man)
+[HOOK]
+I think I had tha wrong role model
+Me & U
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For you and you
+It’s safe to say
+I had tha wrong role model
+Oh lawd
+So I just might be tha wrong role model
+For your child
+
+[BOOSIE TALKING TIL THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Drake On[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+G shit, say something
+Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
+I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+I got Murder Was The Case on
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I've been riding up and looking
+When I find you lil pussy
+I'ma slam you, and bam you
+I'ma grab you by the pussy
+Shit I'm from Louisiana, we call it Chopper City
+Me and my partner stop the city, welcome to Chopper City
+Mink coat, Draco
+Keep that itty bitty boy in the back seat
+Keep that itty bitty boy in the trap geeked
+30 more in the clip on the back seat
+I ride and I listen to Boosie
+I turn up the bass, I rub on (?)
+I'm ready for missions to do it
+I'm doing it nigga
+Didn't want the automatic fire on your pussy ass
+You know I'm bout to ride on your pussy ass
+Head down when you see me
+Can't even look a nigga in the eye with your pussy ass
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+G shit, say something
+Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
+I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+I got Murder Was The Case on
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
+I'm a country nigga, run the city
+Got a team of killers and they riding with me
+Money thing gon' bring envy
+Can't play fair cause these suckers iffy
+I fill the cup up with Henny
+Paranoid, ride with the semi
+It ain't no rest for the weary
+With the tool I can see clearly
+Bump all y'all (?)
+Young niggas swipe a credit card
+Real ones gon' take the charge
+Mouth closed stead of acting hard
+Hate when niggas acting like a broad
+In your eyes I can see the fraud
+End up snitching on his whole squad
+Real nigga, won't spare the rod
+I'm riding around with the banger
+The police, they getting the finger
+Full of that liquor and flavor
+Waving that thing out the Wrangler
+I don't agree with no haters
+Spectators are really debaters
+I'm I'm into chasing the paper
+Straight up, I don't need a chaser
+Riding around with a bankroll
+Rest in peace my nigga Bankroll
+Streets go when I say so
+(?) with that Draco
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+G shit, say something
+Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
+I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+I got Murder Was The Case on
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+Got the semi automatic rifle in the backseat
+Three deep in the Cherokee
+Street sweep three deep, where you gon' run bitches?
+You scared of me
+Being a bitch, I will never be
+I'm on that 2Pac feeling heavenly
+I ride down the street with my weaponry
+I ain't in the mood for (?)
+I'm Ox, I hope they don't Belly me
+Ride late night with your thug, how the thug life
+(?) fucked up looking at the club lights
+Riding with my nigga with my finger on the trigger
+Let me fuck pussy nigga ain't got no Draco
+My lil nigga just got out the groovy
+He jumped in and told 'em put Boo on
+Went and got in my Chrome 25 and took 'em a ride through the school zone
+Turnt up on that gangster shit
+I'm in my zone, I've been getting bands
+My niggas be turnt up on that gangster shit
+Lotta lean and a lotta Xans
+Nigga hanging out the window when it hit the fan
+Nigga come and get the money, put it in the bag
+Got a hundred round drum, bitch don't run bitch
+Free my cousin (?) and that nigga Chad
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+G shit, say something
+Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
+I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
+Riding around with my Draco
+I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on
+I got Murder Was The Case on2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pressure[Intro]
+That my li nigga, he slide on anything, he pressure
+He don't feel nothing, he'll test ya
+He built different, he steal niggas
+Back to back we drill niggas
+That my lil nigga, he slide on anything, he pressure
+
+[Chorus]
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+You ride for me, I ride for you
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I'll slide for you, you slide for me
+
+[Verse] - Boosie
+I'm out the whip
+You tried to caught me
+(Got realer now)
+You got your voice, I got the pump
+(It got triller now)
+Soon as we see him
+We up and he slump
+(So savage nigga)
+Fuck him, he dead
+Shouldn't of done what he done
+(Li rapper nigga)
+4KTrey like YB
+Spare none
+(It get sloppy nigga)
+Boy said he gonna slide me
+Must be scared you ain't done it nigga
+Yea my dawg, my dawg
+Im dropping a bag if he caught him
+Quarter million on yo head get you smashed in the mall
+(Told my dawg)
+[Chorus]
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+You ride for me, I ride for you
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I'll slide for you, you slide for me
+
+[Verse] - NBA Youngboy
+Who the fuck is this nigga?
+Just steady keep lookin
+I swear if we play we gon bust him
+My youngin gon stretch
+Won't be no discussion
+We clear out the scene it get ugly
+Put that iron on that boy
+In front of [?}
+Like he was gon touch
+Bitch it's 4KTrey Murder
+You know that we thuggin
+(I'll put that bitch i'm like fuck it)
+50 rounds on that drac
+When he come out the [?]
+We gon up with that bitch
+Then they bust his head
+That rap nigga frighted
+I know he scared and that fat nigga died for the shit he said
+But you we slang iron and the way we play it
+We hit him up outside where he stay
+I got 30 on 5, watch out how i say it
+59 shots and its full of led
+We was slanging that fucka
+I seen it, this was back gap when they ain't sign me
+Make a move with lil ben onside me
+Going hard with them hittas behind me
+Shoutout wooda, at the studio everyweek
+Niggas bitches, i know that blind see
+Niggas dashing ain't thought bout trying me
+[?] you niggas didn't sign me
+If you play with my mind that's overkill
+I told whop go to war [?]
+Big 38, imma keep it real
+Im big 38 A.I. i keep it sealed
+I ain't cutting no corners thats what it is
+I ain't changing my words fuck how you feel
+Young nigga came up and made half a mill
+You run up outta luck, bitch you outta here
+[Outro]
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+You ride for me, I ride for you
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I die for you, you die for me
+I ride for you, you ride for me
+I'll slide for you, you slide for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Me & my girlfriend[Chorus]
+Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend
+Protect me from my enemies
+Lost in the world me and me and my girl
+Hold me down through the misery
+
+[Verse 1]
+I ain't gonna lie that pussy Fire as a mutherfucker
+Already, when she fuck, she fuck steady
+Hole wide open, Finger fuck her and she Bust nutts everywhere
+Nigguh you love that dark hoe ! I take her everywhere
+She ride with me, she fly with me, on private jets..
+Go on on the levi and fuck her i call that rough sex
+All her body real good have her real smooth
+Pull her hair back when i fuck her might be fucken true
+I love her . because she never talk back to me
+Never take people's side, never leave me by my side
+She like to chill on my block and just chill wit me
+Pop a pill with me
+My bitch she keep it real with me
+The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
+They say the bigger the tick the deeper the root
+& she when i fuck her(dog), you feel me mane
+You pussy niggas ain't ready for her head game
+
+[Chorus]
+Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend
+Protect me from my enemies
+Lost in the world me and me and my girl
+Hold me down through the misery
+[Verse 2]
+She talk crazy to everybody, ain't got no respect
+She hate bitch(bitch), she like to spit on it
+Real standard bitch, she on that savage shit
+Her babies dry looking for dads its that parent shit
+Go to sleep wake up, she still look the same
+She say she love the way i touch her with my fucken hands
+She don't really like me to show her off
+Too many people have her going off. & you dont want that
+We been together since 13, but i cheated on her
+Met a bitch named April K and i seed'ed on her
+She the women these nigguhs respect my mind showed her ass
+On my d.d.d. I ain't lying
+Winter time we be chillen in the house but i know my bitch bought
+But im bought all the time
+I pray to God i never fall in love again
+I pray to God the same pray for live in
+
+[Chorus]
+Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend
+Protect me from my enemies
+Lost in the world me and me and my girl
+Hold me down through the misery
+
+[Outro]
+Eveywhere I go you know I keep this nena by my heel
+She ain't gonna let meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Motherless Child[Intro]
+He think he grown and he know it
+He think he grown and he show it
+Fatherless child, motherless child
+He think he grown and he know it
+He think he grown and he show it
+You separate bars from man to man from bars
+
+[Verse 1]
+Damn, Mikey
+Why you never talk to no one in school?
+Why you be actin' so rude?
+You ain't got no friends at all with you
+You walk home but I never see nobody walk with you
+Or talk to you
+Girls try to talk to you, it's like you cold inside
+You keep on walkin' on a bitch
+Kinda cold inside
+You don't even trust your friends
+'cause you never had a friend
+'cause your mother left you when you was 10
+Life full of sin
+Walk to the store with the fiends
+Conversate with the bums
+Got no goals in your life
+You ok with the slums
+He been broke since he was young
+He can't envision no peace
+His daddy smokin' the pipe
+His mama stuck in the streets
+Fatherless child
+[Chorus]
+He think he grown and he know it
+He think he grown and he show it
+He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+
+[Verse 2]
+Wake up cookin' fuckin' breakfast
+Iron his own clothes
+Cook his own fuckin' dope
+He don't trust hoes
+He too scared to be a daddy
+He don't trust hoes
+What you expect, his mama left
+He don't trust hoes
+My daddy left when I was 14, I was fatherless
+Nearly 14 up in the deep, real retarded shit
+I sleep and eat on Garfield, I was fatherless
+Connie can't tell me nothin' I don't wanna hear Taqueria shit
+My nigga Titus lost his mama
+Been sellin' dope since he was 9
+He say his Aunty his mommy and mad at his daddy
+Can't nobody make him go to school
+So he don't go, he ratchet
+He say fuck the world
+He get money he have to
+Motherless child
+[Chorus]
+He think he grown and he know it
+He think he grown and he show it
+He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+
+[Verse 3]
+Free all my niggas in prison
+Who need to be back with they children and siblings
+So they can have less fatherless children runnin' this Earth
+My niggas come from the dirt
+The mud is downgrade
+He got no mama and no daddy
+So fuck it he found Satan
+Fatherless child
+Lookin' for love he lost patience
+Got a pistol and went crazy
+Wishin' he was Wayne shit so he could call Baby
+This a fatherless child in a fatherless situation
+He never had a father and I want a rapper to replace him
+
+[Chorus]
+He think he grown and he know it
+He think he grown and he show it
+He need a meal, he feed his motherfuckin' self, homie
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+I know, fatherless child
+I know, motherless child
+[Outro]
+I know your pain
+Fatherless child
+[?]
+Motherless child
+The walk that he walk
+Fatherless child
+You might of lost your mom and your daddy
+Pray for that child
+This for that lil girl sellin' pussy
+Fatherless child
+For that lil nigga in juvenile detention center
+Pray for that child
+Pray for that child
+Fatherless childEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+U Down To RideYou down to ride nigga
+Man I was raised round thugs nigga
+Man it's Lil Boosie the 2005 juvie
+In the hemi with the tooley
+I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes
+With a look upon my face that say homicide
+Come take a ride in Baton Rouge where I'm runnin' loose
+With a gun in hand everyday like 2Pac I'm juiced
+Got my lil nigga in the back seat with a black hood with a doja of that backwoods
+Rubber bands on his fingers you know my nigga stack wood2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Came2DaCan[Hook-Lil Boosie]
+When we came to the can, these niggas ran
+This for the bitch-ass niggas, we blessed they open hands
+But when we came to the can, these niggas ran
+No holler, no letters, no cheddar, nah, nigga
+
+[Verse 1-Lil Boosie]
+When I came to the can, I saw it live and direct
+What I seen with my eyes made me lose a lot of respect
+For niggas I wrote checks, niggas I put clothes on
+Niggas I gave a home, niggas I fronted heroin
+Nigga can't even put [???] on a housephone
+Shit, I had love for them niggas, now it's all gone
+Nigga at the club with Rose by the cases
+Stun the hoes like he chosen, this nigga made it
+When he came down [???] situation I was the first one he called
+But this nigga ducked my daughter in the mall
+I should send a nigga to get that, but I'm gonna be cool
+Cause if I cross ya and cutthroat ya, nigga, I'mma be you
+You made the first mistake, nigga, when you forgot about misconduct
+Second mistake, at court nigga, you wasn't even behind him
+But I'm gon' kill you with kindness, what's happening nigga I'm out
+Your VIP status is gone from the club to my house
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2-C-Murder]
+Soon as that jury said "guilty,"
+Everybody, they killed me
+See this nigga on this hook, Lil Boosie? He feel me
+I've got blood that say wanna see me rot in a box
+I guess they feel them bullets gon' stop, but I think not
+I feel like "Nah," they gonna be aiming for y'all
+Cause y'all niggas ain't got C-Murder to call
+I was a dog, [cussin?] and all, stole my Rolex and wrote checks
+And God forgive me cause right now I wanna break this nigga neck
+[???] and pushing more chickens
+And my mission is to get revenge, [??] at my friends
+They became my foes, man, I can't trust them hoes
+I used to love my own brother, but I don't love him no more
+Don't wanna hug him no more, cause this a limit fasho
+That's why I tongue-kiss that tech 9, and fuck that .44
+That's why I love Corey, Chelsea, Courtney and Shanelle
+And if that ain't you, dog, you niggas can go to HellEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Another Chance(Verse)
+If I had another chance to call you I will call today
+If I had another chance to call you I will call right away
+Yeah I will call you, call you, tell you, tell you
+Show you my niggas ain't loyal
+If I can't call you, can call you, at least text you, at least text you
+At least bless you with words like I love you(I love you nigga yeah)
+
+Dis for my nigga Lil Bleek
+Am feeling the pain coz my nigga gone
+This is for my sister Teak?... am wrong
+I should answer the phone
+I wish my paps can see me make another song(Aah)
+I should have prayed a prayer to God that Pimp C leave the syrup alone
+
+(Chorus)
+If I had another chance to call you I will call today
+If I had another chance to call you I will call right away
+If I had another chance to call you I will call today
+If I had another chance to call you I will call right away
+
+(Verse 2)
+I know he missing his baby
+My nigga Ray J ( wish u would call me )
+P diddy missing his lady (and from his post on instagram)
+He feels like his love is gone away
+I want my Daddy back
+I want to get you that fucking cardillac
+Everything you can't imagine i can imagine that (i want daddy back)
+I lost a boss and i became a boss [i swear]
+I took a loss and it took all my sauce ( my niggas)
+Wish i can call you
+Tell you to fall through
+Wish i can tell you how niggas ain't love you
+Wish i can call you and hear your laugh on the phone
+I waste the dough to get your ass back home
+[Chorus]
+If i had another chance to call you i will call today
+If i had another chance to call you i will call right away
+If i had another chance to call you i will call today ( I will call early)
+If i had another chance to call you i will call right away
+
+Bridge
+Just want to call you
+Tell you
+Just want to hear you
+Just want to call you
+Hear you
+If i had another chance to call you
+Would be early... would be early
+If i had another chance to call you
+Super early ... super early
+Imma tell you niggas ain't loyal
+Tears in my eyes on this modafucka right here
+Tears in my eyes
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck the Police x10[Intro]
+This goes to that motherfucker who just maced my niece
+Them motherfuckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from me
+It's on now, motherfucker
+It's all on now, motherfucker
+
+[Verse 1]
+Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?)
+What have you been taught at that academy to be afraid? (Scared ass bitch)
+Why you don shoot at the hand, thigh or the leg(tell me that)
+Why you get shoot for the blacks, chasin' they head (you call police)
+What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?)
+He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty bitch)
+They charge him, said they gon' convict him, I don't believe (I don't believe)
+Protect and serve, they don't do it, so we don't need 'em
+
+[Chorus]
+You pussy bitches, pigs in trainin'
+You bitches dangerous, look in the mirror, y'all the fucking gangsters
+You pussy bitches, I hope you rot in hell
+Hope you get fucked in that cell, motherfucker
+You pussy bitches, look how they do us niggas
+They wanna act like we wrong, when we shoot them bitches
+Without that badge, you a bitch in a hat
+You pussy ass nigga with a gun
+Fuck your pussy ass, fuck your captain too
+You need a headshot, bitch, for your sons
+[Verse 2]
+They the biggest gang in the world
+They do the coldest things in the world
+They ask me how I feel 'bout the cops gettin' shot
+Eye for eye, tooth for tooth
+You don't give a motherfuck what they do to you
+If they can line 'em all up, they'll shoot the crew
+Like the tosser cops, she a crazy bitch
+Inmates listen up, please do me a favor, rape the bitch
+I'm at the point where I hate this shit
+I'm at the point where I can't take this shit no more, nigga
+If anybody on the news tryna take off for 'em
+I ain't watchin' your show, you a hoe, nigga
+Baton Rouge, Baltimore, [?]
+It's goin' brazy, bitch down, get retarded
+We gotta show 'em that black lives matter
+It's no love for the chief in the casket
+
+[Chorus]
+Pussy bitches, you know that you wrong
+You shoot for no reason, you come in our homes, they don't wanna leave us alone
+Pussy bitches, you committin' these murders
+You scared and you nervous, your purpose is murder
+You pussy bitches, I hate you with all of my heart
+I hate how you look in 'em suits, I hate how you walk in 'em boots
+I hate your whole family, bitch, you ain't no grown man, you a bitch
+I hope that your daughter, she suckin', the blackest of blackest of dicks
+[Verse 3]
+Bitches got me mad and I'm turnt up
+They do it in your city, fuckin' burn it up
+Don't stop, man, run, better get the fuck
+Like Tip say, man, it's either them or us
+Tell me this, why you shoot that man?
+Wake up, it's the Klu Klux Klan
+They just took the white shit off they head
+And put another color suit on instead
+They kill two of us niggas every week
+Leave us dead, stinkin' in the street
+Say we was a threat to they ass
+But they lyin' 'cause it's on TV
+And the rules that they got for the law
+When them bitches go to court, they gon' walk
+If the police every ask you a question
+Don't talk, they the enemy
+
+[Chorus]
+Pussy bitches, I hope that you die
+I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten alive
+Pussy bitches, I hope you don't sleep
+I'm fuckin' your daughters real hard in they asshole, I'm the police2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Takem Back[INTRO]
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Take 'em back, Take 'em back
+In tha rental Jag
+I remember nigga
+Gettin' plenty ass
+Garfield Street
+
+[INTRO]
+We grew up youngstas on tha corner tryna make a livin'
+Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
+15, mug mean, we was big boys
+Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha big boys
+I ain't cry like a bitch when it got hard
+On tha block all day, Me and Big Boy (Big Chris)
+Hope I live to see tomorrow, got a big rod
+Got a lil rap name, got a lil head start
+Chrome tucked, all chromed up
+Remember fuckin' all tha juveniles, who remember that?
+Kangol was tha winter hat
+Me and my nigga in tha rental Jag gettin' plenty ass
+Henny bottle in tha backseat
+Dirty choppa in tha backseat
+If it's a problem, let my nigga out tha backseat
+He ASAP, make ya ass leak and it's that deep
+[HOOK]
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Take 'em back Hatch, Take 'em back
+Take 'em back Hatch, take 'em back Hatch
+Wasn't no killin' then
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Take 'em back Hatch 3x
+Them niggas loved me then
+They used to love me then
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Remember I ain't have a gold chain
+Wood fingers with tha four hand
+This was way before tha cocaine
+Gambled so much at night, my fingers stiffin' in tha cold man
+I lost my old man
+'97 was a cold year, '98 was a slow year (talk to 'em nigga)
+'99 was a grind you ain't seen in a long time
+Now tha hoes straight walk to me nigga
+Quit school, fuck that Ima big shot
+2 kids back to back, now my dick hot
+20 G's a verse, tryna quit, now why sell tha work when I do a verse for a brick now
+Niggas switching in tha click now
+My money steady gettin' thick now
+These niggas comin' for my shit huh
+Had to buss a nigga shit huh
+And he knew that I was sick huh
+[HOOK]
+Take 'em back Hatch 6x
+They wasn't jealous then, they wasn't jealous then
+Take 'em back Hatch 3x
+Them niggas loved me then
+So many niggas man they loved me then
+Take 'em back Hatch
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Shit '03 when it first started
+100 b's of tha Bob Marley on 55 (Jacktown)
+Go hit my nigga Slow on Les Street
+My block, G Street no bitch street
+Coke, weed, x pills couldn't miss me
+On my homie street, they call me Big Chief
+Turned up to tha roof all night
+This when Ruger, Reb, and Lil Neek they was ridin' bikes
+Slangin' tommy's every night by tha club scene
+Green and yellow cd had tha club mean
+Rollin' wit' a nigga then, in tha end
+Same nigga, came right and tried to touch me
+'06 it was ugly, remember dat
+'07 they started hatin', we got plenty gats
+'08 they started rappin, we wasn't rappin back
+'09 no questions asked, that's yo ass
+[HOOK]
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Out tha window, and I'm waving that
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Ankie Paul in tha blue truck, I'm in tha back
+Comin' out wit' a bigger bag
+Take 'em back Hatch
+Out tha window man, and I'm waving that
+Shootin' at tha mall
+When they tried to hit my dawg up
+When they tried to hit us all up
+
+[AD LIBS] til song endsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Call Of Duty[Intro]
+I promise to protect and serve my family
+And the ones I love
+By all means
+That’s my call of duty
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Woke up, family calling my line
+Real shit, ‘cause family calling me crying
+‘Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
+Fuck around and say that I ain’t got it, they say I’m lying
+Plus I got to take care of my momma
+Got to take care of my daughter, and be a father
+One of my baby mamas calling off, want me to fix the picture
+Go do for mine, not you, you got a whole nigga
+Aunty need, my cousin need, bought all my nieces' cars
+Blessings coming equal for me, all the people love me
+No more asking for hundreds, it’s thousands, they know I’m getting money
+But I ain’t Sean John yet, I’m a young Puffy
+Wit a call of duty though, wit kids so beautiful
+Soon as I say no, they gon’ holler I ain’t real no more
+I’m from a family of hustlers, players, and fiends
+Now I see what comes along with this dream
+Serving my call of duty
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Promise help to my mama, mama, mama, my my lil sister
+Nigga, that’s just my call of duty
+Time to be a daddy now, daddy now
+Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty
+(I promise to protect and serve my family)
+Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty
+(By all means, it’s my call of duty)
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Granny told me with a lot of money comes a long line
+Sometimes, I get so tired, think everybody’s lying
+But I stand up like a real nigga, barely say No I’m a ill nigga
+Boss just left the jeweler, whole clique shine like a flicker flicker
+Family worrying me, PO keep fucking with me
+Shouldn’t have got caught with that shit, but I need that burner on me
+If I keep saying oh nanana, you’re gon’ start turning on me
+Now it’s my call of duty to burn your ass, permanently
+‘Cause my niggas in the grave’s kids call me Daddy, too
+Got a call of duty to try my best to fill their daddy’s shoes
+So many niggas ungrateful, the real nigga blues
+So many nights, I feel used, on my call of duty
+Hustler, blessed to be given this assignment, really
+Rather have this call of duty than a [?]
+My dog need a nigga, he halfway through his bid
+Sent my momma with a money bag to his kids
+Nigga, that just my call of duty
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Call of duty
+Being a real nigga making real nigga music
+That’s just my call of duty
+The streets need me, they call Boosie
+No pressure, my nigga
+That’s just my call of duty
+Yeah
+Yeah
+That’s just my call of duty, nigga
+Boosie Badazz
+Boosie BadazzEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Waitin’ on a Visit[Hook]
+They got my niggas in tha parish
+Chillin on a Wednesday
+Waitin on a visit
+But it gon' be okay
+It gon' be okay
+I wish I had my AK
+I wish I had my AK
+They got my niggas up the road
+Thuggin on their chores
+Hopin something folds (something folds)
+But it gon' be okay
+It gon' be okay
+I wish I had my AK
+I wish I had my AK
+
+Man I realize I'm stuck in this bitch
+And I'm a trigger finger itchy
+From the K I love to go spit
+And ain't no visits
+When your bread gone
+My head gone
+Can't say shit
+Because I'm dead wrong
+I'm dead wrong
+Commissary on low
+And I can't even buy no titties
+So I'm ready
+To take of my socks
+And box cuz Im'a miss (huh)
+I love taking pictures up that road
+To let my niggas know
+I was wit you everyday you chose
+I read it up in jail
+Why the fuck you put me in the field
+My hands hurt
+And mister look it keep it real
+When I get out this bitch
+They gon' say Mayday Mayday
+You done took half of my life plus my AK my AK
+From Hunts to Angola and DCI to cry tears
+Come home from 5 years
+See how wild the world is
+I wish my life was gas tank
+Cause I need a fill up
+Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done fucked my whole year up
+(chorus)
+
+This is for my niggas on the reasons
+Scratch like it like a pit
+Everytime a nigga won't be home
+But he miss his ak
+Cuz thats what raised him
+The only real toys daddy ever fuckin gave him
+These hoes went to twenty to ten to fucking two
+Go fall off in that pit and see how all yall hoes do
+His boys conficted fellons and they can't come see ya
+Yo little boy I had a program he can't come neither
+Now play this song up in your walkman in your bed at night
+And tell me next you see me if i lead you right
+And ain't no smiles when your shine gone
+Looked at a man and asked why he did it
+He said the devil got his mine going
+Listen when I spit it and watch what I'm saying
+I know you sick up in that bitch dawg
+But never stop praying
+Hold my hand you can lean on me
+I'm the friend that pull up on the curb nigga when you go on E
+
+Chorus
+
+How the fuck do you think my momma feel
+Mr. Officer you got her crying
+Tears everytime my nigga call her
+My daughter(iviona hatch) she don't knows it's my face
+Cuz she don't see me that much
+Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs
+This is for my niggas on preroll man
+Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail Charge and James Cole man
+Them niggas are hard to pump blood nigga
+It pump alien piss
+And they love them a.k.s
+That's why they stay in that bitch
+For the forgivers we some niggas in a rush to get paid
+You can see this dawg bitches plus I'm duckin a grave
+I told my momma when I die
+Put my casket on dubz
+Roll me in with all my thugs and put a blunt in my tux
+This is for my niggas who incarcerated
+Boy I hate it hold your head up and you oughta make it
+I told my dawgs over and over over again
+When a nigga take may I won't hit some ak...
+(it gon be ok.......)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love Yo Family[Intro]
+Love your family, take care your granny
+It's all love in the Boosie family
+Love your family, take care your granny
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pass them neck bones (Pass them neck bones)
+(Pass the peas, man, your neck bone's fallin' off the throne)
+Collared greens and chicken (Collared greens and chicken)
+(That fried chicken in this motherfucker, give me a leg, give me a leg)
+Sweet potato pie stepped on (Sweet potato pie stepped on)
+(Ooh, Grandma did a thing)
+Ooh, Granny put her feet in (Granny put her feet in)
+(I'm takin' a couple these pies home, straight up)
+Moonshine for my ho (Moonshine for my ho)
+(We gettin' money now, Uncle Tony, we straight, nigga)
+Nigga, drink how you wanna (nigga, drink how you wanna)
+(Don't start actin' crazy now)
+My nephew like the weed (My nephew like the weed, trees)
+(Muchies, Pete, all them)
+Nigga, smoke how you wanna (Nigga, smoke how you wanna)
+It's all love on this corner (It's all love on this corner)
+
+[Chorus]
+So love your family
+(If you love your nigga, hug your nigga, if that's your sister, hug her right now)
+Hug your family (Hug your family)
+(If she play with your sister, beat her fuckin' ass)
+Love your family (Love your family)
+Go'n hug your family (Go'n hug your family)
+[Verse 2]
+One of my family go to jail
+(You know how we is, we gon' fight for our people, straight up)
+Everybody go to court
+(Everybody goin' to court, free Jaron, man, you already know what it is)
+Sugar tea, potato salad
+(You know my family make the best potato salad, off the gate, straight up)
+Made by my Uncle Darryl (Made by my Uncle Darryl)
+(My aunties playin' cards, we love to gamble)
+Shootin' dice on the porch (Shake 'em up, let 'em go)
+(Bronson, no dice, nigga, no dice, Pete)
+I'm goin' with a ten or four (Goin' with a ten or four)
+(I'm goin' with 'em, man, aw shit, it's time to eat, nigga)
+Crawfish, like hey (We love crawfish, I ain't lie)
+Nigga suckin' off the head (Nigga suckin' off the head)
+Whole family, yeah yeah (Whole family, yeah yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+So love your family
+(If you love your nigga, hug your nigga, if that's your sister, hug her right now)
+Hug your family (Hug your family)
+(If she play with your sister, beat her fuckin' ass)
+Love your family (Go'n love your family, go'n love your family)
+Go'n hug your family (Go'n hug your family, go'n hug your family)
+Go'n hug your family
+[Outro]
+Sugar tea, potato salad
+(Oh we 'bout to dance now, stirrin' that, stirrin' that potato salad, yeah)
+Made by my Uncle Darryl (Made by my Uncle Heaven)
+(Stir that potato salad Heaven, yeah, like that, yeah)
+Sugar tea, potato salad
+(Sugar tea, potato salad, stir it heavy, ooh, ooh, ooh)
+Made by my Uncle Darryl  (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh)
+Love my family
+(Everywhere we go, we gon' turn up, you gon' know we been there off the top)
+Just left Miami
+(We on the jet skis, we goin' to Six Flags, everywhere, straight up)
+Woo, love them children
+(I'm, bruh, I love them damn children, I love y'all, I ain't lyin')
+Keep me happy, keep me happy
+Family (That's my family)
+Pass the neck boneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fly Away[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Sometimes I wish I could fly
+So many wish they could ball
+So many names on the wall
+Too many gangstas on the yard
+Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
+But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
+Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy
+Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary
+We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary
+You can't trust too many, gotta know who against me
+I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break
+I'm two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight
+I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood
+So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate?
+Slander me in the news. Press conference around my crews
+Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues
+I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars
+Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar
+Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain't feeling it
+Everybody go through roller coaster rides
+I miss my granny, I ain't lying
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Sometimes I wish I could fly
+So many wish they could ball
+So many names on the wall
+Too many gangstas on the yard
+Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Damn, that nigga wanna ball like me
+Diabetes, enemies, you want it all like me
+Where people take your words and twist it
+On parole, still pissin'
+Mad, wishin' somebody'd make some more real ass niggas
+Nobody showing love. This how we growing up
+Don't know if we gonna see tomorrow, this why we showing up
+Better do something if you wanna ball
+Yeah we do something, my niggas on call
+Just looked at a picture of six niggas. Only two of us now
+Your honor, I've been doing right. I don't want no trouble
+P.O. I just wanna feed my family. I just wanna travel
+I know you tired of goin' to college, but don't wanna tell daddy
+Got a vision, but your vision come up a different alley
+Of yes sir's and no sir's
+As a child I wanted to fly away from junkies, Budweiser's, lies and cuss words
+Got in them streets and I realized
+No matter how good you gonna still die
+Tears come to my eye for Bleek and Ivy
+So many niggas cross the wall
+Wish they could ball again
+Homicide, momma cryin', they got her son again
+Hurt the whole family, ripped they pride away
+Little sister wanna fly away
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Sometimes I wish I could fly
+So many wish they could ball
+So many names on the wall
+Too many gangstas on the yard
+Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Can't forget my niggas who, they gave a life sentence to
+Lil Joe, Dan, Mike Fleet and Moo, my penitentiary crew
+I know you wanna fly away sometimes. That shit be hittin' you
+Convicted as a killer, but don't let your mind be convicted too
+The police killing niggas. Niggas playin' it south
+Damn, that nigga killin' now. He's a fuckin' cause
+Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas
+The two new Craigs, both hit with the flame, yeah ya'll niggas
+Fly away, God help me. Luvah just lost his nephew
+Still a young nigga, I left he was seven
+Mookie still cryin' tears and it hurt my heart
+Make you wanna fly away, when they murk ya boy
+I know your pain lil' momma. You want the Hollywood lifestyle
+The lights, but it's hard, cuz your from Alabama
+Hurtin' inside, but smiling for the camera
+Shit, so much pressure you feel like giving up
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Sometimes I wish I could fly
+So many wish they could ball
+So many names on the wall
+Too many gangstas on the yard
+Probably the realest shit  I ever wrote1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bad Bitch Story[Verse 1]
+Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick
+Shorty stands up out, 5 - 6
+Yeah, I met her at the corner store, gave her my name,  she was feelin' my game and she gave me her info
+From that moment, yeah, we hit it off, never knowin' that this chick would cost me bruh
+For being a creeper, dickin' down his diva
+Man, I was thinkin' freak her, but I should've been thinkin' leave her
+'cause if my homie only knew the deal, I know for sho' that he would wanna kill me, bruh
+For being a creeper, dickin' down his diva
+Man, I was thinkin' freak her, but I should've been thinkin' leave her
+
+[Hook]
+How could this be wrong, when it feel so right?, (right)
+And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life
+I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right?
+And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life
+
+[Verse 2]
+I think I'm 'posed to say I let her go but the pussy soakin' wet and I keep goin' back for mo'
+My nigga he trippin', he weak, I need to tell my son, dawg
+That this bitch like the next bitch, for the big dogs  she a jump-off
+He might not know what I'm sayin', he might feel some way 'bout his man
+He might turn on me and hate me
+Is these just excuses I'm makin'?
+I'm fuckin' his bitch, droppin' her off to go fuck with my dawg
+Pick him back up and go drop my boy off
+Take that lil pussy right back to the house
+We go from the bed, the shower the wall
+She suckin' my dick while he ringin' her phone
+This can't go on, this shit is wrong
+We be in the same room, sittin' on the  same couch
+We probably could make it if nobody talked
+[Hook]
+I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right?
+And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life
+I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right?
+(I know a lot of people done been thru this)
+And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life
+
+[Verse 3]
+Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick
+Shorty stands up out
+Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick
+Shorty stands up out
+Why do we do the things we do, girl, do these things we choose?
+Why do we do the dude?, girl
+Why do we do the things we do, girl, do the things we choose?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+When You Gonna Drop[Intro:]
+I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas asking me when I'm gonna drop
+I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gonna get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) I'm Ready!
+(I'm ready) cause I'm tired of these niggas asking me
+
+[Hook]
+They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, why not Boosie is you're gonna flop nigga, un un
+Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this
+Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick
+14 15 I told that I had a dream
+16 17 I was selling crack to crack fiens
+I live this shit so get it right
+My phone won't let me sleep at night
+My Razor phone is prepaid
+Them nextels they like AIDS
+They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang with us
+All my niggas who bang with us wear trill entertainment chains with us
+I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
+2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
+Gucci shades that's what I floss with
+My bitch don't window shop she goes in and shop for raw shit
+I told her outside fuck this
+Let’s hit them with a double disc
+Me and Lil Webbie we drop more hits that Snoop Dog and Ludacris
+You ain't heard about this Boosie shit open you ears
+When you open you ears welcome to Phil nigga
+Man I've been hot selling out the stores
+But always lose my CEO's
+Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes
+First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell
+Gotta do my interview like 50 that gonna make Lil B sell
+Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL
+Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
+I'm thugged out but you can't tell
+Was drugged out now I'm mell
+Don't smoke nothing, don't drank nothing
+You play me I'm gonna swang something
+Since been gonna my feelings gone
+Mane they did my nigga wrong
+If you think you're the sickest
+Confess and say you did it
+This album gonna be the sickest
+That's on my pops
+He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
+He told never smoke rock
+Told me how he hate cops
+He watching over be the bad ass drop
+Here go bad ass pops
+Daddy watch over me the bad ass drop and mama ain't gotta work no more believe that
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+I sick of a nigga with a 100 bricks
+Watch Lil Boosie running shit
+We dick hoes down for hours
+While you one niggas coming quick
+We flip these hoes like dominos
+Niggas better hide your hoes
+We snatch you all hoes out Magic City
+And make them hoes get ratchet with it
+I'm dicking dicking down south new makeover
+And niggas Louisiana takeover
+And like Hova I'm versatile
+Real niggas gonna retire
+I'm be like George Clinton round this bitch spiting that 45
+With this little light of mine
+I'm gonna shine
+You ain't got be featured on my tape I don't need you niggas anyway
+All my hoes thong drop
+Yeah, I take they thong off
+"Boosie when your album drop?"
+As soon as you finish swelling
+I'm finished thank you
+Pull your draws up on your waist
+Wipe that shit up out your face
+And let's go get an Outback Steak
+Cause Bad Ass done dropped today
+This what you gonna snatch today
+This the sickest dub edition since 2Pac done passed away
+So you ain't gotta ask today
+When I'm coming is you following
+This bitch in done with so ask about the Golden Child
+Big stacks I'm holding now
+Big Gaks I'm buss 'em
+Big nights I fuck 'em, hand cuff 'em, cause I don't trust 'em
+2004 I was balling woah did you see the DVD
+I can hear Pimp C hollin about "look at me, look at me"
+I'm the spices in the gumbo
+I'm the fries at popeyes
+I ain't retarded I'm retunto
+Compared to no nigga at all
+Cause I'm a dog
+In the rock I'm a Pit
+And I stopping for shit I'm full blooded
+All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
+From Detroit to my State
+In Florida I am heavyweight
+In Georgia got real estate
+California affiliate
+Jackson Mississippi got my back like thats my living state
+Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel and pop pills
+Savannah Georgia they K kill can forget about J-ville
+A-town and D-town they grab keys like rebounds
+Arkansas is straight rage
+They shoot niggas on stage
+Fear payed and chess say
+I end you fucking career nigga
+Hit you with they steel nigga you won't feel that pill nigga
+Can't no rapper fucking with me
+Hit you from my way look like Tim Duncan, Tony Parker and Manu Ginobili
+Ask about me if you don't know me and that's off the top
+He watching over me the bad ass drop here go bad ass pop1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cryin’Boosie Badazz, B Will
+Granny say it's alright to cry
+
+I told Miss Linda, Please stop cryin'
+She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin'
+She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+I send this out Miss Linda, your name put me in my feelings
+Your child was my best friend of me, his death almost ended me
+They sentenced me, I got to Hunts and I got high about it
+Lit up a hump, looked at the kids on my chest, and what I did?
+I cried about it
+Cried like a motherfucker when my daddy died on the steps of Garfield, where the ghosts walk by
+Man, momma say she got a plan, she just don't know the way
+Momma say fuck that fame, we goin' section 8
+Still she hug and kiss me, let me know that I'm a blessed today
+I remember, bills due, water cold, momma tearin' up
+The brokeness made the fall foggy and it ain't clearin' up
+Cuz my cousin doin' life at 15, no sweet 16, lord
+How your grandmother doin, what the old lady asked
+Not knowin that my old lady passed, fuck that, I want my old lady back
+It was sad lookin at Travon picture in the cell, thinkin' will lil Tudie be safe and well
+I clutch my pillow and start cryin'
+I wrote a letter to my momma and told her I was sorry, (sorry ma)
+I ain't gon lie I felt like crying
+Momma say, ain't nothin' wrong with cryin'
+
+People hurtin', people dyin
+Prosecutors lyin', chopper shots flyin'
+Stay strong, look, I'm tryin'
+Right now they cryin'
+Thug died and I cried, unsolved murders and framed suicides
+Before 17 we all died inside, at 16 I spoke the language of death
+Paw paw died on the steps
+I speak to my God, but nobody else
+You look above but the glow is in self
+As a black man, I can't ask for no help
+But some nights I cry, for my friends who ain't make it past 15
+JJ was a fool, he won't see this dream
+
+I told Miss Linda, Please stop cryin'
+She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin'
+She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+We did plenty crimes friends of mine, yeah we put in work
+Lost some friends of mine, kin of mine and I ain't gon lie, it hurt
+Asked forgiveness for my sins, so in jail I went to church
+Said a prayer when I was gone, that lil donkey dont get murked
+My tears'll fill a purse or Chanel bag
+You touching them fuckin kids, you should be dead for that
+One day she gon start crying, remember everything you did
+Overprotected by the time she have a kid
+My black people out here crying, can't blame me
+They in Charlot bout to riot, they angry
+They chained me, calling home to Mookie, now Mookie gone
+We holding on, need to call my momma Linda on the phone
+
+I hope she cooking and not crying
+She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin'
+She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby
+I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin'
+My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin'
+
+
+This song gone  make you start crying
+If you wanna cry, it's your turn, go and cry
+Cuz  ain't nothin' wrong with crying
+Ain't nothin' wrong with crying
+Granny say, you been holding a lot in, when you gone let it go, grandson?
+I was goin thru some things
+This song gone  make you start crying
+Sometimes you gotta be by yourself to cry, get all alone and start crying
+When they told me Bleek was dead I dropped the phone and started crying
+I said help me Lord
+Started crying
+Momma say ain't nothing wrong with cryingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Me, Myself & I[HOOK]
+I make noise by myself
+Slang them toys by myself
+Did my time by myself
+Write my rhymes by myself
+Move packs by myself
+Kill rats by myself
+Told tha judge free my girl
+Mane I did it by myself
+Me, Myself, and I (7x)
+Just Me, Myself and I
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Every since they took I
+It been me, myself, and I
+Middle finger to the world
+My berretta on my side
+I ain’t tellin’ on myself
+I ain’t talkin’ to tha folk
+Ride for me, I die for me
+Shit that’s all a nigga know
+Nigga told on me befo’
+Had me facing death row
+Say we got you on these bodies
+Do you wanna talk? No!
+Shit I bought my own work nigga
+Built my own clientele
+Guess who own my label nigga
+Me, Myself, and I bitch
+Dress my ass off nigga
+I don’t need a stylist
+I’m from Garfield street nigga
+I don’t trust nann bitch
+WCW, Jerico I slam shit
+I fuck a ho, that’s on me
+But I don’t trust nann bitch
+[HOOK]
+I make noise by myself
+Slang them toys by myself
+Did my time by myself
+Write my rhymes by myself
+Move packs by myself
+Kill rats by myself
+Told tha judge free my girl
+Mane I did it by myself
+Me, Myself, and I (7x)
+Just Me, Myself and I
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Told tha judge free my girl
+Told ‘em that I made her do it
+Loc ain’t make me, Trill ain’t make me
+Nigga I made Boosie
+I made niggas, made niggas
+Made niggas way realer
+Even on tha monkey bars, nigga I ain’t play wit’ em
+By myself, all alone
+By myself, I move zones
+1 deep wit’ that heat buckin’ through tha school zone
+Free Lil Bronson, Free Lil Titus
+Lil Joe Joe josin’ by his self
+Shoulda told them niggas no
+When them niggas called for help
+Shit I write my own music nigga
+Shoot my own videos
+I don’t do no ugly bitches
+Me, Myself, and pretty ho’s
+Bought my first Girbaud’s by myself
+They was stone washed
+Never back down
+By myself, I got a lion heart
+[HOOK]
+I make noise by myself
+Slang them toys by myself
+Did my time by myself
+Write my rhymes by myself
+Move packs by myself
+Kill rats by myself
+Told tha judge free my girl
+Mane I did it by myself
+Me, Myself, and I (7x)
+Just Me, Myself and IEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Born By The River[Intro]
+By the river
+By the river
+Boosie Badazz
+In a little tent
+I was born by the river
+True story
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born by the river
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born
+
+[Verse 1]
+By the river, in a place full of wrong
+Poverty stricken living is a place I call home
+Runnin' from the bird and the pen, broken loss
+Small house, low on cover so me and my brother fought
+We would fight all the time, first gunshots was scared
+We would hit the floor
+Got used to 'em, now them gunshots would turn to jokes
+Remember eighty-eight, when we first saw snow
+Grew up hopin' to travel so we could see that once more
+(I was born), with a chip on my shoulder, and an attitude
+With a clip in my holster livin' in Baton Rouge
+Where haters get duct-taped, friends testify
+If you make it to see 25 you're satisfied, oh lord
+[Chorus]
+Born by the river
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born by the river
+True story
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born
+
+[Verse 2]
+House packed with the fam but we didn't notice
+Hope they leave the house tonight, who? the cockroaches
+Mama stressin' so it's hard to tell her stop smokin'
+Cousins Glock totin', man, daddy rock smokin'
+Came up, a lot of people changed up
+World of the fam 'cause the bands ain't changed us
+We was born with a coke spoon, that silver shit was dreams to us
+Grew up servin' my uncles 'cause that's what green do
+Puff the loud, close my eyes, and dream
+From a family full of players, hustlers, felons, and fiends, man
+Coming up, I watched plenty get they money long
+Same niggas start lacin', now they money gone
+[Chorus]
+Born by the river
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I was born by the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born by the river
+Miss Muley turkey wing
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+Boosie Badazz
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was
+
+[Bridge]
+Born by the river
+I was born by the river
+And my mama cried when my daddy died, by the river
+Where you got your first piece of pussy at? by the river
+I was born by the river
+I was born by the river
+And my mama cried when my daddy died, by the river
+When I was young my whole family stayed by the river
+I was born in a hurry, I was born in a hurry
+'Cause my mama had to be at work by 8:30
+In a hurry, doctor hurry, by the river
+[Chorus]
+Born by the river
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born by the river
+In a little tent
+Oh, and just like the river
+I been runnin' ever since
+I was born
+
+[Outro]
+Born, in a hurryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pussy Lips on Live[Intro]
+Suede, this my shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live
+Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I got a lil' money, what's ya CashApp? (What's ya CashApp?)
+Girl, get naked on the phone, make ya ass clap (Cut up)
+Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, shit yeah, you cuttin' up, bae
+Nipple rings on her titties and they pretty pretty (Sauce)
+Told her, "Show the world," and she really with it
+God damn, girl you fine (Fine)
+Sit them phone right between them thighs, we goin' live
+Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy all over the phone (All that pussy)
+Shit, the strip club cold, better jump on this bitch
+If your rent short, bih, better jump on this bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live
+Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live
+[Verse 2]
+I see pretty pussy, ugly pussy, I'm lookin' at some wet shit, money pussy
+I add her to the live, oh shit, that's a man, exed him out quick 'cause I knew he had a dick, got me fucked up
+Back showin' pussy, bucked up, showin' love to my niggas in the pen, fucked up
+Bitch what's ya CashApp?
+Might as well run it up, got another hundred fifty, stick your finger in your butt
+Ooh, now look at me and say you won't fuck (Ooh)
+Now moan, suck ya fingers like a slut (Ooh)
+Now come ride daddy big truck, now come girl and taste yo nut
+
+[Chorus]
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars
+Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live
+Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on liveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Loyalty[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+When you ain't loyal it come back to haunt you for real
+Wish you was loyal now
+Turn me up, turn me up
+Wish you was loyal now
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Your girls, they told you, do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+Your friends, they told you do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+From the jump you was fucked up
+From the jump you was fucked up, I was blind though
+Man I never should of loved her
+Man I never should of trust her, she was fine though
+I'm gonna let 'em know it's certain shit
+Treat a nigga like a real nigga, treat his side ho
+I had lil dough, he had big dough
+Big dough'll make an unloyal bitch though
+Bitch had me hypnotized cause she fucked up
+Bitch always gotta go, what the fuck for?
+Always with her friends but they freaky
+Sneaking and you're geeking with your cheating ass
+Year passed and you called, I ain't home
+Sitting on that check and you sitting broke at home
+Head hurting cause your bill due on your phone
+While I'm sitting on mils and I'm sitting on the throne
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Your girls, they told you, do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+Your friends, they told you do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+
+[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
+Thought you were running but you ain't stand out till the end
+Thought you would stay down but never down in the pen
+This time you were broke, you couldn't even afford a pen
+I was down 15 months, that ain't shit
+I smoked 15 blunts, get lit
+I fucked 15 hoes, get it in
+Boosie Badazz, Rich Homie, we out of here again, again, again
+Bitches ain't shit, they ain't loyal
+They'll fuck you and fuck your partner
+Then they might act like they ain't know about it
+Try to play stupid
+I'll bust a nigga in the face like Cupid
+I ain't talking valentine nigga
+Fuck the bitch, no valentine nigga
+Swear to hell, Albert Einstein nigga
+21 primetime nigga, baby don't lie to me
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Your girls, they told you, do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+Your friends, they told you do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+Remember (?) in the park (?) mama
+Getting fixed food by your mama
+Now your mama looking at the BET awards
+Like "that supposed to be my son in law"
+Look like karma coming back to get you
+Heard you got a nigga and he hit you
+Heard you got a nigga and he broke though
+And you ain't got no job, you a broke ho
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+I ain't know, back then I ain't know though
+I must have been tripping off the dodo
+I thought we was Dorothy and Todo
+Looking through the flicks and I ran 'cross a photo
+Me in my Levi's you in the Polo
+Back then you ain't think it'd end up like this, huh?
+Me in the G5, you on the bus though
+She got the running out of lies like Johnny Test
+Always got to leave when it's time to stay
+Shit ain't the same when it's time to leave
+Even turn her nose up when I try to play
+Back then I was lost tryna find a way
+Hitting up a line tryna find my pay
+When I need a ride or die she would ride away
+Girl you know what I'm tryna say
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Your girls, they told you, do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+Your friends, they told you do you
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+Now you wish you was loyal
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you weren't loyal to me
+Girl you weren't loyal to me
+No, you wish you was loyal now
+
+[Outro]
+Now, now, too late now
+Now, now, you wish you was loyal now
+Now, now, too late now
+Now, now, you wish you was loyal now1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bring It Like I Talk It[Boosie Talking]
+I heard Master P say one time
+He was a hustler, baller, gangsta, and a cap peeler
+I don't know Master P like that
+But me
+I'm that shit for real
+
+[HOOK]
+I bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+Ima bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+[VERSE 1]
+I can rap about tha trap, and be super cold wit' it
+But you should see me work a microwave wit' that coke in it
+You heard, smokin' on purple ease my mind
+I keep a blunt up in my mouth
+I smoke that loud all tha time
+I'm tha truth in tha booth
+I just don't rap to spit
+Anything I say, believe me, I can back that shit
+Boss Man tatted on me
+Wit' a K wit' blood drippin'
+It ain't tatted for decoration mane
+It's tatted cus I'm wicked
+Think I talk it, and don't walk it
+Then you better ask my city
+If you ask 'em, they gon' answer
+They might answer wit' a whisper
+When I say my heart good, I ain't tryna get no points
+I did for people on tha streets, and did tha same from tha joint
+Tha life I'm talkin bout, I lived that
+Poverty baby
+Stealing bikes, smokin' PCP, and home invasions
+You heard Devil Get Up Off Me
+Man that song was real
+Devil been ridin' Boosie back since his teenage years
+That's why I
+[HOOK]
+I bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+Ima bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Yeah you heard me rap 'bout beef
+And you heard me rap 'bout violence
+It been nothing but beef and violence, every since they took Ivy
+Talkin' body after body
+Talkin' bout some of tha finest
+Always rap that shut ya mouth talk
+That's how I walk, silent
+If you listen to my music
+You will usually hear problems
+Guess so
+Got diabetes, and 5 baby mama's
+I ain't stuntin' like I got it, man I really be grindin'
+You can check my bank account or look at all these diamonds
+(Bling)
+When I say I lost a lot, I ain't lookin' for no hugs
+But tha tatts on my body tell everything about it
+I don't talk about tha pen, tryna build my fame (Shit no)
+I talk about tha pen cus I lived that pain
+Ima real street nigga who money can't change
+Cus I'll give back all this shit to get back both my main mans
+You can do a survey on me in tha streets I used to hang
+100% gon tell ya nigga, Boosie ain't a game
+[HOOK]
+I bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+Ima bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+[VERSE 3]
+I ain't nothing like these rappers man who studio gangstas
+(Nah)
+Me and every nigga in my studio gangstas
+I ain't make tha song Crayola to paint a picture how I floss
+Every car I talked about, in that song Boosie bought
+Thought I was stuntin' bout my pool, and my 3 story house
+1130 Palm paid nigga go and check it out
+When I rap bout movin' work, I ain't tryna be a thug
+Ask Magnum, ask Diggamon, any one of my old plugs
+When I say that I be clean, I ain't feelin' myself (Nah)
+Just go to Boosie pictures on tha fuckin' internet
+Ima damn good Daddy and my kids love me
+Every time they wit' they Daddy, they be fresh from head to feet
+Thought I was playin when I told ya I had some strong sperm
+Better look at my lil' girls, and sholl look at my lil' sons
+When I say I buss' ya ass, dawg I really get it in
+Whole label had cases (Trill)
+All we do is win nigga
+
+[HOOK]
+I bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+Ima bring it like I talk it
+Walk it like I talk it
+What that tell ya then nigga
+I ain't just talkin'
+Ima certified vulture
+Boss of all Bosses
+Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga
+He ain't just talkin
+
+I ain't just talkin'
+No sir
+I ain't just talkin'
+No sir
+I ain't just talkin'
+No sirEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mr. Miyagi[Verse 1]
+All I ever did was teach folk in the community
+A place where ain't no loyalty, or ain't no unity
+Taught you bout animosity and how to keep it gutta
+Explain to you in detail why you boys don't know my struggle
+This that real deal shit from a real motherfucker
+My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker
+Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it
+Mr. Miyagi with this shit tho, you learned from it
+It's that murder man music, it's that nigga Boosie
+30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid
+He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
+I trained 20 niggas, to bust 20 Uzis
+I taught 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail
+When they slipped and fell, I got 'em outta jail
+If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back
+My line busy nigga, call back
+
+[Hook]
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+
+[Verse 2]
+I took niggas with no hustle, and made em outta G's
+Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed
+I took care of niggas, If I was fly then they was fly with me
+Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit and testify on me (keep it real)
+Forget everything we did, get up and lie on me
+But that ain't how I raised niggas, Mr. Miyagi!
+Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me
+They said I wasn't coming home, God watching
+They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces
+Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn't break em?
+South Baton Rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient
+Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table
+Every every every ghetto, they look up to me
+Every bad bitch in stilletos, they wanna fuck with me
+If Lousiana was Atlanta, then I'm fuccin Meech
+I creep wax on, wax off
+[Hook]
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
+Mr. Miyagi with this real shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+MAAN[Intro]
+Maan, they know they’re doing
+
+[Verse 1]
+They’re talking to 12
+They go ‘round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell
+They up on the net, they flashing their tecs
+They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of their chains
+Then they put their location where they hang, this the new game
+But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man
+All these youngsters want to be Blood, it used to be about the Blue gang
+Murder weapon, they’ll get ya, that trophy shit
+Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked them with, these niggas oversnitch
+Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer
+These 90s babies crazy, but 2000s a lil’ harder
+Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up
+Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell ‘em they did it
+
+[Hook]
+Maan, fuck
+Man, these people fucked up
+Maan, fuck, fuck
+These people fucked up
+
+[Verse 2]
+I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone
+I’m thinking ‘bout [?], I put on my shoes, I go check his room
+‘Cause niggas his age ain’t screwed tight, niggas his age, they’re goon like
+We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night
+First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood
+My girl did it, telling on their own girl for the world
+They got these psycho lil’ bitches, they think they’re Bonnie, man
+They don’t need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man
+Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas
+Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission
+Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all they had
+Hurt my heart ‘cause an 80s baby did that, got a nigga like “shit”
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+El Chapo back home, they raising prices
+They killing our kids, man, I’m talking ISIS (they really don’t like us)
+Got niggas on bids, man, [?]
+My touch ain’t like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain’t Midas, I strike lighters
+I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts
+Most of American gangsters was American rats
+Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped
+That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at
+Have you like
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rainbow[Intro]
+Say, thug, I been seein’ rainbows all day
+Shit, I got a blessin’
+[?]
+Rainbow, rainbow
+Boosie Badazz
+Rainbow, rainbow
+Look at that motherfucker
+Rainbow, rainbow
+
+[Chorus]
+Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover
+Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow
+Drivin’ it like Future
+(aw, shit)
+Back to back, track for track
+And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow
+Ridin’ with my shooter
+(shooter, look at Miley shoot)
+Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga
+Might be prettier than a rainbow
+
+[Verse 1]
+You don’t know my struggle
+(nah)
+If you knew my struggle
+(yup)
+You’ll say I deserve to shine bright like a rainbow
+Walk everywhere freely
+I’m a G, let my chain glow
+[?] standin’ ‘round the yard, King Carter
+So ride on the expressway
+All I see is rainbows
+Know He fixin’ to bless me
+When I see them rainbows
+Know I got some pots o’ gold
+‘Cause I’m a good nigga
+(I’m a good nigga)
+From my walk to my talk
+I’m a certified hood nigga
+(uh huh)
+Did for people, so God, he ain’t forget me
+I been seein’ rainbows since the day I left prison
+(hater)
+Fuck a dollar, man, I stack ‘em by the fifty
+White, red, caramel, I got some rainbow bitches
+[Chorus]
+Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover
+Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow
+Drivin’ it like Future
+(aw, shit)
+Back to back, track for track
+And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow
+Ridin’ with my shooter
+(shooter, look at Miley shoot)
+Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga
+Might be prettier than a rainbow
+
+[Verse 2]
+You know when the rain leave
+Rainbows appear
+And hoes left me on my [?]
+Same hoes that [?]
+It’s like the rainbow tryin’ to send a message
+Huh, I probably got a couple hoes pregnant
+Huh, I got that animal in me
+That Hannibal in me
+Example a nigga
+Fucking vet, ain’t no amateur in me
+I see the light at the tunnel
+I fight with my hunger
+Seein’ rainbows all day
+I’m throwin’ dice, this a [?]
+Junkie at the corner store ask for money
+I gave ‘im 25
+(25)
+Seein’ rainbows soon as I hit 85
+(Oh, 85)
+God bless real niggas
+That’s how the game goes
+Can see my pretty bitch
+But you can’t touch her
+She a rainbow
+[Chorus]
+Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover
+Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Thinkin’ ‘bout my future
+Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow
+Drivin’ it like future
+(aw, shit)
+Back to back, track for track
+And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow
+Ridin’ with my shooter
+(shooter, look at Miley shoot)
+Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga
+Might be prettier than a rainbow
+
+[Verse 3]
+First in my feelin’s
+Bein’ out my feelin’s
+Now you tuned into thug talk
+I’m the realest
+God make the rainbows
+My rainbows made millions
+Had nothin’ as a child
+Now I stack it to the ceilin’
+I’m the man up in the buildin’
+I’m the man to my children
+All the fans say I’m the realest
+Call me Mr. Rainbow
+Yeah, I got the finer things in life
+But I don’t change, though
+You ain’t tryin’ to see the rainbow
+Then what you in the game for
+[Outro]
+I used to ride with my soldier, soldier, soldier
+On the corner, wishin’ we would see a fucking rainbow
+Rap out the money, money, money
+Try the heart of gold
+I will always get a rainbow
+Look at that rainbowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+So You Wanna Be a Gangsta?Yeah
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
+Sure bout dat lil daddy?
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Take a walk across that track where you see junkies pheens and robbers
+Calicos and choppas infa-reds that spot yah
+My niggas got on dem reeboks wit dem baby 9's tucked
+Hollin I don't give a fuck if you love yo hood then throw it up
+Now where the prayas prayers to us we need a Mill. man
+Two days from Christmas and I gotta pay the bills man
+So I'm on a rainy night with a gangsta who don't play no games
+He love them fortys and them fortys don't get jam man
+Now you wanna be gangsta step to me and you gon' disappear
+My momma raised all dicks it ain't no pussy here
+Now I love them gangstas from the lil ones to the ol g's
+From the weed papers to the Optimo leaves we blow trees
+So think about it when you step in that water
+You wanna thug but you gotta thug harder nigga
+
+[Chorus: x4]
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
+Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Verse two for the niggas who knock knock who really wanna chop
+For the niggas who change like grades and made me write that animosity
+For the niggas who rap about you but that only make you betta
+Everytime I hear my name its like anotha love letter
+This for them niggas worst than you dude
+For them niggas who petti jack for thowbacks and Fubu
+For the niggas who steady stack ya playem' they a shoot you
+For the one who drop hits on you bitches like Lil Boo do
+You don't know bout the game you need a nigga to come and school you
+You don't know bout this pain yo closest nigga he a fool you
+You bust and you bang
+Man you betta get ya bread cuz niggas comin to get yah behind the color blue wit
+Red Anotha shot of that hen I'm gon be tipsy man
+Since they killed solja you will neva catch me slippin man
+Lets grip this thing and fill our enemies with hot lead
+Bury me thuggin I ain't scared just like Pac said
+But I'm tired of runnin from guns too much smoke in my lungs
+But they keep callin back so I gotta make runs
+[Chorus: x4]
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
+Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
+
+[Verse 3:]
+You sho bout this yea you don't know bout this yea
+Well is you down to bust a head (Head you know I ain't scared)
+Well it take way more than half of you cross the track to the depth
+Since you gon tat that on yo arm you gotta be bout that there
+Meet me at twelve on the corner in the projects
+I feel you real but I don't know cuz we ain't ride yet
+Now show me where the niggas at who playin with my son
+Imma hit him up you walk over him knock out his lungs (Bluh)
+And tell that nigga sumthin gangsta when you hit him up
+Like what o you playin huh (Bluh Bluh)
+And now we scratchin off the scene in the Elcamina
+Streight to the river where the killas throw the black neenas
+Now you official nigga
+My nigga want love anybody play with you they get they issue nigga
+We got them 45's and 38's 22's and 25's
+12-gauges that come from lock with a hundred buck shots (Bluh Bluh)
+You niggas scared cuz domes get blown and you ain't seen it yet
+And them green eyes fuckin with yah and you dreamin that
+Its consequences when you thug you betta ask my cuzin Bronson
+Yeah they cut his braids off and seperate him from his young one
+Yeah
+Fa real nigga
+Yeah
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
+You wanna gang
+You don't wanna get out here boy its real out here
+Look check this out
+Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
+You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
+Answer that nigga
+Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
+You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
+So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Drop Top Music[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Big Wayne on this beat nigga, drop top music, gas the whip up
+Call my bad bitch, uh huh, way better than my last bitch
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Drop top, wife beater and the weed lit
+Woke up this morning, hit three chicks
+Show money today, it's so sunny
+Check the whip off playa, I'm getting money
+[?] on my face, yeah this a couple grand
+Hunnid grand plus in my jewel house pants
+Everywhere I ride, getting love from the fans
+Bond no. 9, you can see it when I pass
+Going to the hotspot cause I love that you're my eight
+Rolex watch, four bricks and a half
+Haters looking down, I just look at them and laugh
+Champagne, bubble bath, shopping spree for my gal
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross]
+This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
+This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
+(this that shit that we ride to)
+Top down riding with my duffle bag
+Shoutout to my [?]
+Drop down where them fucking hustlers at
+[?] where that weed rolled
+[Verse 2]
+Today i'm in that [?] Cuban chains on my neck
+Look to the right bad bitch on deck
+Hottest nigga in the game and i'm feeling like that
+Big bank roll ooh kill em like that
+I might go in the mall and spend 5
+All black King's hat Air Max 95
+Go take a ride to that other side
+Call my nigga in that 63 Chevy
+Tell that boy bring Ebony and Stephanie
+I'm a put em in the backseat
+3 bad bitches and me
+Now we four deep
+Loud in the air living life without a care
+To the hood where it's good
+Where we creeping like a snail (real slow)
+[?] in my mouth
+Looking up thanking god
+That i'm the realest nigga out
+Hand on the wheel
+And the pinky ring talk
+And the pinky ring talk, i'm a boss
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross]
+This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
+This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
+(this that shit that we ride to)
+Top down riding with my duffle bag
+Shoutout to my [?]
+Drop down where them fucking hustlers at
+[?] where that weed rolled
+[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
+Drop top double R
+My name ring in the city
+That phone still jumping
+They know i got em for 20
+Bad boy with the bricks
+My boy Meek out in Philly
+I got a house on the beach
+Don't make me peel back the ceiling
+Top down everyday
+To show these niggas my watch
+On the phone at the lot
+My Benzie holding my Glock
+Got a stick in the trunk
+That bitch right next to the amp
+If i got beef with a nigga
+Then I got beef with his camp
+[?] i'm ready
+They red bottom you dig
+26 inch wheels and went and got em a [?]
+Check in the luggage
+And carry on all the money
+Take his bitch in the club
+You know that bitch looking for me
+Bitches flagging me down
+They got me tapping my breaks
+Shorty pretty in the ass
+[?]
+They wanna ride in the drop
+She wanna fuck with a boss
+She wanna fuck with some [?]
+My nigga let down the drop
+(i'm out)
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross]
+Drop drop drop drop drop top music
+Drop top music
+This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
+Drop top music
+(this that shit that we ride to)
+Top down riding with my duffle bag
+Shoutout to my [?]
+Drop down where them fucking hustlers at
+[?] where that weed rolled3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Confused (2007)And lately, I, been so confused
+Dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool
+Now I'm ready to chop ya crew
+Been talkin to tha devil is whateva with lil bo
+You ain't heard I was raised by some hard heads
+They locked up or they all dead
+Spoon fed or dog fed
+We untame, that's how I play it
+And everybody changin, trippin all a sudden
+Ain't askin how I'm feelin they just askin me for money
+Now three years ago they talked about me
+Criticized me, and laughed at me
+Called me local joker had lil boosie finna stop rappin
+I'm still so confused, got bread and still ain't happy
+Cause I'm lost without these pictures, lil I and my f*ckin daddy
+God tell me bout this ho right here, is this just a ho right here? will she keep it gutta if a nigga go and blow this year
+That purp is what we smoke this year
+Blowin up I see it clear
+Rap game on a nigga
+I'm finna show them bitch that boosie real
+That hatin cause I shake back
+Brand new monte, take that
+Real spinnas on it, whatever they want
+I'm gon pay that
+I got it so I lay back
+Jung-out style
+And I got a five westin connection
+Ask my nigga lil rob
+And I got diamonds on my pinky ring
+Niggas wanna stank me manye
+I flood the city with drank now they callin me the drank king
+I'm still tryna maintain, fore I catch me a case
+Tryna make baton rouge look like cali and you still gon hate?
+And I don't lost alot of niggas, my trust f*cked up
+And I done did some dirty shit that's why my luck f*cked up
+It ain't no purple in the city so I'm sippin that tus
+I mention like smoke out friday when he hit that dust
+Member of them zigzag big sacks them burberry dates
+When you snatched your first purse went hit the mall and got laid
+Manye they got niggas in the grave so confused
+They saw they death comin and they could'ntduck them tools
+And lately, I been gettin too motherf*ckin high
+I'm on my third blunt before the f*ckin sun rise
+From the cradle to the grave
+I'm gon always keep it gutta
+I should be number 1 on everybodys list, motherf*cka
+And lately, I, been so confused dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool (tool tool tool)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Where would i be-lil boosie
+Where would i be man for real
+I dont know prolly out derr on the corner wit a big ass 40 in my hands
+
+
+
+Where would i be with all this pain and struggle/see my daddy never home so i blame my mother/me and my brother we grew up fast/enough tears to fill a glass watchin mom and dad/made a promise to his self that he will never be thuggin/gave life to his cousin plus his daddy was clever/this street life showed me a lot and it made me ready/showed me how this niggas turn when they loan fetti/what would you do without my grandmom she tried to preach/she tried to fix me ? so i can run the streets/where would i be with all this beef and animosity/not scopin not even knowin that dey watchin me/remember screamin till ya lungs when u gotta work/it hurt ya pride down inside cuz your partners lookin/remember that first time you walked inside central booking/? and bbc's had ya feet cookin/
+
+
+
+Where would i be man. i dont know. porlly locked up doing bout 16 years or somethin. In this life the more money the more problems. without that shit i dont know where ill be
+
+
+Where would i be without big loc and my nigga fraw/prolly still in front of ? tryna get it off/i watched the ballers ball daily in my neighborhood/i seen em fall to this ? in baton rouge/i seen it all from the thongs to the high skirts/i seen demons bring pain ?/my own cousin stole from me/plenty of times/i must love him cuz i put em up in plenty of rhymes/where would i be without my daughter who made me focus/thinkin bout the hard times when i was smokin roaches/2 at the foot 2 at the head 2 on the couch/ 2 pee'd the bed the other 4 slob from the mouth/d pitcher gone and it hurt/saw a couple hoes cryin at the church/everybody got a rest in peace shirt/but they dont feel my pain when im lonely and it hurt
+
+
+
+Where would i be man shit. i dont know.prolly on the corner wit a big ass 40 in my hand or something.chasin these dog ass hoes.damn the nigga you think love you. he dont love you. he just want ya bread.thats how i see it. i know i dont know where i'd be
+
+
+
+WHERE... WOULD... I... BE
+
+Comin up in this community/sugar water held it down when the cool-aid leff/grandma she stayed strong bout my grandpa death/where would i be without my fans who showed me love/and i ain't gonna buy my record burnt they gon spend a dub/and prison time got me missin time from my family/i know they love me/ but sometimes i feel they can't stand me/fuck dat powder dat had me actin badder at school/dropped out cuz i prolly woulda blast a fool/remember dem times that me and my brother used to fight my pa/when he hit my momma sound like he broke her jaw/where would i be if i ain't go on dat mission/ i be a pussy ass nigga who let his beef keep slippin/where would i be without dis douja dat keep me blowed/where would i be if i wasn't boosie only God know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m That Nigga Now[Intro]
+I’m that nigga now
+Yes I am
+Who dat
+Who dat
+Boosie
+Yes I am
+
+[Verse 1]
+Wake up, fresh out tha shower
+Started brushin’ my fade
+Started thinkin’ bout money
+Started thinkin’ bout plays
+Dropped that pack to my nephew
+My lil nephew serve J’s
+They don’t come out til next month
+But we got, them new J’s
+Nigga all in my DM
+Say they gon’ shoot me wit’ choppas
+But I checked them pussy niggas page
+They ain’t got no followers
+I’m kinda on, and I know it
+Stack it up, I don’t blow it
+Life of the party for real
+When I walk in, you gon’ know it
+I’m not a poet
+Just spit this shit from tha top of my soul
+Ima gangsta
+He a poet
+That’s the ???
+I might not be him where you from
+But in Dallas, TX I’m cold
+Cuz they believed I was the best
+Since 16 years old
+Got some niggas who look up to me
+16 years old
+My same swag starin’ at me like my old G code
+Probably catch me on somebody beach
+Wit’ like 16 ho’s
+Boosie Estates, my own land
+That’s like 16 mo’
+Jewelhouse, my own clothes
+I don’t need no store
+My lil’ girls love me to death
+I don’t need no ho
+I bleed that 4 from tha birth to tha graveyard step
+My enemies wish me death
+They gon’ need graveyard help
+[Hook]
+I’m that nigga now
+Yes I am
+Who that
+Boo that (2x)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You ain’t gotta tell me girl
+I know I’m tha shit
+Got my stunt from Calvin Ricks
+He liked gold on his shit
+Tattoo’d blood for real G’s
+We put 4’s on our shit
+Took a dream, and made it happen
+Watch ? get rich
+Ima role model
+But I’m not a role model
+Cuz I don’t hang around the good scholars
+We all goblins
+We be swaggin’
+We don’t need stylists
+If you don’t know playa
+We come from nothing at all dawg
+So this is all profit
+Nobody fuckin’ wit’ my music
+Gon’ always say that shit
+Feelin’ like Dolph, don’t play wit’ me
+Play wit’ yo bitch
+Feelin’ like Gotti
+I’m tha King of this shit
+Every time you see Boosie
+I be clean, ask ya bitch about me
+My music be hot shit
+The realist since Pac shit
+Guess I never had shit
+So I’m on this two watch shit
+Got some niggas in prison
+I send em money, they straight
+If you just thinkin’ I’m tha truth
+Appreciate it, but you late
+[Hook]
+I’m that nigga now
+Yes I am
+Who that
+Boo that (2x)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Represent[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Nigga, I represent the Struggle, The hustle, The Dime bag sellin,
+The ATO Convicted Felon
+Nigga I represent the streets, The Projects, and the Niggas who make profit, Where the hell that they keep they Glock at
+You ain't Trill man you can't pop that
+I represent them young niggas who go to clubs and stomp niggas, Its never one on one nigga, They Crowd Shit
+I represent for knuckleheads whos peace is on the streets
+I represent Ivy birdman Rest In Peace
+
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+I reppin for My Peace, The Streets, this really ain't shit to me
+That Doja, That grill, that Belvedere, that Hennessey
+The Fam, Trill, Louisiana PRC
+I am, Still, The Mothafuckin Savage
+Bust a damn deal, Im reppin for my Niggas in that damn steel
+Say cuz I ain't forget you, I'm a stand here, and rep my fuckin hood
+Just like a man, chill, You know Im straight retarded
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+I represent From Baton Rouge, in my city man, I represent for all Katrina victims man
+You feel me man
+From the weed spot, to the coke spot, to the old people on your block
+Put an Eight Ball in your sock, with the 44 you got cock
+What a bad villain your ho got, I am close right now, Im so hot
+Im a soulja in Angola
+Nigga I represent that Calicoe, the rugas, The desert Eagle shooters nigga
+[Verse 4: Webbie]
+I represent for my players that stack like hell and ride round in V12s
+Get that mill, fuck what a nigga tell you, Catch that charge
+Hold em down, dont tell, Fuck that broad, then turn around fuck
+A gal, buy that shit, fuck it ain't nothing, its just money, slide that bitch
+With all that mutha fuckin stuntin, I rep for my people who got this motha fuckin trunking
+And for all my fans whose weed is mothafuckin crunking
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+I represent Louisiana, Mississippi, Detroit and Alabama, Georgia
+And Florida in the Cali, and new York City
+This for my Compton Niggas my DC Killaz
+Im tryin to have scrilla
+Like Pray for heaven nigga
+For that hard head who wake up every morning tryin to get it
+Who went from rockin' dickies, to Evisu on you bitches
+For my niggas in the pen, keep ur head up You feel ur nigga, Boosie know throw yo set up
+
+[Verse 5: Webbie]
+I reppin for Cali, Man whats happnin, New York, way back to Dallas, All the 50 states
+Every nigga who hate. Im reppin bitch Im a star
+See webbie be getting cake my Cars represent me, especially the 108's
+I rep for the bad bitches, I love how they bootie shake
+Im reppin this throw away, cuz Baton Rouge ain't safe
+Im reppin for all the gangstas can't see no other way
+One more time for trill, cuz I promised them we was straight
+[Ending: Lil Boosie]
+We rep out (i represent) (x9)
+Put Your motherfukin hood up (x5)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+They ScaredIntro
+We got these pussy niggas scared
+
+Verse 1
+
+I'll put you in a casket, crawled on by the maggots
+Fuck around with Boosie Bad Azz and the clique, shit will get nasty
+Put you in a pamper, turn you small like a hamster
+Call rigo real marlo mont
+Lil nigga won't you g'on come stand fa ya
+I'm a all around hustla
+I don't know why niggas hate me
+But ya whole family gon die real talk mane whoever try to take me
+See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation
+I know how these pussy niggas hatin
+But I put it on you
+And him
+
+Chorus
+
+Oo it's choppa season
+Oo oo they don't want it, they don't want it
+I'll take ya homie x2
+Leave ya whole clique lonely x2
+And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared
+They scared
+They scared
+I can leave you in the driveway
+I catch you slippin on the highway
+You can run Monday, run Tuesday, run Wednesday
+We gon catch you buy Friday
+Boy
+After I hurt ya people, I might go to Costal Rica
+Come back to the club like "What thug nigga?"
+I be thuggin like its legal
+Boy
+Bring that drama to the South
+You gon get thugged out
+Ass to bucked up and fucked up
+Bitch I'mma knock ya brains out
+Closed casket
+See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation
+I know how these pussy niggas hatin
+But I put it on you
+And him
+
+Chorus
+
+Oo its choppa season
+It ain't a game
+Gotta be a beast in these streets where we hang
+Most niggas want ya fame
+Some niggas want ya chain
+Niggas hate to see a nigga shinnin, damn shame
+Shoot em up
+Bang bang
+That's the code that we live by
+Money got me real fly
+Kush got me real high
+Closet full of guns mane a nigga gotta feel my
+Muthafuckin pain ask T.I it ain't a game
+Rollin with my soldiers, rollin on roller
+Nigga look wrong he can get fucked over
+Playin hard that ain't nothing to me, so don't come fuckin with me
+2 23's and 40 Glocks, will make ya fuckin heart stop
+Chorus
+
+Oo it's choppa season
+Oo oo they don't want it
+I'll take ya homie
+Leave ya whole clique lonely
+See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation
+I know how these pussy niggas hatin
+But I put it on you
+And him
+Oo it's choppa season
+
+Outro
+
+C.O.D nigga
+Choppas on deck!
+I don't talk about it nigga
+I lay down laws
+Boosie Bad Azz
+Mixtape after mixtape
+This tape I'm just rip everybody like a muthafuckin beast like I used to nigga
+And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared
+They scared
+They scared
+Big Wayne it's choppa season!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Paid[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone
+Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone
+Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone
+Diamonds on my - d-diamonds on my
+
+[Hook; Boosie Badazz]
+I'm getting paid like a motherfucker
+Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid
+I'm getting paid like a motherfucker
+Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid
+My dough go
+Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching
+My life's a
+Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop
+Couple bad bitches, couple hundreds in the droptop
+Young, rich nigga, Corleone, I talk my talk
+Six different hustles, bitch, I'm eating like the mob
+Block parties turned to yacht parties
+Fat knots now we black cardin', I'm a go-getter, nigga
+Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up
+50 Cent on my line, nigga, we talk bucks
+Louis stove, we spent Cutlass in Regus, nigga
+Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of killers
+My crew so big, my car so big
+My bitch so thick, look how she bling
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+My bread stacking, boy, I ain't lacking
+I'm playing mack with your bitch
+My trap jumping, I clap something
+Don't fuck around with my shit
+Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter
+I'm riding around with my heat
+On the night shift I got a four fifth
+I blow a nigga off his feet
+When I'm riding dirty, got an Uzi with me
+Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me
+Winner jewelry with me, got a shooter with me
+There ain't nothing niggas 'round can do with me
+Getting paid like a motherfucker, get bread
+Switching lanes like a motherfucker, shit yeah
+Move the 'caine like it's all legal
+Hustle like a nigga really still need to
+Watch it come in back, hit the right jack
+Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back
+Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot
+Turn into a foreign up the lot
+Switch gears all year, we getting paper
+Some bitch niggas hate us
+We could talk about it later
+Right now we moving major
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+I'm getting paid like a motherfucker, say that then
+We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends
+Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in
+Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer
+Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer
+I'm my own CEO, I'm an artist, I'm an employer
+I'm on the run, life good, I'm on a full stomach
+Ain't Sean John yet, but I'm a young Puffy
+
+[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Black Rain[Hook:]
+Graveyards packed
+Jail House crowded
+Black Rain, Black Rain
+
+Graveyards packed
+Jail House crowded
+Black Rain, Black Rain
+
+Graveyards packed
+Jail House crowded
+Black Rain, Black Rain
+
+Graveyards packed
+Jail House crowded
+Black Rain, Black Rain
+
+[Verse 1:]
+They just gave my cousin Bronson
+A dime piece
+All of a sudden muthafuckas they don blind me
+Wish I can walk around the corner and find Bleek
+Scoop Fin in my Charger with his nine beam
+Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie
+Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me
+I got a head with no screws Boosie you'on listen
+I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison
+Black rain  in Angloa where the thugs roll
+Too many members gone that I know
+Hoochie, Moo, and Lil Joe
+I just did a nickel
+Around my way we don't play boy
+Extension and AR's
+Ivy and my fucking daddy
+They in the same graveyard
+On god I go hard it ain't no pulling my card
+Just looking at me wrong
+Bitch, you pushing a bar
+They want stripes no money
+Doing life no numbers
+Hunnid bodies in two months
+What we call cold summers , bitch
+[Hook:]x4
+
+[Verse 2:]
+The rain that I see
+The people I meet
+I know black rain
+I've shed blood for yah
+Check out my tat mane 'my nigga name'
+The people chase cause we caking (it's like pac-man)
+Everybody killing no choice
+Go buss ya ass man
+We get it in my friend
+Young live niggas
+This is for my body baggers
+Them shy niggas
+Shit, I'm riding around with my pistol
+These niggas crazy
+Police killing muthafukas daily
+I got it if off of safety
+Lil boy just died in a homicide
+He was a by-stander
+Not that dude , he was cool
+We die random
+Too many gone that I grew up with
+Prolly would've changed my life if I knew that shit (man)
+Blood stains , white sheets
+Another smoked teen
+Shot him down like he was grown
+He was 14
+Agents gave BG lil doogy 14
+I just lost my nigga pimp to the codeine
+[Hook] x43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Levi’s[Intro: Lil Phat]
+Ahh Shitt; Them Levi's Back...
+Them Levi's Back, And Now I Need A Cowboy Hat
+Lil Phat [Look, Look, Look]
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Phat]
+Air Force Ones, I Need A Size 10 501's Levi's Stick In
+My Levi's Be Dope, My G-Nikes Be Coke
+Like Everywhere I Got, I'm Pulling All Yo Hoes
+Tha Veddy Niggah Whilin I Be Shinin I Be Clean
+I Be Fresh And I Be Dumb Like Everytime I Hit Da Scene
+I'm Still In My Teens But My Whip A Hundred G's
+Doin 200 From B.R. To New Orleans
+Before I Was On Em, Ross Was Pluckin Levi's
+I Saw Em With Em In Miami And Dey Caught My Eyes
+Hit Tha Stuntin Like My Daddy In Da Bak Seat Of Da Phantom
+Drivin My 80 In Tank Top And Da Bandana
+Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out
+Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out
+Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out
+Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out
+
+[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+I Bought Them Levi's Back Hoes Jockin My Swagg
+White Tee's White One's Can't Go Wrong With Dat
+New Chain "SuperBad" Models All On My Dick
+When BadAzz In Levi's You Can Call Me Brad Pitt
+We Got Big As A Bitch His Waste Ahh 36
+Phat Got Big Too He In A Jag Comin Through
+"Boo" Got Too Many Cars Ain't No Room In My Yard
+Levi's And Tighty Whiteys Keep My Dick Real Hard
+Polo Hard To Bite My Nuts Thuggin
+501 501 White Girls Love Em
+
+My Mommah Say I Look Good In Em Got Tah Whole Hood In Em
+Stone Wash Wear Em One Time ANd I Through With Em, I'm Ballin KRAZYY
+I'm A Dog I'm A Dog 5 Fresh Pairs Of G-Nikes When I Hit Tha Mall
+She Won't Call And Meet Me Up In Traffic While I'm Sippin My Cup
+I Put My Hoes In Levi's, Make That Ass Sit Up {Heyyy}
+
+[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+Young Savage, Trill Ent., Look
+Since I Put Up Them Evisu's And Monkey's Dats All I Wear
+I Went And Hit The Mall Tuesday And Bought Like 50 Pair
+I Leave The Tag On The Back To Show You They Fresh As Hell
+50 Bucks On Them Taxes Man These Bitches Playa
+I Like Em Hard But The Soft And Starched Ones I Don't Much Wear Em
+Lil Boosie Webbie And Phat Oh Yeah This Shit Right Here Gone Jam
+I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too
+I Like The Brown One Da Best Cause They Go Da Best With These Gucci Shoes
+I Got The Orange Da Purple Da Yellow Burgan And Terp Ones
+Tha Red From Indigo One Yeah I'm Tha Hoes Choice
+Catch Me In My Stone Wash Ridin In My Rolls Royce
+Fresh Levi Jacket For Whenever I'm Cold Now
+You Know I Make Em Look Expensive Just Because I Be In Em
+Got So Many My Closet Look Like A Levi Convention
+I'm Dope As A Chicken Bout As Fly As A Plane
+I Take Yo Main And Old Lady And Straight First Night That Thang
+[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
+My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
+My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Paid My Dues[Intro][Lil' Boosie]
+
+I'mma send this out
+To all those motherfucka's
+Who don't respect my grind
+Actin' like they don't know my struggle
+Who act like I came out yesterday
+
+[Hook][Lil' Boosie]
+
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+Paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in)
+So i can't lose
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues
+Knocked some niggas out they shoes
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in)
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin)
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in!)
+Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues)
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues (Nigga!)
+I done paid my... (Real talk nigga)
+[Verse 1][Lil' Boosie]
+I done paid my dues, I done lost some niggas
+I done cross some niggas, I done did some shit
+10 years spittin' this real shit down the pipe
+Fuckin' right I done hustled' white
+I done laid niggas down, I done ran the block
+From the bottom to the top, I'm a gorilla
+Ask the hood, I'm a good nigga!
+Got the right to say I am Baton Rouge nigga!
+I done made niggas money, you already know
+Now It's time for Me to be a CEO
+So after this album, I got to go
+But if you need me nigga, I got you though
+I done strapped in jail, no checkout nigga
+I got the right to hold my chest out nigga
+I never told on nobody, had pure cocaine like Yo Gotti
+I done made niggas, I done saved niggas
+When the boss shit came I did not run
+Got the lawyer, made the bond, made real niggas out my lil' son
+I done hit the interstate, plenty times
+I-10 chain represent the grind
+Day for day, dime for dime
+? ?
+
+[Hook]
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+Paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in)
+So i can't lose
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues
+Knocked some niggas out they shoes
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin)
+I done paid my dues
+Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues)
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues (Nigga!)
+I done paid my... (Real shit!)
+
+[Verse 2][Lil' Boosie]
+You already know, show for show
+State for state, I done made the cake
+I done took my niggas across the world
+Did so much for they boy's and girl's
+I done gave away so much to kids
+Swear to God, I love the kids!
+But I'm bout mine, I slang iron
+I gotta rep the street, don't fuck with his
+I done paid my dues, win or lose
+I'm like B.B. King when you talk the blues
+Went from wang-dang chains to bling bling (Bitch)
+But I deserve it
+Been true to the game, I taught people
+When the hurricane came, I housed people
+When the lights off, I done came through
+A lot of niggas mad cause they ain't Boosie
+I done road for my dogs, retaliation
+"Fa, Fa, Fa", No hesitation when
+I done jumped out the car with pistols
+So Big Mel, wouldn't go to jail
+Shit that wasn't supposed to be said on songs
+I said it, cause I tell the truth!
+[Hook]
+
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+Paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in)
+So i can't lose
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues
+Knocked some niggas out they shoes
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin)
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in!)
+Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues)
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues (Nigga!)
+I done paid my... (Let me talk to em' right quick!)
+
+[Verse 3][Lil' Boosie]
+Real talk, I've done it all
+Twelve years old, stealin' out the mall
+I done ball till' I fall and got back up
+I done fucked every bitch you tryna' cut
+I'm a damn good daddy, you already know
+But I took my liquid child support
+I done beat them bitches in court
+So many times, I ain't lying
+I done seen dead bodies, young as hell
+Real talk, know some niggas on that real
+My music hold em' down
+I done damn near been killed by the k9
+Had to wrestle niggas tryna' take mine
+In the hospital bout' to die
+Woke up and saw little blinking eyes
+I done been bust' on a couple times
+I didn't get hit I'm a black cat
+Nine lives, fuckin' right I'm a little long
+I grind and got my own home
+X, pills, and PCP, ain't none of that shit stopped a G
+A big dog, chasin' cheese
+Gettin' followed by the F.E.D.S
+
+[Hook]
+
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+Paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in)
+So i can't lose
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin')
+I done paid my dues
+Knocked some niggas out they shoes
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Strugglin)
+I done paid my dues (Bust'in!)
+Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues)
+I done paid my dues (Hustlin')
+I done paid my dues (Real talk)
+I done paid my dues (Nigga!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+For Da Love of Money[Intro]
+Say thug (say thug)
+Money’ll make a nigga change on you (change on you)
+That you thought was solid from the jump, huh? (from the jump)
+Maney’ll make a hoe turn on you and say she loves you (say she loves you)
+For real though (for real though)
+Boosie Badazz
+Thug Talk
+(straight thug talk)
+Thug talk
+Shid
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga shootin’ out the window at his kinfolk
+Cous’ ran out with ten pounds o’ antidote (antidote)
+Chopper city in the streets rappin’ time too
+Long gun, touchin’ niggas like they rhyme though (aye)
+Money make you knock the meat outta this taco
+Dope [?] not a boss beefing with his cop hoe (cop hoe)
+Boss sendin’ niggas back to his bank though (aaw shit)
+Any body’s, plenty bodies, El Chapo
+Cross town they put the hoe up in the truck uh
+Snitchin’ so he gave the wrong to his first love (first love)
+Went in the home and they tied up the work plug (guess what?)
+Same niggas tied him up was his first cous
+They got friends killin’ friends over cocaine (cocaine)
+Saw the brick, sold a nigga blast it’s a cold game (cold game)
+Homeboy stole from me, it was cold rain (cold rain)
+Same nigga use to wear, I luh my gold chain
+[Hook]
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money)
+What they all do is
+For da love of money (love of money)
+(money make ‘em all, money, money
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+Money make ‘em all change on us (change on us)
+Money make ‘em all change
+For da love of money
+
+[Verse 2]
+He was really from the hood but he got robbed (he got robbed)
+But he hustle like a motherfucker nonstop (nonstop)
+Now the jackers wanna jack him out his drop top (cold)
+Taking [?] sendin’ goons to his stash spot (money)
+Money make fams steal from they own fam (cold)
+Make a homeboy kill his own friend (cold)
+Send you in the bank with the wrong friend (oh?)
+Ha’ you in Angola on the long B (long B)
+My native ruler Ali, it gotta be
+Wife kill a husband for his policy (for his money)
+I been watching ID Discovery
+I knows most of these hoes thinkin’ money when they fuckin’ me
+Divorce time they go to war ‘bout one thaing (the money)
+Ones still got the same last name (that name)
+Don’t even give a damn where the kids go (the money)
+Only thing that matter  where the ends go (the money)
+They got kids gettin’ hated at school
+Because they always keep the Magic John’s shoes on they feet (parents got money)
+They got niggas hatin’ on Boosie Boo
+Because my money, when they had the same chance as me
+[Hook]
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money)
+What they all do is
+For da love of money (love of money)
+(money make ‘em all, money, money)
+Money make ‘em all change
+Money make ‘em all change on us (change on us, huh)
+Money make ‘em all change
+For da love of money (love of money)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Nigga shoot you in the back for the blue hunnids (talk to ‘em)
+Shoot up your Cadillac cause the crew stuntin’ (talk to ‘em)
+See you at the club wan’ do som’n
+You like damn why they hatin’, I ain’t do nothin’ (shid)
+But that money som’n he ain’t got (he ain’t got)
+Know why most rap beefs start? Make us runnin’ hot (runnin’ hot, fly)
+Strippers hatin’ on a next stripper
+Cause she got a bigger bag and the bitch got the best tipper (aye, ho)
+Money make your friend turn enemy (talk to ‘em)
+Money is the kick off for jealousy (talk to ‘em)
+Money make the chicks get naked (talk to ‘em)
+Money make my last bitch get hated
+[Hook]
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+(money make ‘em all change)
+(money, money)
+What they all do is
+For da love of money (love of money, love of money)
+(money make ‘em all, money, money
+Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change)
+Money make ‘em all change on a nigga huh
+Money make ‘em all change
+For da love of money
+Love of money
+Love of moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stressin’ MeLike I said on rap city nigga
+I can't complain
+
+She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
+But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
+Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
+But im protected by his fears
+So death I dont fear..
+
+Through all the struggles (mannnn)
+Through all the pain (say that)
+Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right)
+Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie
+Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me
+Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small
+99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll)
+Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya
+Every night I thank god im a super star
+Through all the murders, through all the jail time
+Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real ?lane? line
+Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks
+He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga
+She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin
+She just dont know bookoo hoes won't be up in her position
+Got a nigga stressed out (I ain't worried)
+Gettin 15 gs stay swervin..
+She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
+But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
+Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
+But im protected by his fears
+So death i dont fear..
+
+I know he blessed me this christmas
+Gunna have a happy new year
+With all my family and my niggas
+Bread done got thicker, thanks to him
+God dont let em walk down on me like soulja slim
+A 100 thousand the first month, you know its him
+This watch, this chain, this bracelet
+God gone make me go for them
+Bitch I play a ?butterem?
+Bad bitches lovin him
+These streets ain't the place for me
+Police tryin to put a case on me
+But god see that we all created equal
+Some hustle harder then others
+Regardless we all brothers
+Just come from different mothers
+Niggas I used to fuck with are ?now me now?
+Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now
+I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools
+I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew
+They want my hand in my lap, lay me down
+I stay strapped with 50 rounds
+And its goin down..
+She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
+But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
+Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
+But im protected by his fears
+So death i dont fear..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What Goes UpNigga jaked the whole city
+But when he died everr bodi showed him
+God don't see nigga through ya name up in business(boosie dis boosie dat)I ain't the one you need to watch nigga or you gone bleed every try nigga live by da gun kno you gon die by one
+It's consequences when you ride by one(5 years nigga)
+Nigga took his son nigga took his nephew it will neva stop(neva stop)
+Anybodi can get it who eva on the block
+Some people kill boys den kill girls but god let em live so they can get killed in da world
+So come home nigga dat choppa waitin patiently
+Round the handle black bandanna bitch come play with me
+Jacked err bodi though you get away with it (naw)
+You think a nigga just gone keep lettin you play with em(naw)
+Every time my cousin jacked a nigga somethin happend(trell)
+Either a nigga came up short or he recked his
+Wut goes up
+Must come down
+Sleep arund your own front door
+Befor u try to sleep around mine
+Cause I'm a hit cha with da 9 9 times in yo muthaf*ckin spin
+My nigga stole from me man (aww shit)
+I kno he misses me man I kno he miss da click
+Ain't even seen da house dat a nigga grind to get
+I kno he miss da viedos and da fresh fits
+Just f*ck ova a good nigga I seen it all
+Fall in love with a thug and get doged
+When I was small man I recall
+All the niggas with the drive ways ain't got a dime today
+So I think about it popped a bottle I drinkin out
+Prayin for betta days strapped on my chedda chaes
+It's
+(hu bra)
+It ain't a game yo made a million dollas sellin dope hurtin folks nigga you kno
+Wut goes up
+Must come down
+Everybodi got dat a shit (u lay round one day you lay)
+Eventually our love gone be history can't let des niggas get to me
+Nigga might tryto send a bitch in me
+I'm a send dat bitch back cut up love letta (wut up)
+You eva did a lil dirty came back a lil worse
+Need to take my ass to church
+I say dat all da time
+Why you lyne gotta point to prove
+Roger climens still lyne betta tell tha truth (wut goes up must come down)
+Walk round here thinkin you gon keep playin dem yougsters
+Get found by a junkie behind one of thoes f*ckin dumpsters
+My black pep remember when dey sprayed us down with holes pipes
+They kill barack we killin whites back to civil rights
+Try to do right mane I tried to stay focus lost another
+I'm to loaded
+Car from car mane it's commin back to hunt me
+Niggas catchin charges every monday time to slow down (mane)
+Who you gon call wen it finally go down niggas you turned ya back on when you was on (don't answer da phone)
+I heard des niggas got prices on my head(shit)
+Well I gotta put prices on dey whole click
+Bout dat dramma gettin money comma comma don't be dirty betta ask my baby momma
+It's commin back I run dis track for tha niggas who think dey slick and
+Talkin shit
+But I'm gettin rick and you ain't shit mothaf*cka
+Wut goes up
+Must come down
+My niggas in da hood always down with me
+But still at times I can't help but wonder and see
+All des nigga talkin bout day down for me but when comes it's whos gonna ride for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Go Away[Verse 1]
+I ain’t going back to jail bro
+Nasty ass food thug
+Can’t sleep on lock down at night and shit thug
+I used to love when my kids come visit me
+But tears in my eyes when they leave
+Cause I can’t leave with them you know
+I ain’t trying to go through that shit no more
+I’m through with that shit forreal
+
+I go back to that mother-fucka
+They go talk about me like a dog
+And this why
+
+[Hook]
+I don’t wanna go away
+Cause I know how these bitches play
+I just wanna ball and stay
+Don’t wanna grey off in that place
+Free, well , food still on my plate
+Don’t want no CO’s in my face
+I don’t wanna go away
+And miss my people everyday
+Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid
+Or hear none of my records get played
+Or put more money in my safe
+Had me wishing I would have stayed
+I don’t wanna go away
+[Verse 1]
+I don’t wanna go back
+Nigga go change and I know that
+All my little change they go blow that
+No drink back asking where the 4 at
+I know they get grimy so
+Don’t wanna hurt momma no
+Don’t wanna eat slob no more
+I wanna eat, pop a dough
+Probably hit the booth from Atlantic
+Hoes go jump out the Boosie Titanic
+With the quickness
+Niggas go turn into bitches
+Michael Jordan don’t need pimping
+Who go answer everytime I call
+Who go take my lil boy to the mall
+Can’t leave cause I’m up in my prime
+But the bigger the harder they fall
+Did years behind that wall
+Tears behind that wall
+Fight kick throw shit
+But I promise you
+Bitch no fear behind that wall
+Rather Roll in my Rolls
+Cut my hair when I want to
+Bath when I want to, ride in ma slab when I want to
+If I go right back man I know what they go do
+[Hook]
+I don’t wanna go away
+Cause I know how these bitches play
+I just wanna ball and stay
+Don’t wanna grey off in that place
+Free, well , food still on my plate
+Don’t want no CO’s in my face
+I don’t wanna go away
+And miss my people everyday
+Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid
+Or hear none of my records get played
+Or put more money in my safe
+Had me wishing I would have stayed
+I don’t wanna go away
+
+[Verse 2]
+I’m good right here I ain’t tryna go nowhere
+If it ain’t about freedom if it ain’t about money
+You ain’t go see Ro there (see Ro there)
+Hating ass niggas tryna make me lose my cool
+But I ain’t gon go there
+You already know the king of the ghetto
+A fool will leave a nigga with no hair
+Then ima have to get a bond
+Ima have to get a lawyer
+Ima have to press for the docket
+Up early in the motherfucking morning
+Let the metal detector take everything out my pocket
+You know i’m pose to be drop head
+With a bad bitch all up in her
+Till she telling me to stop it
+I ain’t nothing but a baller tryna shoot my shot
+The judge and the prosecutor tryna block it
+It’s all go my deep ends like man to man
+They wanna catch me selling something hand to hand
+No roof Chris commissary bag in hand
+In the penitentiary wishing for a dark caravan
+And all my real niggas doing that time
+I know they feel me
+For something I had in my pocket
+I’m looking at a dime they tryna kill me
+[Hook]
+I don’t wanna go away
+Cause I know how these bitches play
+I just wanna ball and stay
+Don’t wanna grey off in that place
+Free, well , food still on my plate
+Don’t want no CO’s in my face
+I don’t wanna go away
+And miss my people everyday
+Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid
+Or hear none of my records get played
+Or put more money in my safe
+Had me wishing I would have stayed
+I don’t wanna go awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Grade A (LADR)[Verse 1]
+Coming up, I wanted a money roll to get an honor roll
+Bitches so bad you think about em and they conscience cold
+And I’ll take these bitches over 100 hoes
+Straight like that, lyrical lord I’m talking shaped like that
+Got the body of a goddess with the face to match
+Grade A nigga, so great A I track
+No C’s and D’s on my team, girl you a tiger
+
+[Hook][x2]
+Check out my honor roll, grade A bitches
+Grade A, Grade A, Grade A bitches
+Check out my honor roll, grade A bitches
+Put your hands up if you want grade A bitches
+
+[Verse 2]
+Check me out now, red bone slim waist
+Pretty face, pretty pussy, grade A
+Can’t forget my Harlem chick, the baddest upstate
+Perfect ass, but it look fake
+Can’t forget my west side bitch out the A
+She a realtor nigga, we at the dealership nigga
+Got a chick at King of Diamonds, Magic City too
+Bad bitches cross the world love Boosie Boo
+My LA chick she amar
+Dressed so sexy, P’ll make her heart
+Perfect eyeliner
+H-Town chick, man all she do is wear designer
+Got her own shit, she a hustler, she a grinder
+[Hook][x2]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Own car, own house
+Weave perfect, and her ass bounce
+Can’t forget my Jamican girl with no stomach
+Whole family street ties, she got old money
+My Puerto Rican super bad, she got a walk on her
+Sexy, sassy, anything, she got a mouth on her
+My Memphis girl, lord knows I bet the house on her
+I got a Chinese broad, bad as Nicki Minaj
+Honor roll, where you at girl?
+Catch the wall, look back, make it clap girl
+Red bottoms [?] time, me and my boss bitch
+You see the shit I got on nigga? She bought this
+Chanel, five swag, that’s my snow bunny
+Blond hair, blue eyes, that’s a poor bunny
+My Cali girl she standing five foot three
+She favor Halle Berry and she bad as can be
+
+[Hook][x2]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m wit yuhTurn me up thug nigga, turn me up
+You know I'm bout to thug with ya
+You're probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now
+Your head smoking
+Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don't want to talk
+Don't worry nigga, you gon see better days coming
+Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting
+I know today a day that you never seen coming
+Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you're crying
+Let me thug with you, I know that feeling
+Block ain't even bumping
+Can't stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries
+Niggas at your head, you're paranoid
+Everywhere they go, they staring hard
+
+[Hook:]
+I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you
+I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry
+Boosie with you, I'm with you, I'm with you
+I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E
+Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling
+Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling
+Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling
+I-I know that feeling, nigga I'm with you
+I know, I-I know
+Know that feeling, I know that feeling
+Nigga I'm
+[Verse 2:]
+Lights off, cold water
+Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter
+Saw the slot machine and couldn't stop putting in quarters
+Kids blame mama cause they never had a father
+Let me thug with you, I know the game
+Know how to make mistakes you can't explain
+This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot
+Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor
+[?] slow her down, you probably listening to me now
+I'm going through some real shit
+Granny in the hospital and she real sick
+Attitude with everybody being a real bitch
+Cause losing your daddy you ain't ready to deal with
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+When it all falls down, I know that feeling
+When it ain't too many left to call, I know that feeling
+When your dog turn small, same law
+And hatred from these racists ring loud
+I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question
+Part of my life was like an old time Western
+Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be
+Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean
+Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team
+People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream
+Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends
+Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Tori Speaks[Interlude – Tori]
+Daddy, I need my nails done
+I need my toes done
+I need my hair re braided
+Daddy, when that new iPhone 6 come out?
+I need that too
+Told y’all we was gone be straight1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Soft to HardIf You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard...
+I got it
+I got it
+I got it
+Let's go now baby
+
+[Hook: x2]
+If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
+
+[Boosie:]
+I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price
+My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life
+Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up
+And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code
+Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter
+Listen Up I'm A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And It's Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find
+Soft Mixed With Dem Green Beans That's For Them Real True Dope Fiends
+That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack
+Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If It's Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic
+Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen
+They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending With It
+High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em With I Got It I Got It
+[Hook: x2]
+If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
+If if you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard
+
+[Big Head:]
+I'm the kitchen type
+I'm the whipping type
+You turn to whipping white
+Then grab and whip it right
+Get the cake blender, and the cake bowl
+Cake mix, baking soda now the cake swole
+I'm the bank, don't believe me check my bank roll
+Stacks baby! Perfect timing keep it white so it ain't gold
+You wanna see some magic? give me the compact
+Hot water hit the plastic then it jump back (abra cadabra)
+I'm a turn them white pies into nigga pies
+Now they hypnotized, and they got bigger eyes
+And we got bigger rides, with the bigger tires
+On the strip we make grip like grip flies
+Matter fact my block hot like french fries
+Will I stop? I think not I gotta get mine
+I'm the goon doctor give it to me I can fix it
+I got a large apetite I need a meal ticket
+[Hook: x2]
+If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
+
+[Foxx]:
+You need a whole thang just text me
+That white bitch she sexin me
+Let me find a pot let me see that soda
+Get the fuck up out the kitchen, you don't like the odor
+I'm taught well learn from a soldier
+My cousin sold it my uncle smoke it
+When I was 12 one day I stole it
+Made a couple dollas I couldn't control it
+Hustl'n hustl'n
+I been cookin and whoopin it
+I been duckin and dodgin 'em
+It ain't right but I'm pushin it
+Judge told me I'm pushin it
+Fuck the judge cause I'm pusin it
+My lil boy need diapers and my old lady she full of shit
+I be on the hot stove where the pots go
+Get the scale out, Joe watch the door
+I'm Chicken Shack, I'm Popeyes, I'm KFC it's rock and roll
+Rollin rock, these patrollin cops
+They don't even knock, they come in with Glocks
+I'm a pull a Pac, I'm a drop one
+Cause a whole brick they'll hang Foxx
+That white thang cost nice change
+Bout 50k'll get you in the game
+You got it soft, I'll make it hard
+Get a whole bird for Lebron James
+You might say I should be a cafeteria worker
+The way I whope over that stove when I'm fulla da purple
+[Hook: x2]
+If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
+If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's softEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Feel Like I Lose My MindLook
+In Memory of my brother dee
+My brother dee huh look
+Look...
+In memories of my brother dee
+Can't let them destroy me
+
+That's my phone ringing
+Who the fuck is bee (is bee)
+Mane get down here
+A bitch nigga just murdered dee
+I dropped down to my knees
+And asked the lord please
+Don't let this here be my brother
+I'll make you bitches bleed
+Know out here looking, stressing
+It wasn't his time to leave (time to leave)
+Remember nissing when we hit licks
+And rode D's and scored Key's and OG's
+Mane it was ugly
+Went from a old cutlass
+To a new caddy on buttons
+See we was thuggin'
+I can't believe you dead
+In the paper I read
+Got me fucked up in the head
+Remember what you said
+You'll be there to the end
+I would rather you lock down
+And go into the pin
+We live that life of sin
+So I guess we gotta suffer
+I just talked to lil' India
+She said tell her daddy see love 'em
+This just really your lil brother
+And I hope you pray for me
+And I hope you watch over your brother
+While I'm on the streets
+??? Rest in peace
+A cold hearted killa out that south
+Dismissing your issue
+If you ever shot em out
+He straight jacking you bitches up in tha drought
+Know matter what he hit for
+Look we parlayed it out....
+Chorus: It seems like I'mma lose my mind
+Cause I lost so many of my time
+And it hurts me down to my soul
+But I never ever let you go (2x)
+
+Look Look
+Dee bitch said he told 'em (I know him)
+He got killed but he
+Left one in tha comma (you lying)
+Him and da nigga terry
+They had a lick
+For two bricks
+Busted open a nigga shit
+And start taping niggas up quick
+One nigga felt for his life
+So he starts to wrestle
+That boy terry panic
+And shot dee off in tha bladder
+He fell to the floor
+Blood all over the bed
+Terry dropped the gun and fled
+And left dee up in the house dead
+Ole' bitch ass nigga
+Not knowing what you doing
+My brother you just ruining
+Left my family boo hooing
+My brother you just ruining
+Left my family boo hooing
+My brother you just ruining
+Left my family boo hooing
+Sleepless nights as he gone
+And we grow
+Niggas wanna test
+That's why I keep dat dirty heat chrome
+I'll bloods keep
+So I'mma be strong
+Don't let these niggas get the best of you
+Riding late at night
+Wit that chopper trynna check a fool
+Chorus 2x
+
+My soul
+
+Mane....
+When I lost my nigga Ivy
+I lost a quarter mill
+Every time I leave this lil drought
+One fall wit all my cheese
+Bathing Apes on our feet
+We live da good life
+He told me don't get in that car dat night
+He saved my life
+So in return
+Ratchet hatchet got you nigga
+From your son to your girl
+Never let your name die
+Long as I'm in this world
+When you died I cried days
+Throw my hat to the front
+I lost weight, sip dallas
+Smoked blunt after blunt
+And I miss my big dog
+Mane...Shit my big dog
+Had swag in my last pocket
+Kiss my big dog
+I told keith I got them believing
+And any nigga talking on CD
+Gotta see me
+Dat nigga took my main man
+Its fucked up
+Nigga took a bulldog mane
+Now tha hood ain't the same
+And I'll never let you die
+I mean that
+I'mma send your kids to college
+This one here for IVYEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+You Dont KnowIntro: Ima send this out to err'body. (err-body) Who said I wasn't gone be shit
+Look at me now (look at me now) how you doing? (how you doing?) I'm doing fine
+A lot of motherfuckers ain't gone listen, they ain't gone listen. (for my real niggas)
+I told them  follow me I had the ticket
+I told them that I had the ticket
+If you dont know now you know. Now you know nigga. Baby baby. (x2)
+Verse 1:
+Let me take you back to 19-98 when I still had a baby (a baby face) chasing paper as a juvenile ? 500 hundred a show now i'm eating baby ( im eating good) first album hood classic yeah I talked some shit, youngest nigga in the camp outlaws I was stamped. ? told me I would shoot to the top, but the first thing I did I put my city on top. They went from calling me lame to screamin' my name. Ghetto stories woke they up ass up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Its going downAhh!, we in dis
+Is we? Yeah!
+Big Head the dome busta [? ]
+Hey, Lil' Boosie in dis
+I love my hood! (I love my hood!)
+You love your hood? For sure! Fours up!
+
+[Hook:]
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
+
+[Lil' Boosie:]
+Oh, Oh it's about to be some raw shit!
+They done let the two sickies of the Dirty South click
+Say Big Head! What's up?
+I ain't been givin' a fuck
+Been, ridin' strapped down on those dubs, just livin' it up
+In the bottom where you find me, for sure nigga
+You know New Orleans doe nigga, my mama ain't raised no hoe nigga
+Vouges nigga, that's what I love, that's what I claim
+That's what I'll die for, till I'm down took out the game
+They go down from four up to four down
+I fuck with niggas I know down, so let the weed go round
+Don't put your Calico down, cause niggas like to go round
+I prefer a showdown, FUCK! My favorite pronoun
+Keep gettin' your hoe down, she says she likes that four sound
+Lil' Boosie got some more sound, so pop and blow pound
+Drink up and throw down, you knew how it was gon' sound
+All my niggas gon' clown, the water deep so don't drown (So don't drown bitch!)
+[Hook:]
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
+
+[Lil' Boosie:]
+Well it's a South thing, and everybody spread the word
+We rule Baton Rouge for puttin' domes on the curb
+I got my dubs you got your dubs nigga, believe dat
+Cross da tracks is where dem G's at
+And God, they got dem weed sack
+Ain't no joke, when it comes to West Poke
+And we got OG's in the hole, if you want you some dope
+You must don't love your hood, if you ain't tatted
+Can't take the pain or blood for your wood you ain't no savage
+See bread I gots to have it! Shit! Look
+I'm a let ya know
+I was sixteen with ten g's, now fuckin' with Loc
+And niggas know me from da South, will take ya bitch or take ya shit
+And if we beef, will take your click (What's up?)
+And from the top to da bottom, we poppin' What? X-pills
+Get it up nigga, givin' dem hoes sex thrills
+Just chill Head comin' and now Bubbles had somethin'
+SSB and UPT, bitch we head huntin'
+
+[Hook:]
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in the UPT
+[Big Head:]
+On the block were I hang, yeah we slang!
+Bust niggas brains, hold up
+What's my motherfuckin' name?
+Dome Doctor baby
+So lock it in your two-way
+Niggas, lock it in your mind
+I'm a leave your ass soufflé
+Lay you out like a buffet
+I need mine today
+I tote a brand new K, just to see a new day
+But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace
+But if you cross me or my click, then I'll become the Beast
+So stay out da streets and da heats won't release
+Don't talk to my peeps bout peace, till you deceased
+It get high like three, when you pass by da Yang
+Best to call da police, 'cause we blast by da Yang
+Best be quick on your feet, we move fast by da Yang
+Right now I'm on Rock Street, but I could dash by da Yang
+Sixteen is what I claim, but dat four is in my blood
+The baby mama want dat thing, 'cause she knows dat I'm a thug
+
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPTEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Regret It[Intro]
+Hey thug, nigga get full of that shit
+Wake up the next morning and regret everything that happened
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Look, you can't be fucked up full of them drugs, nigga
+Fuck around and get stomped in the mud, nigga
+Drug like a rug fuckin' with thugs nigga
+Shot up all your people, pullin' the plug nigga
+Your homeboy gon' to die right at the club with cha
+Take your shit and hope you have your plug with cha
+You fuckin' with a G gon' make you have regrets about it
+You won't forget and you gon' have to pay a check about it
+I ain't with the bullshit so don't come with the bullshit
+You gon' regret the bullshit, you check me 'bout some bullshit
+No regrets, that was tatted on my old bitch
+I think she lyin', plenty times she missed the old dick
+Don't you regret when niggas testify on ya
+Turn pesticide on ya, make ya want to ride on 'em?
+He did what? We don't play that on my corner
+Cross the line, we gon' spray that on my corner, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it)
+Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it)
+Don't come 'round my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it)
+Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga
+You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it
+Nigga, you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Don't get in my way about him boy, you gon' regret you did
+If it's beef, you better wet the kid cause I'm dangerous
+Don't be talkin' gangsta shit if you ain't bout that all the way
+Put you in the wheelchair, regrettin' you can't walk away
+When you play with Gs, cross the trap, you can't take it back
+Have your own people like 'why the fuck you play with that?'
+Pockets sittin' major fat
+Don't play with my guap, it's like a gangsta leavin' his pistol, man, the day he got shot
+Why the squad jumped Orlando, the feelin' I got it
+I was regretin' that whole incident when 'Pac got shot
+Wonder do Ja Rule, regret not shootin' Fif up
+Wanted to do Flip mane, regret not shootin' Tip up
+It's a way of life, some niggas need to get zipped up
+Fuck my set up hoe, you gon' regret the day you hit her, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it)
+Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it)
+Don't come 'round my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it)
+Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga
+You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it
+Nigga, you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+You gon' regret it nigga
+Believe that, nigga, look you gon' regret that shit
+Huh
+You gon' wish you never said that shit or did that shit
+Gon' wish you coulda hid that shit or dropped that shit
+Just found a way to squash that shit, got out that shit
+No really you weren't 'bout that shit, but fuck that shit
+When I see 'em, I'ma pop that bitch, believe me boy
+I be like Beezy Boy, get a call a day while I'm out there
+I'm telling you I'm out there, all the way
+Pussy niggas fall away, real niggas stay for good
+I ain't got shit but real niggas with me, me and my niggas we straight for good
+You gon' wish you never got in that shit
+That Savage Life, them Bad Azz niggas been that shit
+Second guessin', no question, I betcha you'll be stressin' and shit
+For blessings and just wishin' you never mess with the shit
+From the home of the tigers and jaguars definitely
+Like I'm from the Texas, it's just forever Trill for real, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it)
+Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it)
+Don't come around my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it)
+Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga
+You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it
+Nigga, you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it
+You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hands Up[Intro]
+Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, why you shooting?
+I got my hands up (my hands up), hands up (my hands up), hands up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Don't know what they gone do man today (oh lord)
+A crooked cop might try to shoot me today
+Plus they dudes in the system, acting like they ready for shit that they ain't ready for
+Black power, they scared of us
+"Just go kill a black", shot him through the windshield
+Taraj want his brother back, fuck that, this shit real
+Police killing kids, kids killing men
+Broke and a fifth of gin'll make a nigga sin
+You know you planted that shit on my homeboy
+Motherfuckers gave the bench to my old boy
+When shit real, your wrong ain't really wrong boy
+So we clutching long toys dummy, bitch you see me coming
+
+[Chorus]
+And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit)
+Why you shooting? Officer I got my hands up (police)
+My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Lord knows the evil (the evil you do)
+The DA fired you hot, the friends you called so that appeal get denied
+I know it's hate cause when I won they had tears in they eyes
+Said it's my lawyer, no that's karma for all the niggas you fried
+Seen it firsthand, and man, they ain't got feelings inside
+They be wanting ya boy to testify, we know he gone die
+They smiled at me, it was lucifer in front of my face
+Now my nephew fighting a body, how much more can I take? (fuck that shit)
+[Chorus]
+And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit)
+Why you shooting officer? (why you shooting?) Officer I got my hands up (police)
+My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit, fuck that shit)
+
+[Outro]
+Rest in peace Michael Brown
+Cold part about it (cold part about it)
+He had his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up)
+He had his hands up
+Rest in peace Trayvon Martin (Trayvon, Trayvon, Trayvon)
+Cold part about it, nigga shot him cause
+He had on black bruh (at nighttime), black bruh
+He had a hood that was black bruh
+Why they do it? cause we black bruhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+That’s What They LikeThats what they like oh you like that huh?
+Thats what they like oh you like that huh?
+Thats what they like oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+
+Lil nigga big name big watch and big chain
+Big ole big earrangs blang thats what they like
+Oh she like that huh? thats what they like
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+Brain drips big whips big dogs with them big chips
+Them big guns them big clips
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+Candy paint sippin syrup 26s on da curb
+Whole click flippin birds girl
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+Dollar signs rubber bands round cash
+Mayne you gotta old lady still taking care ya ass
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+Going fishing on the banks of mississippi
+Everythang you tell that nigga he listen, that nigga trippin
+But you like that huh? thats what they like
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+
+When you looking good (woo) thats what they like
+When you smelling good (woo) thats what they like
+Nigga expected to be in every hood (woo) thats what they like they like lil boosie spit that real shit, thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Came through up in the charger
+Mayne i know you hear that hemi stop out front yo house
+And tell you jump in it, for real?
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+Leather seats getting f**ked on the beach
+Nigga hit you for 2 hours and put you to sleep
+But you like that huh? thats what they like
+Oh you like that huh? thats what they like
+Looking good smelling good nigga expected to be in every hood
+I hold it down for baton rouge
+And they like that huh? thats what they like
+And they like that huh? thats what they like
+Gucci shades on my ear boosie fade
+Fitted hat somedays throwback open A's
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+Look i rock beamers i rock caddys i rock benzs its crucial
+Every time you see me fresh out the cleaners, thats boosie
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+And you like that huh? thats what they like
+
+When you looking good (woo) thats what they like
+When you smelling good (woo) thats what they like
+Nigga expected to be in every hood (woo) thats what they like they like lil boosie spit that real shit, thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+Girl you like that huh? thats what they like
+They like tv's and dvd's (uh huh)
+They like to take big trips over seas (uh huh)
+They like to do the rodeo from the front from the back
+They like to give me head cause they know im coming back
+The money dont make me, i make money
+I hate 20 dollar bills, i like hunnids
+I bet aunties say they like dat, she ain't lying
+She backed up all the time cause she know her daddy shine leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice
+So before i count the nine i done made the girl march
+And know what? i got my own haircut
+Its called the boosie fade that deals you made, nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+World War 6[Hook]
+We got cops killing kids
+They don’t miss when they attacked, only crime he was black
+This is World War 6
+We got ISIS around this bitch
+Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit
+This is World War 6
+
+[Verse 1]
+Maan
+You ain’t seen the news? Laquan McDonald, Chicago PD
+Shot him down in cold blood, guess what? It’s right on TV
+Sandra Bland, man, what the fuck is going on?
+Got her picture but not her body, you motherfuckers wrong
+Kill all the kindergarten kids, that’s the devil, man
+They say Bill Cosby raping people, not the Jello man
+Thugs killing thugs, Bloods killing Bloods
+They ask lil' daddy why he did it, he said “just because”
+World War 6 for real
+
+[Hook]
+We got cops killing kids
+They don’t miss when they attacked
+Only crime he was black
+This is World War 6
+We got ISIS around this bitch
+Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit
+This is World War 6
+
+[Verse 2]
+If Trump wins, he’s saying he’s building the wall to stop the dope
+Now we at war with Chapo, not just him, a lot more
+ATL, 80 degress on Christmas, oh my god, man
+How the hell hurricanes hit New Jersey and New York, man?
+ISIS just left Paris then went to California
+They’re scared, they’re closing schools, I need some marijuana
+The police set you up and get a freebee
+First 48, they want you dead, they make you rat on TV, it’s war
+Sent us to prison for life for a lil’ small substance
+While you bitches snort cocaine with your golf buddies
+We could be murdered seven ways, never knowing shit
+AIDS wasn’t enough, now they invented this Ebola shit
+It’s war, man
+
+[Hook]
+We got cops killing kids
+They don’t miss when they attacked
+Only crime he was black
+This is World War 6
+We got ISIS around this bitch
+Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit
+This is World War 61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boosie II (Don’t Forget It)[Lil Boosie]
+Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) Yeah
+Whats up! Umm! Whats up! Umm!
+
+Don't forget it, it's wicked
+Don't forget it, it's wicked
+
+Look, see I walk across that dirty track
+At two o'clock a.m. flat
+Wake up burn a murder sack
+Anything that move, then murder that
+Tired of go'n through pressure thug
+Cause I'm less a thug
+Keep it on your lap cause these days they'll test ya thug
+Look, if it ain't that fuckin doja or that weed man
+This solja boy don't need
+Cause that caine gone shake yo breed
+Think I'm lyin keep try'n
+Boy that's how it go down
+Takin over the world, that's why call me no brown
+South side for down, you know that's in my blood
+Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from the fleas and the flood
+Hollern "Slow Yo Roll"
+Shit, I want the whole
+I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show
+Nigga better ask your hoe, feelin like a mad man
+Try'n slang that weed on G street, that's a fast plan
+Thinkin bout what dad sayin
+"Keep it real and keep ya steel
+Take yo time and teach a lil, until you reach a mill"
+Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's
+Two licks and two days, two fifths and new J's
+I'm thugged out
+[Hook] 3 xs
+Don't forget it, it's wicked
+Roll wit Loc so I sic it
+Follow me I got the ticket
+And some funk to get busy
+
+[Lil Boosie]
+Look, real niggas be bout that torture
+I'll scorch ya if you play me
+Niggas be try'n to hate me
+That's why it's off of safety
+Whoever, whenever makes no differences who you be
+Boy you bleed just like me, but don't come cross CBT
+Bottom boy, automatic anything that causes that static
+Get you stink by us, little nigga, thuggin 'n smokin angel dust
+A donkey boy, leave you funky boy
+Smoke everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy
+Niggas hollern bout they bout it, niggas light as a feather
+Can't get mad at you girl cause you ain't on my level
+Don't run behind me, when ya find me
+You gone regret you missed
+Cause my nerves done got pissed
+And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP!)
+It don't stop wit solja Reebok tennis
+Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace
+God please forgive my sins, niggas try'n take my ends
+I'm just sit back 'n watchin, fuck the talkin I'm choppin
+Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi, yo convict
+This south side red rum shit, so don't you be dumb bitch, wha
+Played everything man from proleans to dope fien's
+Gettin track in my Balance, stashin dope in the alleys
+[Hook] 3 xs
+Don't forget it, it's wicked
+Roll wit Loc so I sic it
+Follow me I got the ticket
+And some funk to get busyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Another OneAnother one
+Gets no better than that
+
+Got a nigga like
+Damn, I thought this nigga was stand up
+Til he met this bad ass bitch, fucked lil' man up
+Used to be a playa, had 'em all complexions
+Now that pussy got him wanna beef wit' all his girl ex's
+Hustlin' done slowed up
+Swag startin' to leave nigga
+A ho gon' be a ho, and a saint when she need a nigga
+Hate to see you lookin' down, nigga get ya shit straight
+You went against your own family for her
+You took tha bitch fate, she street huh
+She two steps ahead, you beat na
+You buy for her, before you buy you
+Nigga you weak na
+You caught a charge slangin' hard, runnin' wit' tha pack
+You listen to ya bitch who told ya rat
+Damn
+
+[Chorus]
+Another one (repeated)
+Pussy got 'em gone sour
+Another one (repeated)
+We losin' real niggas by tha hour
+Cuz pussy got him gone sour
+Another one (repeated)
+[VERSE 2]
+I seen pussy make plenty niggas pillow talk
+Pussy nigga cut all his niggas completely off
+Niggas you think built strong, if you only knew
+Nigga fuck his bitch, now he wanna shoot
+Don't be crazy, it's plenty of fine pussy
+Too many niggas in prison behind pussy nigga
+I see another one, got money and he cuffin' ha
+Mad at a block nigga who got crumbs, and he fuckin'
+Ghetto Boys been told ya how niggas die over cat
+Pussy make headbussas transform into rats
+I'm sick and tired, sick and tired, sick and tired of you pussy niggas
+Say she bout to leave, now he wanna kill her
+Then he kill hisself, now that's a duck nigga
+He should of leave her, let her go and fuck that nigga
+Now you gone, family all fucked up
+Lookin', and it's all behind that pussy
+
+
+[Chorus]
+Another one (repeated)
+Pussy got 'em gone sour
+Another one (repeated)
+We losin' real niggas by tha hour
+Cuz pussy got him gone sour
+Another one (repeated)
+BOOSIE TALKIN' TIL THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Avenue[Hook]
+Hey, you can catch me on my avenue, I'll show you what this money do
+Boosie Badazz!(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)Superbad! Yo turn up Boosie Badazz!
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
+All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
+I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin'
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
+All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
+Boosie Badazz! I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin'
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Catch me on my avenue doing my thang
+Everybody love me, people screamin' my name
+I got the old folks bumpin' Boosie
+Sorry but I got the Juvenile slangin'/shootin', but it's the streets
+Five shows a week, hey! I'm getting paid (bling bling)
+Choppin' on blades with my Boosie fade
+I'm a hood role model, ain't nothing you can tell me
+Street game, ain't nothing you could sell me
+Just watch me, million dolla nigga, you could call me Ted Debiasi!
+Been 'bout my paper, let's keep it real
+I've been had the streets for the last five years
+I wake up to get my cake up, red bone in the back I'm gettin ate up
+Twenty five every show, I got my weight up
+Ask somebody on my avenue (Shit, that Boosie Boo a paper chaser!)
+[Hook: (Lil' Phat) & Boosie Badazz]
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do)
+All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do)
+I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin'
+I'm out here grindin'
+I'm out here grindin'
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Trill]
+You catch me on my avenue chillin in my Bugatti
+I really do my thang boy you better go ask somebody
+My daddy told me get em, so I'm goin all the way
+I got a bentley at 14, so I'm stupid out the gate
+If you're just in that camaro yeah, boy you're super late
+If you ain't talking no money you can get up out my face
+100,000 on my wrist that was just cause of the bezel
+They talk about the chain cause the youngin rock several
+Money, money, money that's all I really need it
+I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read it
+I'm the youngest, I'm the g'est, I really be doin my thang
+When I hop up out the plane let girls screaming my name
+I guess cause of the money or probably cause of the fame
+Or the way I cuts up, when I went I my do thang
+I'm all about my paper you can call me a paper chaser
+I'm getting money I ain't worried bout you haters
+[Hook: (Lil' Phat) & Boosie Badazz]
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do)
+All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say
+(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do)
+I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+A Problem (OMF)[Hook]
+‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on
+Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie
+(This ain’t no movie)
+Bad bitches on my black phone
+Murder on the trap phone
+30 chains on me like i'm gucci
+Bitch you got a problem
+Can’t nobody solve it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Mix with goons and gobblings
+I've been fucking with a problem
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ima well known nigga in the state of Louisiana
+Got more respect than any rapper
+I'm [?] in Alabama
+I got guns but not for cameras
+The new man up in Atlanta
+I'm the strap on your lap
+I'm the act in the Phantom
+I'm too hot to hot to handle
+The police hate my guts
+Cuz the niggas kicking dust
+They was raised by us
+What the fuck
+The front page of the paper
+The backside in the middle
+On parole, but still can’t get me not to ride with my pistol
+Boosie
+[Hook]
+‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on
+Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie
+(This ain’t no movie)
+Bad bitches on my black phone
+Murder on the trap phone
+30 chains on me like i'm gucci
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Mix with goons and gobblings
+I've been fucking with a problem
+Look bitch you got a problem
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got tats on my body
+I got blood on my hands boy
+Soldiers in my posse
+Bout it, Bout it we ain’t playing boy
+Boy I know my roll
+I'm the mother fucking man boy
+Couldn't control his hoes
+He exposed, you ain't no pimp boy
+Bitch you know the code
+I'm Boosie boo I'm a hot boy
+No I can't be faithful hoe
+That's why I want a hot girl
+Never back down go to war
+Anytime a day
+Waffle house at 6 bitch
+I Ihop ya and pancake
+Crazy what the fans say
+They say he be on different drugs
+Bitch I'm sober wit it
+I know you pussy
+So I mug because
+Pussy ass nigga
+You know you ain't built like me nigga
+You wasn’t raised where I was raised, nigga believe that
+
+[Hook]
+‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on
+Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie
+(This ain’t no movie)
+Bad bitches on my black phone
+Murder on the trap phone
+30 chains on me like i'm gucci
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Bitch you got a problem
+Ain't nobody solving it
+Mix with goons and gobblings
+I've been fucking with a problem
+Look bitch you got a problem
+
+[Outro]
+Problem in my section
+With or without Lil Weebie
+A problem with them choppas, choppas choppas
+Problem in my section
+With or without ill whipe it
+Problem in my section
+A problem up in my sectionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bucked Up[Chorus:]
+Bucked Up N' Fucked Up
+Bucked N' Fucked Up Can't You See I'm Bucked Up N' Fucked
+Bucked N' Fucked[x3]
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Now When I Entered This Bitch I Was Ready To Get Off In Me Sum Shit
+Cause I Luv My Hood N' I'm a Represent In this Bitch
+Now In The Parkin' Lot Mane I Had Me A Pint Of That Yaht Cause My Potckets Sittin' Swoll So I Can't Be Stopped
+How I Was Me N' My Niggas Came Thru With Dem T's Starched Down Soulja Rees Blowin' Doja Leaves
+Came Boucin' Thru Dat Bitch N' Ran Into Me A Red Bone
+She Say I Like Yo Car You Need To Take Lil Azz Home
+I Told Her Slow Up Girl Let Me See What'z Jigga Lattin'
+Got Buku Niggas Pointin' So I Know Dem Bitches Hatin'
+Uh Ohh They Played My Song
+Thatz When The Club Got Buck
+Niggas Hollin' Out They Hoodz
+That's When Niggas Got Slugged
+We Waz Jumpin' On Each Otha With Our 4z In Tha Sky
+Mad Az A MuthaFucka Cause Big Ro Juzt Died
+I Waz Drunk Since 9 O'Clock So Don't Be Fuckin' With
+N' If U Buckin' Like A Bitch
+U Can't Be Buckin' With Me Nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+[Verse 2:]
+Man I Wish A Nigga Would Play Me Tonite Dawg
+I'm a Hit Dey Fuckin' Hood Mane N' Knock Dey Lights Off
+Made My To Tha Bar With My Nigga Lil K
+Got A Shot Of Alize Set A Nigga So Straight
+From Outta Nowhere Mane I Heard Muthafuck Tha South So U Know A Nigga Bust His Mouth N' A Guard Drug Him Out
+That's When Played Set It Off I Drewed It That's When A Million muthafuckaz Crowded Round By Boosie
+Told Em Bitch U Put Ya Hands On Me N' Dats Ya Issue Got Sumom Outside Dat Ain't gone Miss U Ya Bitch
+My Clique Few But Dem Few Niggas Ready To Steal Blood
+I Give My Nigga 5 gs N' U Won't Leave tha Club
+Dealt A Bad Hand When My Daddy Left Home So That Thug LifeLivin' Kelp On
+Look Now Put Tha Hood Up Nigga Or Tha Sign U Claim I Respect It To Tha Fullest But It's A Bottom Thang
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+U Ain't Heard What I Rep Shitt(Muthafucka)S.O.U.T.H.S.I.D.E Thug To My Death
+Look I Waz Raised Cross Tha Track Where Niggas Known To Do Killin'
+If U Really Know Me Nigga Dem U Now What I'm Dealin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Crabs in the Bucket[Intro]
+I want to thank god for getting me out the bucket...
+The grind life...
+Yall crabs in a bucket
+The grind life
+This ain’t swimming pool nigga
+We thugging
+
+[Verse 1]
+Marcus momma smoke crack and his daddy was a pusher
+His cousin on for busting mother fuckers like a russian
+Cory momma crazy, him and Tony got nothing
+As long as Cory got food, him and Tony got something
+His uncle name Wayne, he smoking crack with my uncle
+Hit heavy in the cane, selling crack to my uncle
+Suge momma died man he was only 5
+His cousin robbed a trailer, gave that boy only 45
+They gave that boy 45
+
+[Hook]
+We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
+The grind life
+If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
+Grind life
+
+[Verse 2]
+Head buster was my thug nigga
+Daddy was a smoker
+Put it on ya quick, nigga crazy like the joker
+My nigga fired things whole family straight thugging
+His big brother my big brother
+He best friends with my cousin
+All of us was crabs in the bucket
+Directions from the OG’s
+Like Ya lil nigga bust it
+Kevin was a thug, his momma could tell him nothing
+6 at the top and the bottom he was thugging
+No time to play the cops and the robbers we was hustling
+Big boy done lost his momma and big Chris like my cousin
+We all came from nothing, we clutchin and we bustin
+Another cross breed
+Go to your head and try for Brohnson
+That’s the blood of a gangsta
+[Hook]
+We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
+The grind life
+If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
+Grind life
+
+[Verse 3]
+Fresh was a hard head since he was young
+Paula use to try to tell us change cuz we was young
+But still we was some hard heads
+On the hill coming
+They stood over my boy (mike boy) with a pump
+My momma was a teacher and my daddy was a sniffer
+His brother up in hunts
+And his son on that river
+I was on that river like the crabs in the bucket
+Nothing but killers around me on the yard with them pokers
+Far from broke niggas we was young dope dealers
+All my childhood friends got somebody up the road
+We put it in our hand, guarantee to smoke niggas
+All my childhood friends, all of us sell snow
+All of us sell dope
+
+[Hook]
+We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
+Thug life
+If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
+If we make it out that bucket
+We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
+I hop you make it out the bucket
+If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
+I hope you make it out that bucket
+[Outro]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Got Me Bent[Verse 1: Webbie]
+Ain't this about a bitch this nigga actin all tough
+Like he somebody special and can't get his ass bust
+I'll call a little meetin have them niggas mask up
+Do you something decent all the gangstas stand up
+I ben out chere getting money
+Fuckin honeys
+Blunts n stuntin
+I don't know from what you show me you ain't out here doin nothing
+Say ya hustling bout that bustin real hustling yeah I hear ya
+Betta get from round here looking unfamiliar for I kill ya
+Whole click tatted bad and that's just how a nigga livin
+Mix the liquor wit the killer now they jumpin to the ceiling
+Kinda make you fill like fightin and I'm likin how it's feelin
+Crowds jumpin crowd sumthin get to jumpin on a nigga
+Strapped up wit lickin took it straight up in the kitchen
+Drought they outta commission
+I'll be straight but you can get it
+On the grind for the figures go and get it ass niggas
+Bitch lyin if he say I ain't the prime definition
+
+[Hook: Weebie & Boosie Badazz]
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Ohh it's fuck me nigga you on some otha shit
+So since you on some otha shit, I'm finna to shoot you in yo fuckin dick
+Buck shots to the left nut buck shots to tha right nut
+You bitch ass niggas don't like us
+You betta try to fight us
+It war time nigga they killin for stripes
+So I gotta spark my niggas put bout 6 in life
+Ya girl pussy wet nigga take yo funky they ass home
+Fuckin round wit donkey kong
+A have yo fuckin dome gone
+My face expressions let you know try me I'll let it go
+If my gun on safety tookie williams ain't got respect no more
+Let me tell ya what I'm reppin for
+The streets the projects
+My niggas who c*** that pop that
+On the hip is where that Glock at
+You ain't herd I'm that hnic
+I'm the head nigga in charge till I'm restin in peace
+And I have no idea why they messin wit meea
+Hit yo ass from long distance like they did jfk
+
+[Hook: Webbie & Boosie Badazz]
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+[Verse 3: Foxx]
+You got me fucked up bent twist tied outta proportion
+I'm not non of yo partnas or that bitch you divorcin
+Hit you wit that iron you gon wish yo momma had an abortion
+Get retarted in this club you really gon need escortin
+To yo muthafuckin car my niggas waitin outside
+Hollerin mutha fuck the law
+If you gon take us then take us
+Shut yo muthafuckin jaw
+Bout 30 hoes outside but they ain't sayin what they saw
+Cuz they know how we is
+Some ole baton rouge niggas and they know how we live
+We know where they live and well come fuck wit they kids
+I hear they hollerin I be stuntin I don't live what I'm talking
+I ain't really push the rover I really be walkin
+I got news for you bitch I don't lease I don't rent
+I hit the lot in gerry lane couldn't believe what I spent
+You see that truck in front yo house that's that hit I just sent
+And for you local muthafuckas bitch you got me bent
+
+[Hook: Webbie & Boosie Badazz]
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent
+Ohh shit no
+Bitch you got me bent
+You got me fucked all up
+Bitch you got me bent1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+ThrillaBoosie badazz..
+Come from that mud life niggah, so.. you know
+Whole family be thuggin', so..
+I live my life like.. like a thrilla
+
+I live my life like a thrilla
+Thug in my blood, little niggah with no love
+Live my live like a thrilla
+Thug in my blood, niggah with no love, and i get it out the mud
+Live my life like a thrilla
+
+All I give is pain, got the heart of a killa
+I dont be playin games, even stuck in chains, I remain..
+Bulletproof, pussy proof, words can't explain bitch wat I could do to you..
+I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla
+Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers, cold killas
+Better pay what you owe niggah, it can get serious.. Load Up
+Ratttt, ratttttt
+Realer shit
+Not speakin just to rap, I'm speakin from experience
+Only thing my uncles ever taught me, was to whip a brick
+The thug side feelin this, them few choice niggas
+RIP Lil Bleek lil big heart nigga
+Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type
+Me and you, you and me, real shit
+Survivin like...
+Clutch it, we might die tonight
+Fuck it, its watever
+God and my pistol
+Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla
+Since my younger days, I got payed for moves made, on the goon life
+My daddy was a thrilla, and his brother certified
+They told me, up it, bust, and clutch it everytime I ride
+My La Familia we go live, you won’t find nothing realer
+Ask my niggah city, he gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla
+Got no love for these bitches, promise you it’s M-O-B
+Theres two things a hoe can tell me.. No-thing
+I’m from the mud, where that Caine and Able shit really exist
+These niggas stunt hard, but in they heart they a bitch
+Chop sticks, drop shit, close range, broad day, that thug shit them rappers talk, I’m bout all day
+MJ, Ray Ray, and Tootie Daddy Boosie, so they thug
+They listen but in pictures, they throw 4’s and they blood
+An while I was in the pen, bitch niggahs built a case
+I shitted in a bucket, and threw it in his fuckin face
+
+Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv
+I got big street luv and it can't be duplicated
+Thug here, boosie fade. Yeah I made it
+In my section, they be reppin
+They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest
+We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy
+I don't show no luv to these niggahs, cause they shady
+Been on my Soulja Slim shit, bitch the streets made me
+Get money, eat later
+Ribs showing, fuck that
+They be like mother fuck they body, long as they pockets fat
+In the mud, they wear masks testifying on they man
+They actions be like crack, hard to understand
+Do the murder man dance, where I'm from by the river
+But ain’t no nigga trying me over there, cause I’m a thrilla
+Niggahs play with me, and them fools was like my cousins
+Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me, bust 'emEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boss Man[Intro]
+Them niggas did that for the boss man (x2)
+Boosie I got you, got you, got you, got you
+
+[Hook]
+Boosie I got you, got you.. Boosie I got you, got you.... (x2)
+
+[Verse 1: ?]
+OG grinding, OG gonna stomp ya
+I'm that old nigga with that ugly ass revolver
+Niggas talking shit but ain't ready to die
+Choppers with a hundred rounds ready to fly
+
+[Verse 2: Ghost]
+Ghost coming like a ghost, you can't see me 'til I'm on ya
+Slip the clip in, rip up the whole corner
+Tell boss man everything will be alright
+We coming through the night and we gone put it in they life
+
+[Verse 3: ?]
+And real talk, I'm the type to let the irons fought when it's time boss, closed casket
+Rep I do it for the boss man, broad day with a K, I set it off man
+I ain't no stand down nigga, I pull these triggers to erase these niggas
+Hollow head hit ya, amber lamps come and get ya
+And I ain't tripping on the cost man I do it for the boss man
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: Bleek]
+It's Bleek and I bang shit, right hand man shit
+Cock it back and split 'em when they fuck with my nigga
+Track life bitch, been together since babies
+Try'na' jack Hatch, bitch you must be crazy
+That down for life shit, that brother-brother shit
+I feel you trying to jack and I'm upping on a bitch
+That down for life shit, that brother-brother shit
+I feel you trying to jack and I'm upping on a bitch
+
+[Verse 5: Marlo Mike]
+Marlo Mike bitch, and I'm insane in the brain (for real)
+Bust a nigga ass if they fuck with Badazz
+Do it out of love, I don't need no green
+Straight killed a nigga, I ain't nothing but fifteen
+Marlo
+
+[Verse 6: Big Loc]
+I'm Big Loc and I clean for the bossman
+And when he clucking I get lean for the bossman
+And when he wrinkled I iron jeans for the bossman
+Serving fiends for the bossman
+I done done it all, nigga
+[Hook]
+[Verse 7: Lil Boosie]
+Now these last works from the boss man, and his first words
+Were killing niggas who hating on me, what they deserve
+Bleek like he'll do it on GP, cause he's my dawg
+One phone call, job done
+For the boss man
+If I got to leave a minute, handle situation
+Grind hard put a smile on my kids faces
+Retaliation but it's only when the boss call
+Listen close and take notes when the boss talks
+He tell ya spark spark, chill chill, kill kill
+One call he made Bun, didn't he keep it real?
+So when he flash you gotta take it sometimes
+You know your boss got a lot on his mind, you know your boss grind
+Lot of niggas can't be in my shoes, (nah) lotta niggas can't control they goons
+We catch you chilling at the room, or outside at noon, and it's chick, chicka-chicka BOOM
+For the Boss Man
+
+[Hook 4]
+
+
+
+
+[Outro]
+[?]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Finish U[Verse 1]
+Shit you say thug
+Nigga fuck with me and my family
+Shit I have no choice but to
+Handle my business shit
+I’m a get it in with you partner
+Straight up that’s now it is
+(that’s how it is)
+
+[Hook]
+Pussy boy I finish you
+(murda murda murda)
+I swing wide make you
+See things you never heard of
+Pussy boy I finish you
+(murda murda)
+Bag you when I see you
+Hanging out the window in traffic
+When I meet you
+Pussy boy I’ll finish you
+Clear the whole clip
+Yea 44 revolver head shot
+Bust them up
+Swing back next day
+Hot mail UPS these niggas
+Chop them bullets rip them up
+Let’s undress these niggas
+[Verse 2]
+Got back ground tell you I’ll back down
+I’m on parole beef still in the air
+So I’m strapped down
+Who going to be next
+Is the question that I ask
+Had to make them stop talking
+So I messaged them your head
+Could have knocked ya’ll fool
+But I respected your ass
+Next time the booster boys
+Gonna be right in your ass
+
+[Hook]
+Pussy boy I finish you
+(murda murda murda)
+I swing wide make you
+See things you never heard of
+Pussy boy I finish you
+Bag you when I see you
+Hanging out the window in traffic
+When I meet you
+Pussy boy I’ll finish you
+Cause nigga you don't know me
+Only thing I get around beef is a rosenet
+Niggas try to kill me but
+They couldn't take the menace
+RIP that pussy ass boy have been finished
+Took my money too and I bought myself a bag of gun
+Put beans on them and hand them over to my sons
+Watch your lungs cause your mouth
+Will get you into some shit that you can’t run from
+Baltimore you niggas like musa dumb dumb shit
+Shit I brought you boys to reality
+Known in the hood for setting off for cold causality
+[Hook]
+Pussy boy I finish you
+(murda murda murda)
+I swing wide make you
+See things you never heard of
+Pussy boy I finish you
+Bag you when I see you
+Hanging out the window in traffic
+When I meet you
+Pussy boy I’ll finish youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+You Lovin MeChorus: Sizzla
+Where do you go, don't you need my baby
+Why can't you come on and let us play
+When are you going to come my way
+What are the things they've been telling you
+I've got to stop them from compelling you girl
+They just won't stop me from getting you
+
+Verse 1: Lil Boosie
+All I need is you lovin' me
+You say my niggas they corruptin' me, but
+I can take you places you ain't seen, you're my queen (you're my queen)
+I love how you look in those sexy jeans
+I could, fulfill your dreams and your fantasies
+I could, take you ballin' out on shopping sprees, you're my queen (you're my queen)
+Where do I go when I need some love? You
+Nobody sex me like you sex me girl, it's true
+But they can't stop me, I won't let them
+You can tell them to, stay out our business and stop compelling you
+
+Chorus: Sizzla
+Where do you go, don't you need my baby
+Why can't you come on and let us play
+When are you going to come my way
+What are the things they've been telling you
+I've got to stop them from compelling you girl
+They just won't stop me from getting you
+I'm gonna' take you right there, love for a lifetime
+I'm gonna' make your life so clear, girl gonna make you mine
+I'm gonna' take you right there, love for a lifetime
+I'm gonna' make your life so clear, gonna make you mine
+
+Verse 2: B.G
+I hope you know you got a real nigga
+I just want you to feel Jizzle
+I know they say that I dun killed niggas but, you're my girl (you're my girl)
+It ain't no secret, I'm a street nigga (street nigga)
+But under that I'm still sweet nigga
+You just need a chance to see baby, you're my girl (you're my girl)
+You're old enough to make your own decisions
+You wanna' to be with me then come be with me
+Know what they say is compelling you but, you're my girl (you're my girl)
+
+ChorusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bag after BagBitch, I count a lot of money
+Boy, I fuck a lot of hoes
+I love my niggas like the Zoes
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Love my niggas like the Zoes
+Do a lot of stuntin'
+Fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch I count a lot of money
+Love my niggas like the Zoes
+Keep a big bankroll
+And I fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+
+Fuck a lot of dimes
+Run with a real mafia
+Known for slangin iron
+Pappadeuxs, we eat Tilapia
+All my partners shine
+Disrespect the clique
+We gon' disconnect your spine
+Made my first million dollars
+3 years, 4.25
+Certified with choppers, 3 kills 4.25
+Got Iraq-type niggas, strapped up ready to die
+He make a song he gon' get gone, I'm droppin' a 125, bye
+Like Zoes we love our niggas from the can, the penitentiary
+I'm the man, you turn against me, I'm gon' knock you 'cross the fences
+Got my henchmen with me, check out my Jewelhouse pockets
+Boy, I keep 50 with me (you ain't know?)
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+I love my niggas like the Zoes
+Do a lot of stuntin'
+Fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch I count a lot of money
+Love my niggas like the Zoes
+Keep a big bankroll
+And I fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+
+I count up the money, I fuck all the hoes
+I'm paid off my shows, believe me
+I wake up, my hand be itchin' , I'm stackin' these millions for billions, I'm tweakin'
+I fuck all the dimes, I play with they mind, but I don't play games in the bed
+I'm straight to the point, don't even wanna fuck if I can't get the head
+So it gon' go down, southside, 4 down
+Love my real niggas for real, we like the Zoe pound
+3 best believe chicks, I got some bad bitches waitin' on you
+Bag after bag, got you mad,nigga you hatin' on me
+
+I'm official boy, every day is Christmas boy
+Yo' bitch, I probably hit her, boy
+Probably made her press record
+Probably made her bless my boy
+Jewelhouse bringin' extra boy
+I'm flexin'
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Love my niggas like the Zoes
+Do a lot of stuntin'
+Fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Love my niggas like the Zoes
+Keep a big bankroll
+And I fuck a lot of hoes
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of money
+Bag after bag on yo' bitchass
+Bitch, I count a lot of moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Who Can Love U[Hook: Bobby Valentino]
+Now who's gonna love you like me (nobody)
+Who gon do you like me (nobody)
+Who gon kiss you like me (nobody)
+Who gon freak you like me (nobody)
+Yeaahh
+Now imma put it on you, you you
+Now imma put it on you, you you
+Now imma put it on you, you you
+Now imma put it on you, you you
+Yeaahh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Now from the introduction badass
+He had you blushin,my first discussion
+Was strictl if all this body touchin
+Kissin and huggin she fillin her head in the pillow
+I kiss her tattoo on her back
+And stroke her on her from the back
+And i put in on her from the wall to the bed
+Fine red she starrin she ain't scared she gon hit me with that head
+She comin, im commin we both close our eyes
+She call me rollercoaster she love to take a ride
+Say she ain't met nobody yet the could last long
+Sometimes i need ex just to lawst longer
+And i feind for her and part of my mind stay on her
+Put her body in a coma
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+You know i like to be with you
+Make love and sleep with you
+Squeeze ya tight from behind
+Especially christmas time
+Noone can love you better, i promise
+Gotta brag and tell sista's and her mama's
+Like "that boy a fool"
+Pay ya dues, ill buy you shoes and the finer things
+The diamond rings ooh.. i love yo body frame
+Who gon love ya, who gon touch ya
+Like a thug do
+Drop you off and pick you up makin love too
+Love everything from to your smell to your belly ring
+She keep it clean, ain't gotta tell her about her hygiene
+(thats my bay) MAN !
+And she touch me in the rite spot
+Know how to get her ready i know her hot spot
+
+[Bridge: Bobby Valentino]
+Baby come on over
+I got some things in store for you
+Jacquie's hot, candels lit
+And you know we gon be sippin'
+Baby when you get here
+Imma give it to you
+(nobody) gon chop you on the late night
+(nobody) can change your life with just one swipe
+(nobody)them nails and that hair right
+Imma be be be beat that thing all night
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Scorpio Love[Intro]
+Scorpio love
+Girl you're crazy, girl you're crazy
+I'm a Scorpio, means I'm so damn sexual
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Girl go down low (come on girl), make it ride for me (get it up)
+Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me)
+Spread your legs (lay back), spread your legs girl
+You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million
+You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio)
+Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?)
+All night long
+
+[Verse 1]
+Come on girl, take a ride (come on)
+Let me get your body high (come on)
+Let me breathe on your cat, wet your inside
+Raise your leg from the side then switch sides (let's go)
+I'm 'bout whatever
+You can bring her, we can do it together
+You know how I do, I be steppin' with truth
+I promise our sex on a whole 'nother level
+Fucked her in the asshole with strawberry lube
+Covered her mouth, don't you make a sound
+Twelve play (twelve play baby)
+It's twelve plays when I lay you down
+Twelve play (twelve play)
+Horny all the time, want it all the time
+After first time we fucked, she knew my sign (you must be a Scorpio)
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million
+You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio)
+Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?)
+All night long
+
+[Verse 2]
+Girl you ever had a nigga really turned you out, really turned you out? (really turned you out)
+Let you cum all in his mouth, really turned you off
+Then he tongue kissed you, turned you on
+And she wanted more, she needed it
+I sucked on her fingers and played with her clit
+Then rubbed her asshole, she skeeted
+Girl don't you run from me
+I take sex to the max, bitch I'm a Scorpio
+You say I'm a dog, what you callin' for? (I know what's wrong)
+You stung by a Scorpio
+Give you that real and put you in your feelings
+Forever have life, we will always have dealings
+Fucked you good and a Scorpio
+If he ride with you he die with you, you stuck with him
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million
+You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio)
+Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?)
+All night long
+[Outro]
+Girl go down low, make it ride for me
+Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me
+Spread your legs, spread your legs girl
+You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl
+Girl go down low (girl go down low), make it ride for me (make it ride for me)
+Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me)
+Spread your legs (spread your legs), spread your legs girl (spread your legs girl)
+You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl, hey
+Scorpios are a one in a millionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Retarded[Intro]
+Say thug I’m retarded
+I fuck bad bitches I get money
+I got to the club I have fun
+And I turn the fuck up
+I’m retarded nigga
+All day
+Ahhh shit Boosie badazz
+I’m retarded
+Hey hey hey
+Hey hey hey
+
+[Hook]
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+
+[Verse 1]
+They say I talk country but I count money
+In the bay they fuck with me
+Cause I’m one hunnid (one hunnid)
+Down south thug swag all the goons love me
+No shirt bad ass know you wanna fuck me
+Boosie juice in ma system and I’m going live
+Getting head from ma bitch on the four-five (freeway freeway)
+I go real retarded
+Known for sneaking in the club with that baby 40
+I’m a legend on the street like I’m e40
+Pop one pop 2 it’s an E party
+I’m looking for a hot girl I can call on
+Short skirt in the club with no draws on
+[Hook]
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+
+[Verse 2]
+It go down when that Boosie hit the speakers man
+Where you from hoods up
+Where ma [?] man
+Bad bitch pussy wet and she tweaking man
+Drunk and I’m fucked up I might eat it man
+I go retarded, retarded, I go retarded
+I smoke that loud, that loud
+We smoke retarded
+And every nigga round me man they getting money
+So when we leave the club everybody stunting
+Feed her good look good that’s the tag team
+Bitch nigga playing hard call him drag queen
+White beetle with ma drink my hand
+Project nigga got money so I know I’m the man
+I’m retarded
+[Hook]
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+
+[Bridge]
+I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show
+I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show
+I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show
+I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show
+Bounce your ass
+Make your knees touch your elbow
+I only got one night what I tell hoes
+Bounce your ass
+Make your knees touch your elbow
+I only got one night what I tell hoes
+
+[Hook]
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up)
+Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded
+I’m retarded I’m retarded
+I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded
+[Outro]
+Fucks somn, sucks some
+Fucks somn, sucks some
+Fucks somn, sucks some
+I’m retardedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro - Get Em Boosie[Intro]
+Minor setback for a major comeback
+
+[Verse 1]
+Look at how the wrist glow along with a sick flow
+Bitches hitting switches on my dick like a '64
+Swisha sweet, full of dro, no need to pull a ho
+Every hole in her body she tryna make my dick go
+Fit so high, most niggas steal it out the Gucci store
+Kicks so fly, I really like 'em so I'm buying four
+Been had swag, hoes been sweating me since '94
+Get my Frank Lucas on, furry hat, minx coat
+Pink loc', light up my room like I'm a rainbow
+She know, she getting down that's what she came for
+Cocky and confident, I'm street, what I'mma change for
+Keep a dime piece but only eat on my main ho
+Champagne Range but I ain’t lift up the doors though
+Platinum credit cards, feel addicted to bank rolls though
+Gangsta everybody know, gangstas be at every show
+Niggas say they gangsta but if you gangsta what you tell 'em for?
+
+[Hook]
+Get 'em Boosie
+Get 'em Boosie
+Get 'em Boosie
+Get 'em Boosie
+[Outro]
+Minor setback for a major comeback1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+America’s Most Wanted[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+Take the Badazz the hard way
+
+[Chorus]
+Have you read those papers? (goddamn)
+America's most wanted
+Couldn't get me when they got me
+Now they say I'm with the 'luminati
+America's most wanted
+Have you read those papers? (who am I?)
+America's most wanted
+Six bodies, two attempts
+Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts
+America's most wanted
+
+[Verse 1]
+Snipers on the roof at my trial
+Prosecutor tellin' the jury he need to die
+Attempts but if you talkin' attempts then you a liar
+On top of that Warner Brothers told me bye
+Tried to give niggas deals, man they really tried to burn me
+Said I had a bag of money on the district attonery
+They tried to sink me, even set me up in jail dog, no charge
+Now they talkin' court cases, these are real go hards
+They told my fall partner rat so he can hurt me
+Offered him ten and he was on seven murders
+Snatched up my kin, labeled my mama as a witness
+Ten years for marijuana and I ain't never been convicted, dirty bitches
+[Chorus]
+Have you read those papers? (goddamn)
+America's most wanted
+Couldn't get me when they got me
+Now they say I'm with the 'luminati
+America's most wanted
+Have you read those papers? (who am I?)
+America's most wanted
+Six bodies, two attempts
+Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts
+America's most wanted
+
+[Verse 2]
+Came home, they say I couldn't drink beer, this shit is real
+Judge read the verdict, the prosecutor in tears
+Beat a motherfuckin' life, I say I ain't have fear
+Send me straight to death row and I just had a couple years
+I got blamed for niggas' bodies I ain't even fuckin' know
+In my cell, tears fallin' on the floor, I wanna go
+Feds comin' to my cell, frequent visits to the pen
+Bitches sayin' if I win they gon' lock me up again
+Had me in bulletproof trucks when they take me to court
+Electric shocker on my body like where the fuck I'ma go?
+Every song I talked about guns on, they brought it up
+Had God on my side, this wasn't luck, what the fuck
+[Chorus]
+Have you read those papers? (goddamn)
+America's most wanted
+Couldn't get me when they got me
+Now they say I'm with the Illuminati
+America's most wanted
+Have you read those papers? (who am I?)
+America's most wanted
+Six bodies, two attempts
+Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts
+America's most wanted
+
+[Outro]
+A deputy woke me up and he told me I'll be glad when they electrocute your black ass
+America's most wanted
+My jury was anonymous, they stayed in hotels, they couldn't say they name, couldn't do nothin'
+America's most wanted
+Homicide told me, we should've killed your ass when we had the chance
+America's most wanted
+One day they made my kids visit me in front of my cell, dirty ass cell
+America's most wanted
+They told me I want your fall partner to rat 'cause I know he gon' get killed, crazy
+America's most wanted
+Had all my niggas on the chalkboard, had me on the top, boss man
+America's most wantedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thug Life[Intro]
+Aw shit, you know what this is
+(This for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga)
+Hmm, thug life
+(This for the gutter, nigga)
+Thug life
+(Badazz 3.5, nigga)
+Thug life
+
+[Verse 1]
+Seein' J's on the corner when I'm walkin' out the school
+Wasn't in my head but in my eyes, I'ma loot
+Me and my lil' dude and we pack a .22
+Fuck 'round if you want, I'm gon' put this bitch on you
+Roosevelt Street Projects, hittin' niggas up
+Can't stand bitches, man, they set niggas up, wet niggas up
+I promise I done seen some cold shit
+Niggas slicing throats of the ones they roll with
+Four shit, no ho shit, this the life I dove in
+Can't go right, this thug life chose me
+Nigga get on the corner, I seen this shit as a kid
+Most my uncles in the pen, this the life a nigga live
+
+[Chorus]
+Thug life (This that thug shit)
+Why did you surround me with this life? (Thug life)
+Do you care whether you live or you die? (You know what this is, nigga)
+Thug life (Four shit, no ho shit)
+Thug life (Bitch ass nigga)
+Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight
+[Verse 2]
+Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along?
+Marvin Gaye, where you at? Right now they need a song
+Uncle cook my coke, think he goin' in my zones
+Had to learn to cook my own and it ain't even take me long
+Turned the rap money to the trap money, now it's up
+Now even bitches who ain't holler at a nigga tryna fuck
+Hit the block, sewed up, purple pop poured up
+In the drop with lil' Ivy, all the hoes love us, nigga, roll up
+They killed my dawg, now it's war in the city
+Murder my enemy, my nigga, we destroyin' the city
+It ain't no "finna be," my nigga, it's some ASAP shit
+Catch that boy, we gon' jack that bitch, fuck that nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+Thug life (He a ho, fuck that nigga)
+Why did you surround me with this life? (Straight up, nigga, help me, God)
+Do you care whether you live or you die? (I don't even motherfuckin' know, nigga, I don't give a fuck)
+Thug life (Straight up)
+Thug life (This all I know, nigga)
+Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight
+
+[Outro]
+Police tryna take my energy (Thug)
+Bitches sleepin' with the enemy (It's thug)
+Lil jits packin' guns (Jits packin' guns)
+It ain't safe where I'm from
+Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along?
+Marvin Gaye, they need a song
+Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along?
+Marvin Gaye, they need a song
+Daily fightin', mama, daily fightin'
+Can't we all get along, 'long?
+Thug lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Touch DownI touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple
+Hard nines now I'm back on the grind on my side I gotta
+Nine, and I'm a go blind if u disrepect my mind, xxxxx
+I'm fresh out that pad door still smokin halfs of dro
+Still toughtin calicos, u niggas outta know I was cold
+At 16, man I'm in n out of prison, my father figure
+Dead so dats how a nigga livin wat would u do, if u was
+Boosie, lead nigga who hate on u, ridin round scared
+Thinkin a nigga finna play with u, u gon ramble in that
+Bottom cause I lay down law, I cutt the quickness when
+U play me cause I lay down jaw, if u ain't heard about
+Boosie then I making my mark, I cutt ya thoart, take ya
+House, dats that souja slim talk, if u got money they
+Can't never hold u down in the dark, they can make ya
+Feel paid when dat money go talkin I...
+
+I touchdown cause hell
+Touchdown and cause hell
+Touchdown and cause hell
+Touchdown and cause hell...
+
+And I told myself I waznt go go to jail but I lied, now
+My momma on ha knees and she cry, and daughter askin
+Where her daddy at n y, where he at n y, now the feds
+On a nigga heart, gotta put my whip up cause lil boosie
+Smart, smart I touchdown, blusin the block, if ya owe
+Me betta pay me or I'm brusin ya now...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What You Know About Me[INTRO : BOOSIE TALKING]
+
+Nigga fuck what you heard 'bout me
+Nigga fuck what they say 'bout me nigga
+I don't give a fuck nigga
+I be thuggin' nigga
+Straight up, fuck a nigga straight up
+
+Nigga you drunk
+
+[BRIDGE]
+I keep them rugers poppin'
+I had Coogi poppin'
+I went to jail
+What happened?
+Now that Coogi floppin' (It's over)
+They blame me for some bodies
+I think they curious
+We never beefed
+Don't know what happened to him
+Period (Fuck that shit)
+I'm not a lyricist (Nah)
+I'm a story teller
+Done smoked a lot of trees
+But I cook coke better
+Ima trendsetter
+Had tha world ridin' Chargers
+Had tha thugs clutchin' 40's
+Made some scary niggas heart less
+[VERSE 1]
+You probably heard a lot of niggas tryna wet me up
+You probably heard I'm pussy (Guess what)
+They tryna set you up (Don't be no dummy)
+You probably tried to take my swag
+And run wit' it
+But he ain't cut ya hair right
+So you can't run wit' it (Ha Ha Ha)
+They say I died like 20 times
+But I'm still here
+Question me for 20 crimes
+But I never squealed
+They say my past fucked up
+I say you dissin' nigga
+These niggas say I'm fuckin' all tha strippers
+I say you messy nigga
+
+[HOOK]
+What you know about me
+What you heard about me
+Is you sho' about me
+Ain't no hoe about me
+
+What you know about me
+What you know about me
+What you heard about me
+Is you sho' about me
+Ain't no hoe about me
+[VERSE 2]
+You probably read tha paper
+You probably seen tha news
+You probably guess yo answer (Guilty)
+After you seen my goons
+I light up tha room
+Tha center of attention nigga
+Ridin' 'round gettin' it nigga
+Please don't get me twisted nigga
+Tell me tha truth
+What you heard about my history nigga
+Heard 'bout what I did to niggas
+Stop it
+I'm not guilty nigga
+Don't believe ya ears (4real)
+Don't underestimate tha kid
+Was a gangsta on tha street
+Was a gangsta in tha pen
+They say I love them strippers
+Cause I fuck them strippers
+Thug swag
+That's what get 'em
+I let you bustas tip 'em
+Tha paper call me Gotti
+But not tha one from Memphis
+They call me John Gotti
+But they wouldn't show about it
+You heard my shows be wildin'
+People be straight yellin'
+"I ain't goin' to Boosie shows, cuz they gon' start shootin'"
+I never ran from a fight
+Always been tha leader
+Been a Bad Azz
+Better ask my fuckin' teachers
+They gon' tell ya
+[HOOK]
+What you know about me
+What you heard about me
+Is you sho' about me
+Ain't no hoe about me
+
+What you know about me
+What you know about me
+What you heard about me
+Is you sho' about me
+Ain't no hoe about meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pop It On MeUh
+Uh uh
+It don't stop, pop it on me girl shit
+Drop it on me girl
+Look what what look
+
+You see me G'd up, so won't you come and bounce on these nuts?
+Plus I gotta extra hundred fifty if you wanna fuck
+That eye contact got me thinkin' bout yo panties and shit
+I slide them back and us two juvies gon' get managed and shit
+And I can tell ever since I saw you last week
+Girl if you want it, all you gotta do is ask me
+Boy you know I'm livin' large, kevin betta tell 'em
+We go anywhere you want cause lil boosie got that chedder
+You might be with that jack shit so I keep my chrome
+Makin me wait too long like you don't know I'm on shit
+But it ain't gonna work like that
+Why you twerk like that
+Bouncin' on it, won't you gon' make it hurt like that
+All that teasin' me lil mama, you don't have to do
+And I could have your girl easily, but I'd rather you
+So stop that poppin' cause you makin my nerves bad
+And bring ya girl, I'll bring my partners
+We gon' serve that
+Ya heard that?
+Chorus:
+Now pop it on me girl
+Drop it on me girl
+If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl
+You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit
+And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click
+[X2 but switch pop and drop]
+
+Max
+
+Uh if it's on it's on, lets get it crackin
+We drankin da bar, ma thug got them hoes actin
+I tell ya the truth
+And tell ya sista we been scopin her too
+Cuz she think we can't turn her out, but baby that's what we do
+I know a lot of young niggas out chea trickin their worm
+Buyin' reason at the beauty shop payin' for perms
+But Minelli ain't da one, and these ho's gonna learn
+She tried to slide me her number but I wasn't concerned
+Ma nigga boosie got em poppin in the VIP
+[Boosie: SHE WANNA HOLLA AT CHA MAN! ]
+I need to see a I.D
+She straight
+She got excited when I let her hit the chronic
+And I put her on the large ocean water at the sonic
+Now she tootin' it up
+WHAT?
+She makin' it clown
+Can a nigga get some to go?
+It's goin' down like that
+I got lil mama shakin somethin to the slap
+Bandanas round' her waste while I hit it from the back
+Now pop it on me girl
+Drop it on me girl
+If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl
+You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit
+And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click
+[X2]
+
+Boosie:
+Say max, I need to know if she's ready
+She poppin' like she 'bout it if she 'bout it, it'll tell it
+Kirby I told you man she was lookin at me strange
+Say she been knew me cause I been beefin' with her man
+Look
+If you ain't a 8 9 or 10 u can't be on my squad
+I ain't sayin I'm all that, but my paper too large
+I told you
+You need a thug cause a square can't run it right
+Might be your last time you see me so you best come tonight
+If you don't, your friend will
+From 10 til
+Me and my click gon' toss her over like a windmill
+And max minelli got the room I'm too young to buy
+All that peepin through the blinds
+Won't you come inside
+Folk down for life, go clown for life
+If you jump up in my ride it's goin' down tonight
+And for you niggas man I see you boys hatin' on me
+And Boosie out this bitch with ya ol' lady on me
+Now pop it on me girl
+Drop it on me girl
+If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl
+You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit
+And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click
+[X2 but switch pop and drop]
+
+Now drop it on me girl
+Pop it on me girl
+If you ain't about flippin' nothin', then stop it girl
+What?
+My nigga max and this bitch with me layin' it down, got lil' kevin
+Ya heard me?
+Cody
+All wall niggas ya heard me?
+Layin it down [deCkY boi! ]
+Big pimpin ya heard me?
+Drop it on me bitch
+Wha... whaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Off the Chain[Intro]
+Shit
+I’m off the chain thug, like I’m gettin’ that bag
+Ain’t no nigga gon’ take it from me
+Shid, we don’ play that where I’m from crawl that check
+We off the chain like a muhfucka (like a muhfucka)
+Fo real though (real though )
+GMB, GMB, GMB
+I’ll be yo worst muhfuckin’ nightmare, pussy
+GMB
+
+[Verse 1]
+I’m runnin’ them things like [?]
+Stretchin’ on yo bitch ass
+But I come with a ski mask
+Clicks firm within ya’ll weak ass
+No you can’t get no G pass
+This purpose ain’t on my bad
+This murder shit from my tread
+No different from Chiraq
+Say you gangsta, I don’t buy that
+I can smell where you hidin’
+Six murders and two attempts
+You toppin’ attempts, bitch you lyin’
+Go to war with any creature bitch
+You fuckin’ with a lion
+Paper chaser, talkin’
+Roll you with this choppa
+Sir you good?
+I’ll be your waiter nigga
+[Hook]
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’m crawlin’ man
+I’m crawlin’ man
+Ain’t with all that talkin’ man
+Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain)
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’ve been hearin’ things
+I’ve been seein’ things
+Damn crazy man (shit)
+I can get crazy man
+
+[Verse 2]
+You fuckin’ with death (you fuckin’ with death)
+I’m bad for your health (I’m bad for your health)
+Yo’ ass’ll get swell (ass’ll get swell)
+Make it bad on yourself
+I’m none of these rappers
+I don’t want rap
+I don’t want beef
+I just want peace
+I jus’ wan’ live (I jus wan’ live)
+You jus’ wan’ hate
+Stay in your place
+You will get killed
+This shit is real
+Better min’ yo bidniz lil’ bitch (I’m tellin’ you)
+Fo’ you come up missin’ lil’ bitch (I’m tellin’ you)
+Fuck on my chain lil’ daddy (lil’ daddy)
+Guess I like sinners lil’ bitch (you gon’ die for ‘em)
+My role model was niggas who sold out the cold bottle
+Niggas who made all the hoes holla
+Put all gold on they Impala
+And it was off the chain
+[Hook]
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’m crawlin’ man
+I’m crawlin’ man
+Ain’t with all that talkin’ man
+Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain)
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’ve been hearin’ things
+I’ve been seein’ things
+Damn crazy man (shit)
+I can get crazy man
+
+[Verse 3]
+I’m outside with that chopstick (yeah)
+Bitch shootin’ chords and jus’ stop shit (whoo)
+I’m sightin’ black, you can’t see me
+Blow the house up like a BP
+Every track on my CD (aye)
+Nigga makin’ raps on my CD (yeah)
+Hey boy you ain’t heard about Boosi Boo
+Don’t be talkin’ bout hatchin’ no CD
+Call city boy Al Jeevy (yeah)
+Tell him pass the pregnon two  two  three
+No the pussy ass niggas don’ wanna do me (nah)
+Cause ain’ nobody roun’ here tryna shoot me
+Stop both ya’ll niggas that’s a two piece (that’s a two piece)
+I hope you niggas got gun witcho’
+I see you got a couple little bad bitches
+But i hope you niggas got rods with you
+This silver thing it’s a squad nigga (Whoo!)
+I’ll summer ride yo’ little bitch ass
+Put a hunnid thirty on that boy head (no)
+Got side bricks on yo’ bitch ass
+Niggas gon’ get dead real fast (uh  huh)
+Boss man pay in all blue
+Got a little nigga who will air lift
+For a half ounce o’ that dog food
+And he off the chain
+[Hook]
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’m crawlin’ man
+I’m crawlin’ man
+Ain’t with all that talkin’ man
+Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain)
+I’m off the chain
+I’m off the chain
+I’ve been hearin’ things
+I’ve been seein’ things
+Damn crazy man (shit)
+I can get crazy man
+I’m off the chainEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Remember MeWhen I leave this motherfucker
+Nigga better write a book about me
+Ha haaaa
+Boosie Bad Azz
+
+Hah Hah
+Look Look
+
+Now when I'm gone
+You gone remember me
+For everything I said in songs
+Everybody who I feed was hungry (Good Hearted)
+For tha family, tha kids, tha homies
+For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me
+So when I'm gone you gon remember me
+From Baton Rouge, to Tenneessee, to Italy
+To guarantee when I'm gone they gone remember
+Da Coogi sweaters da fresh fade da sense of humor
+Da heart of gold da bad side and all da rumors
+Remember daddy love ya, that's to all my kids
+Momma I gotta go fo you that's just the way it is
+Guess da haters gone hate my kids
+I can see it know
+Tootie and his lil brother cold blooded
+Might be 30
+Might be 50
+Might be 80 mane
+Want my six figures, niggas a take me to my grave mane
+Already know how I wanna go
+But it ain't my time
+Never thought I'd see a couple mill fo 25
+That's why I'm legendary
+I'm rocking these shows
+Every label I was wit
+I carried the load
+Remember my flow remember my voice
+Remember everything I rap mane
+I spoke from the heart
+Chorus
+
+So when I'm gone they gone remember me
+For everything I said in songs
+Everybody who I feed was hungry
+For tha family, tha kids, tha homies
+For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me
+But When I'm gone they gone remember me
+For what, for stay being G'd up
+For lifting up people
+For my diabetes
+For keeping it real when all my niggas went commercial
+Thank you in, when you smell purple
+So when I'm gone they gone remember me
+
+Check this out
+If a pussy nigga starch me out
+Do you know how many niggas
+Running up in yo house
+Killing mamas killing babies I can see it know
+Niggas can't even smoke purple
+All they know is murder
+Remember my struggle
+Remember how long it took to bubble
+Hugged my sister and my brother
+Same for my mother
+Every penny that or more
+Make sure my kids straight
+Tell 'em stories keep smiles on my kids face
+Cause I'm gone be in my own section like Pac
+But I speak ??? every time that I drop
+Remember how I used to handle the rocks
+And stop and pop
+Remember me the mane man on the block
+Let the hoes that used to know
+From way before
+Kiss me from my head to my toes fo sho
+Remember my cars my shining pieces
+My long fight wit diabetes
+Mane
+ChorusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Uncle Tone[Intro]
+(Baby babbling)
+
+[Hook]
+Hate you, bitch
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+Uncle Tone
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+Pussy motherfucker
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+Thought he was above a brother
+(Fuckin’ suffer)
+Kiss the white man ass
+You ain’t nuttin’ but a sucker
+(Fucker)
+Hate our race like a motherfucker
+(Busted)
+Talk like your face lookin’ whiter than a motherfucker
+(Bitch)
+You supposed to be a brother brother
+(Brother)
+When the white man pass
+You stiffen up like a motherfucker
+You a shame to a real brother
+(Real brother)
+Malcolm X’ll kick ya in the ass
+If he saw ya walkin’, nigga
+Dr. King’ll start prayin’
+If you start talkin’, nigga
+Black Panther party call ya ass
+A house nigga
+What you gonna do next
+Burn a cross, nigga?
+You fuckin’ up the game
+I know you bitch’s name
+[Hook]
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+(Man nigga)
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+(Tone man nigga)
+Uncle Tone
+You know what you done
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucker, Uncle Tone
+(Motherfucker)
+Uncle Tone man
+
+[Verse 2]
+If you can’t beat ‘im out
+Then he a fair play
+(Program)
+The way you think it move here
+Real slave
+No dude wanna be a cracker so badly
+Thought he was in good
+With a good family
+Had a baby he neglected
+Hair too nappy, tangled
+Shoulda found your way
+I see them bitches
+They pitiful
+(Pitiful)
+Officer, you remember though
+Callin’ me a nigga
+Right in front of cracker
+Let me know
+You ain’t got a tap a nigga
+In ya no more
+Black, little ho
+[Hook]
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+(Man nigga)
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+(Tone man nigga)
+Uh, Uncle Tone
+Bitch, you know what you need
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucker
+Uncle Tone
+(Uncle Tone)
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+(Tone man nigga)
+
+[Verse 3]
+It’s that motherfuckin’ black man
+Who turn into your worst enemy
+When the white man come out
+It’s that motherfucker
+When the white man come around
+He change the way he talk
+That’s that motherfucker who
+In jail, beat yo ass down
+With them baton
+To get promoted by the white man
+Then when the white man fuck up
+He set the black man up
+And get him rolled out back
+[Hook]
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+Good for ya nigga
+Good for ya
+Tone man nigga
+In the prison system
+They goin’ to work for us
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+They in the military
+Uncle Tone man nigga
+They in the school system
+Uncle, Uncle Tone man niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dear Mama (Freestyle)I'm a do this one here for my momma
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie]
+When I was young me and my mama rolled deep
+Watchin daddy lose his mind to these muthafuckin streets
+Running in rooms, scared to go home, living in dooms
+Saying prayers looking at the moon
+And you've always been a black queen momma
+Cause ye'en never been no crackfiend momma
+Look, and when my daddy fuckin life was over
+I watched him cry for two hours on your mommas shoulder
+This for them soldiers who was raised by they momma
+Cause daddy was gone, she had it down for thanksgivin
+Made her kids be strong, expelled from school
+Not scared to go home shit 'cause my momma's fuckin cool
+But when I started sellin dope she used to search for me
+Ridin cryin, thinkin somebody they gon murder me
+She put me out her house, cuz I was hurtin her heart
+She askin God "Why are you doin this to my babyboy".?
+She teachin kids, and she tryna teach a babygangsta
+She cookin meals everynight, for dat I thank her
+She used to send me to my relatives, cause it got to a point
+Where momma she couldn't tell me shit, and I was missin my dad so bad
+That I ain't listen to my momma, and that was all I had
+Now I bless her everynight, cause I'm grown
+Our love super strong, and she gotta hol' on
+[Chorus: Boosie]
+She sweet as sweet Sady
+Momma!
+Dats my baby
+Momma! Momma!
+U remember how daddy used to act
+Act so crazy...
+And I thank you for the Blessings you did
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie]
+I used to always tell you momma, keep ya head up
+Tears dropping from your eyes, I kno u fed up
+Fresh outta work, to the kitchen tryna fix a plate
+Before work she in the mirror, tryna fix her face
+Noone could ever take her place cause u my one and only
+You my nigga, and forreal you my closest homie
+She used to iron my clothes, everytime I go to school
+Wiping the cold out my eyes, that's my baby boo
+She gotta heart made outta gold, like she God angel
+She go to church every Sunday, and say "God Thank Ya"
+And when my daddy used to hit me, she would holla "stop"
+Got to the point, where she would threaten to even call the cops
+She used to be like "why are you hittin him and you smokin rocks"?
+I used to be like ooh I wish I had a 40 Glock
+But daddy wasn't always mean forreal
+When he was sober he a soldier on da battle field
+And my brother stayed quiet he ain't talk at all
+Me n Taquari tryna lock my daddy out da house
+Do u remember playin bingo when times was hard
+Yeah I remember fightin nyja and teasin shard
+Remember momma put me on a plane at 9 or 10
+She try to get me out dis hell dat I was livin in
+Remember momma on her knees cause her baby wildin
+Now when she see dat rose gold, my baby smilin
+[Chorus: Boosie]
+She sweet as sweet Sady
+Momma!
+Dats my baby...
+Momma! Momma!
+U remember how daddy used to act
+Act so crazy
+And I thank you for the Blessings you did. [x2]
+
+
+I did that for my momma cause she sweet as sweet Sady
+(I love u Momma)
+
+
+Missin a lesson plan
+It's time to go stay n da room cause daddy comin with dat mess again
+
+Momma I did that for u.and yo momma
+And her momma.and momma Jessy my great great grandmom 'n' my momma
+
+She sweet as sweet SadyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Empire[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+
+Empire, help me stack up my riches
+Empire, protect me thru the treches
+Listen, think big and we can all make it
+Protect the boss, cause if I leave right now we all naked
+Empire, our talent right now is proven
+Empire, can't be on that Batron Rouge shit
+
+[Verse 1: Boose Badazz]
+
+We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit, me and my dawg Juicy
+Whole lable lethal, real people love our music
+Empire, get off your ass if you wanna see a bag
+I'm on my dick, kick rocks if you can't bring a bag
+Bid farwell to prison, now it's business and wealth
+Eatings my vision, money is health
+Bigger than ever, rich forever, I got real estate
+Business move, finess'n dudes, track life, poker face
+I'm the one man show, we straight, we jet ride
+I'd like to welcome the whole world to my fuckin' empire
+
+[Verse 2: Lee Banks]
+
+Let's get it
+No more hell, no more jail
+No more catching sales
+No more bags on the pistol just to catch the shells
+Told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail
+I got us, put that on me, just pray I never fail
+I told em' bout them niggas, they won't listen
+Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta
+Tryna figure how we living
+Came from a shack with them cracks in the ceiling
+Taking losses everything 3 months nigga, now I'm winning
+Crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen
+No more rainy days over here, everyday Christmas
+Ballin' like them boys up on 95 nigga
+If Badazz Jordan, then I gotta be Pippen (Pussy)
+[Verse 3: Juicy Badazz]
+
+Empire, bitch I'm Nicki of the clique
+Dropping hit after hit, all these niggas wanna hit
+Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit
+Go and get some money nigga, get up off your dick
+Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya
+Hot girl, wipe me down cause I got that fire AK
+A hundred rounds if you wanna try and make that
+It's goin' down, fuck with this empire
+
+[Verse 4: Quick]
+
+Empire, when I spit it, I set the booth on fire
+Can't deny, cause I'm comin' with it a million miles
+I keep the fire, I set it off
+Applyin pressure, no letting off
+That ENT, we taking off
+Thanks to the boss, we run the south
+Everything's real shit comin' out my mouth
+We speak the truth, it never fail
+We stacking mail, saying fuck jail
+If you ain't built like us, then tuck your tail
+We all dawgs, we don't buck at all
+When it's time to kill, we bite shit
+Mike Tyson, nothin' icy
+I know you heard bout them indictments, bitch
+[Verse 5: OG Dre]
+
+We them niggas that make lips quiver
+Fixin' to shake the game, better grip something
+Imma be off the leash in a room full of actors
+I'll emcee box a nigga quick
+Think that I'm gonna make her rich
+She get nothing but conversation and dick
+She gotta split in a minute
+I gotta get back to the studio making these hits
+Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask
+Ready for whatever with my empire
+These days, I see more back, I see more back
+But the K's are coming
+I'm a boss nigga, but I might send ya four
+Nigga, posted up with my hands folded
+Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads
+You are not a thug, turn you dust and bones1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Angels All Over Me*BOOSIE TALKING*
+
+Grandma always said I was protected
+Touched by an angel
+For real though
+Angels all over me (repeated)
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Cancer couldn't kill me
+Bullets missed at close range
+Prosecutors couldn't get me
+They was tellin' hoes name
+Fake friends couldn't profit
+And they was playin' cold games
+Magazines doubted my freedom
+Now they lookin' so shame
+I was protected
+Even when they tried to wet me
+Wit' cold rain
+FEDS missing me by minutes
+When I was sellin' whole thangs
+I felt strange
+Friends comin' up missin'
+While I'm in prison
+Stayed strong and carried on
+When most rappers, they tried to diss me
+Now I get it
+I was protected by a power that I really needed
+How could I win
+Wit' all this sin I was breathing
+Somebody had me
+Somebody wanted my kids wit' they Daddy
+I ain't lying
+Somebody ain't want Ty & Ivi crying
+I had
+[Chorus] Repeat 2x
+Angels all over me
+Thuggin' and lovin' tha streets
+Truckin' and clutchin' tha heat
+I'm bussin'
+They bussin' at me
+Angels all over me
+Sick as a dog, and I'm hurtin'
+Paranoid smokin' tha purp
+On trial, and I'm fighting a murder
+Angels all over me
+
+[VERSE 2]
+40 Glocks bussin' at me huh
+Chopper bullets tryna catch me huh
+GOD tellin' me to use a rubber
+Even though she sexy huh
+Followed my first conscious
+Stayed home
+Don't hit tha club tonight
+Cuz ain't no love tonight
+Damn
+They killed my thug tonight
+Was dark and I couldn't see the light
+Still I made it out tha tunnel
+Somebody gave me faith before I would blow
+But I ain't know
+A lot of times tears flooded my eyes
+But they ain't drop
+A lot of times I wanted to quit all this shit
+But I ain't stop
+It was a angel on a gangsta
+Cuz a gangsta was lost
+Keep my pistol
+My frame of mind
+Even when a gangsta got caught
+He was my bullet proof vest
+When I took them niggas to war
+[Chorus] Repeat 2x
+Angels all over me
+Thuggin' and lovin' tha streets
+Truckin' and clutchin' tha heat
+I'm bussin'
+They bussin' at me
+Angels all over me
+Sick as a dog, and I'm hurtin'
+Paranoid smokin' tha purp
+On trial, and I'm fighting a murder
+Angels all over me
+
+BOOSIE talking til the endEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Iron ChestIron chest charlie
+Iron chest charlie
+Iron chest charlie
+(who this nigga think he is)
+
+Verse 1:BOOSIE
+O you Iron chest charlie
+Well Ion give a f***
+When Im coming Im coming
+And nigga Imma hit you up
+Get retarded with that 40 when my head gon
+I call my 7th ward hard heads
+Who spit s*** on payron
+Put a hula-hoop around your heart
+They like the dark
+When the word get sick
+The tools get sparked
+Had heart when I was lil
+Evil all up inside me
+So I born to jack a nigga
+Now Im gon jack somebody
+Wack somebody you don't give it up
+Me and my nigga partna head bussa we dont give a f***
+Put it in his mouth nigga
+Cut em down
+And bring him to the south nigga
+Tie em up
+Where is at
+Lets go get dem 100 stacks
+Its gangster
+Niggas hurtin they coming get you
+You dont deserve it anyway
+You ain't from dat dirty anyway
+Murder case murder case drug related
+He don't want to give it up
+He must don't love his baby
+Chrous:
+These niggas gon respect these pistols
+Whatchu iron chest charlie
+If you think you ride or bout it
+(who dat nigga think he is)
+Iron chest charlie
+(man that nigga trippin)
+Iron chest charlie
+
+These niggas gon respect these pistols
+Whatchu iron chest charlie
+If you think you ride or bout it
+(who he think he is)
+Iron chest charlie
+(who the fuck trippin)
+Iron chest charlie
+
+Verse 2: SHELLS
+Whatchu
+Think you a beast cause you smoke weed and tote heat
+Well here I go like mystikal
+I heard you was looking for me (here I go)
+Its beast mode from the bottom to the 3
+From the southside to the eastside
+Put some paper on your feet
+I heard lil daddy got a chest full of beef
+Give me dat chopper with dat knife and watch a trill nigga eat
+I can't let a nigga get me in these streetz
+Before I do i leave ya body looking like red meat nigga
+Think its a game till them thangs rang
+Cause it go BANG BANG
+Till your muthaf***ing brains hang
+O you iron chest charlie ion give a f***
+So have ya nuts tucked
+Or get bust up
+I got a itchy trigga finga for the gun play
+Phat tellem how we do it (the dumb way)
+You gon respect these trigga on the real
+O you iron chest charlie
+Well hit em in his grill nigga
+Chrous:
+These niggas gon respect these pistols
+Whatchu iron chest charlie
+If you think you ride or bout it
+(who dat nigga think he is)
+Iron chest charlie
+(man that nigga trippin)
+Iron chest charlie
+
+These niggas gon respect these pistols
+Whatchu iron chest charlie
+If you think you ride or bout it
+(who he think he is)
+Iron chest charlie
+(who the fuck trippin)
+Iron chest charlie
+
+Verse 3: Lil Phat
+I told you on dem shoes that Lil phat really bout gun play
+I rep my U's 2 by 2 Im da dumb way
+16, 17 nigga dats uptown
+West coast across the track nigga datz 4 down
+Bitch you ain't stupid
+You know I keep my tooly
+Get the hollerin like boosie
+With this muthaf***in uzi
+Say god damn won't see me with a f***in mil
+So I guess Imma whip you out
+And show charlie s*** trill
+Behind my chain i'll shoot your fuckin face in
+And rub ya fuckin back in
+With this fuckin mac 10
+Kick this door in
+And came out with 10 ??
+Pissed on it
+And spit on it
+Now this gone to my bentley ??
+I'll take ya momma ya chern and ya bitch too
+I get somebody if i can't get you
+Imma animal
+I like to split to
+I get somebody if i can't split youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mop Wit It[Verse 1: MO3]
+Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top
+Why they wanna change on me?
+Looking like a lick
+Watch cost a buck, damn brick
+All these goddamn chains on me
+Don't make no sense, real street nigga made it out
+Got-got a lot of change on me
+Ain’t worried bout a opp
+I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me
+
+[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
+When I mop wit it, mop wit it
+F&N imma keep the Glock with me
+I'm talking bout a stick in a house wit it
+Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
+Mop wit it mop wit it
+Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga
+Underlay underlay I keep a k
+Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Southside mop wit it (mop wit it), mop wit it (mop wit it)
+Everybody out here got a Glock wit me
+Everybody got it in their hand, everybody ready to mob
+A nigga mama, whole house wit me
+Southside mop wit it, mop wit it
+Shining cold on these niggas like a icicle
+I turn your minivan nigga to a bicycle
+Moral to the story, i just mopped that bitch ass nigga
+Imma mop a nigga up fore’ a nigga mop me
+Hope they love me like Cole when a nigga stop me
+Cop killers in this bitch this a mop machine
+M16 its a mop machine
+Lil bitch we on top
+I fall asleep counting up the money
+It's too much I can't fit it in the vault
+I don't even wanna answer the phone
+I'm like 'leave me alone'
+'Cause I’m shittin’ on these niggas right now
+South south side mop wit it (thug life) mop wit it (thug life)
+Thuggin' lil nigga gon’ pop wit me
+If he getting a little money go get more money
+You gon' be like me in the drop nigga
+Hot boy hot wit it (Boosie Badazz) i'm hot wit it (hot wit it)
+I'm up now nigga talking sky limit
+The question is dawg when he gone’ fall off
+I ain't falling off till I get mopped nigga, it's on lock
+[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
+Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top
+Why they wanna change on me?
+Looking like a lick
+Watch cost a buck, damn brick
+All these goddamn chains on me
+Don't make no sense real street nigga made it out
+Got a lot of change on me
+I ain't worried bout a opp
+I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me
+When i mop wit it, mop wit it
+F&N on me keep the Glock with me
+I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it
+Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
+Mop wit it, mop wit it
+Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga
+(Yeah) underlay underlay i keep a k
+Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga
+
+[Verse 3: MO3]
+Look, look mop wit it, mop wit, mop wit it, mop wit it
+North Dallas nigga movin' rocks wit it (for real yeah)
+Forest Lane bitch i brought the block wit me
+Stolen crook shit 30 bands and a Glock nigga, stop nigga
+Mop wit em
+Hundred round drum on the chop nigga, you'll get got nigga
+Chop a nigga block up, put a opp in a box nigga
+Got a lot of guap, this batch jumpin' out the pot nigga, my nigga
+My niggas, ride wit em
+40 and be thuggin' outside wit it
+In a party i be shining like a light switch
+All these chains got me lookin' like a light nigga
+I'ma make em lean wit it, rock wit it
+'Cause i'm hot right now get the ice nigga, woo
+Northside niggas gon' mop wit it
+Southside niggas do the mop nigga, mop wit it
+
+[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
+Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top
+Why they wanna change on me?
+Looking like a lick
+Watch cost a buck, damn brick
+All these goddamn chains on me
+Don't make no sense real street nigga made it out
+Got a lot of change on me
+I ain't worried bout a opp
+I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me
+When I mop wit it, mop wit it
+F&N on me keep the Glock with me
+I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it
+Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
+Mop wit it, mop wit it
+Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga
+Underlay underlay I keep a k
+Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Never Left You AloneBoosie Badazz
+
+[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+Never left you, never left you
+Never lead you wrong
+When you needed me
+My music helped you and made you strong
+Always told you I would blow too
+Always kept it real on tha pro tools
+When niggas ain't got no friends (put on that Boosie)
+I'm tha nigga who they go to
+Preach it brother Hatch, I do
+Real music en flourished
+Doctor couldn't help her
+My music got her through surgery
+(Now that's deep)
+You ain't on a nigga yet, then you sleep
+Or you just hatin'
+Music played when I was gone
+Like I wasn't incarcerated
+I'm that muthafucka (Badazz)
+A legend who always gave his best to you
+Tell it like it is muthafucka keep it real
+When they tell it like it is I'm tha best to do it
+Bankroll, I got a check for you
+When yo nigga died
+I was tellin' you bout my nigga "I"
+Remember, I was there for you
+When you needed that real music
+
+[HOOK]
+I never left you alone [REPEATED]
+
+AD LIBS
+
+I was there for you
+I was there for you
+
+[VERSE 2 : HURRICANE CHRIS]
+When you needed somewhere to stay 'cause tha people got too hot on yo block and u had a warrant, I held you down
+Where tha fuck did tha love go
+Let's be short and simple, like a snub nose
+Thru tha thick and thin
+I was there nigga
+And I spoke on it, 'cause I care nigga
+When them shots rang and that smoke cleared
+I was still standing like
+I'm tryna focus on livin' my life
+Fuck all this negative shit
+Bitch my earlobes are rocky
+My neck full of ice
+I'm bout to put dick in yo bitch
+Out and sell you a bird, but I know we ain't right
+Them niggas be snitchin' and shit
+44 desert eagle and knock all tha back out yo back when I empty tha clip
+Bitch I been on my shit
+[BOOSIE]
+When you needed that real music
+
+[HOOK]
+I never left you alone [REPEATED]
+
+AD LIBS
+
+I was there for you
+I was there for you
+
+[VERSE 2: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+When it was you, Mike, and D
+Swisher Sweets and Ol E
+When you first jumped off tha porch
+Boy you was listenin' to me
+Find a 50 then I'm pussy
+Was a vision showin' niggas
+No pre-nup, he ain't listen
+100 mil I told niggas
+When you felt like everybody betrayed you
+I had a song for ya
+Single mothers, when they [?]
+I had a song for ya
+Mama always workin'
+His daddy he never see
+So from 13 to 23, he had me
+I never left him
+Made tha never special
+Feel very special
+I was there
+Told you everything I been through and mo'
+'Cause I care
+Like tha loud, you ever need a real nigga
+He on call
+He say he love me
+'Cause I never let him down
+Boosie Badazz
+
+When you needed that real music
+
+[HOOK]
+I never left you alone [REPEATED]
+
+AD LIBSEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Found Love N U[Intro]
+Say thug
+It’s finna be the summer
+Them kids gon be all running through here
+Everywhere we gon be going to 6-flags
+Everywhere man
+I ain’t go lie I love the mother fucking kids bruh
+I’ma send this out to ma babies
+You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel)
+For real though
+I found love n u
+You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel)
+I love ma little angel angel
+I love ma little gangster
+
+[Verse 1]
+I send this to ma kids at home
+Waiting on daddy to come home
+First off I wanna say sorry I was gone so long
+Your cards on birthdays made my cry but strong
+Every year ma four girls send me valentines love
+Rae rae grow this love it grow bigger
+MJ came up ma twin lil cold nigga
+Every time [?] see me he had to kiss me
+[?] couldn’t hold her temper when they diss me
+This is real love
+Toryanna and lyric b gave the world to me
+They even tried to pick the world for me
+They sent me love on my birthday
+You gotta feel me I be on the cry for hours
+When they said not guilty
+[Hook]
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+You’re my little angel angel
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+You’re my little gangster gangster
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I’m feeling down they know it
+They come and hug me
+When I’m feeling down they show it
+They say they love me
+Facetime me in the morning I pray with them at night
+Saturday night we watch movies
+Clowning acting stupid
+And boy I miss them when I’m on that road
+So most time they with me when I’m on that road
+Cancer up in ma kidney
+All my kids stay close
+They love me to death
+Mommas can tell em what they want
+That’s why I keep it real with my daughters
+I let em know, no man is go love you like your father
+I tell my sons
+Fuck a friend you ain’t need em
+They say I know daddy
+Cause you my best friend
+I’m fucking right son
+[Hook]
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+You’re my little angel angel
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+Never knew love till I found love in you
+You’re my little gangster gangster
+
+[Outro]
+I send this to ma kids at home
+Waiting on daddy to come home
+I’ll be home in a minute
+I send this to ma kids at home
+Waiting on daddy to come home
+I’ll be home in a minute
+I do it for you , yeah
+I do everything for you
+So your childhood won’t be like my childhood
+That is love
+That is love
+That is love
+That is loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thugged Out[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Niggas,.If you thugged out nigga. put your mother fuckin hoods in the air
+Boosie bad ass, foxx nigga
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million]
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+All day...everyday
+All day...everyday
+All day...everyday
+All day...Im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+How you livin...im thugged out
+All day...everyday
+All day...everyday
+All day...everyday
+All day...Im thugged out
+
+[Verse 1: Foxx-a-million]
+I wake up in the morning in my gangster as bed
+Brush my gangster ass teeth
+Brush my gangster ass head
+Call my gangster ass bitch
+Get some gangster ass head
+Put my gangster ass dick between her gangster ass legs
+Im a G.A.N.G-STA
+You already know
+Been thuggin since i left Hurricane Long in 84
+I know nigga bout that murda, murda
+Bustin that ozi, ant gone let me live, they been paid they gotta do it
+On that fluid im ridiculous
+Retarded
+Illiturate
+Im throwed off
+Ant got it all
+My friends become my enemies
+I use to be on medication but that ant no remedy
+Two guns black on semedy
+I talk you hear Jimeney
+That mean crickets
+The hood listen when i talk
+And when i talk, the hood listen
+Feel what im spittin?
+My daddy daddy thugged hard
+So what you think gone be the future for my little boys?
+Glocks
+No body gaurds
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million]
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Mane, im thuggin all day everyday
+All my hoes fade away
+All my niggas toatin Ks
+Smokin on that purple haze
+Same click since ???
+Stompin in my levis
+Grind hard, shine hard, look at me you see why
+Im so fly, my 45 knock buttons off your shirt
+Grab money all day, i ant fuckin wit that work
+I like big money
+Small money
+My money
+Yo money
+Short money
+Tall money
+From now on just call me MONEY!
+Im on the grind you should see this shit
+They in a single file line tryin to eat my dick
+We thug monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
+Weekends im gone every show i bump 30
+So twirk,. shake it for the camera
+Pistol with the hammer same shape as lousianna
+I grab ya up in broad day nigga
+Fuck what cha say nigga
+Its kill or be killed round my way nigga
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+In My Pocket[Verse 1: Pimp C]
+Now let me tell you punk ass bitches bout a Pimp named C
+I ain't paying for the pussy, and my dick ain't free
+If you wanna ride Benz, and sit on the leather
+Then you gon have to get some chips and get your paper together
+Bitches in the club and they poppin that thang
+Take it off, bitch bend over, let it hang
+They showing off the pussy, cause they know I'm rich
+Hoe asking for some money, it's in pockets lil bitch
+
+[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo]
+Where Dem Dollas At?
+In my pocket lil bitch
+X4
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+I know you looking for them dollars, but you better keep on lookin
+Cause I ain't giving no bread if you ain't giving no pussy
+Got a pocket full of dollars, I'm flashing for you haters
+Got a golden chroam Impala with some 20 inch [?]
+Want my dick sucked, my clique sucked, I want the whole wap
+I been local for a minute, but I'm strolling to the top
+And if you a bad bitch, you can get some cash quick
+But if you not, you might as well let me beat it up till it fart
+
+[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo]
+Where Dem Dollas At?
+In my pocket lil bitch
+X4
+[Verse 3: Bun B]
+Keep away from my [?]
+That is real [?]
+Bun b still cold, jumpin in Trill Mode
+[?] wanna meditate
+[?] like we hesitate
+I'm talkin bout 0's, you tryna talk up a better rate
+We don't go for none of that, none of that, [?]
+[?] the running back
+[?] running [?]
+[?] stacking paper on the block [?]
+[?] I got the change, but bitch it's staying in my pocket
+
+[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo]
+Where Dem Dollas At?
+In my pocket lil bitch
+X4
+
+[Verse 4: Boosie Badazz]
+I see you looking for them dollars, cause you see my gold chains
+I be fuckin supermodels, so I know you hoes game
+And niggas they be hatin since I got some money
+Is that yourself owning your piocket fuck no that's them hundreds
+[?] go to clubs with my thugs, we be actin
+I got 2 slugs [? ] the rest in platinum
+And now I'm down in Texas, with Pimp C i'm stacking green
+If you want some bread bitch, you best be in a magazine
+I'ts in my fuckin pockets, nigga
+[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo]
+Where Dem Dollas At?
+In my pocket lil bitch
+X8
+
+[Verse 5: Webbie]
+Bitch i got diamonds and gold, and i ain't lovin these hoes
+I got a 2000 cadillac with swangers and fours
+We got the chronic we need so man let's pour up [?]
+We picking up 20 thousand bitch where we come for the show
+Blowing big ass swishers so nigga fuck out the most
+I like the bitch getting freaky and suck my dick on the floor
+You bitch say that you body high, i ain't beliving that shit
+You wanna know where my dollars at, i'm my pocket lill bitch
+
+[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo]
+Where Dem Dollas At?
+In my pocket lil bitch
+X18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wanna B Heard[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+2 hits of tha weed as they clutch Glocks
+Hennessy up in me at tha bus stop
+See tha cops hit tha curb
+We would buss out
+My lil' nigga shootin' guns, he a thug now
+We done lost a real nigga so it's blood clot
+Slang that bitch like Ox if I got to
+I ain't pussy, I'll prove it to you one thang
+Want a body so you know I'm shootin' point blank
+That's gon' make him think twice 'fo he try me
+Is this any way to think for somebody
+I'm bodied, you bodied
+I shoot it too
+Where I'm from, they don't give tha youth nuthin' to do
+
+[HOOK]
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+GOD forgive 'em
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heard
+
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+They ain't crazy
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heard
+[VERSE 2: SLIM THUG]
+Lord forgive these young hustlers out here drug dealing
+They just tired of being broke
+Tryna see a million
+Pack a pistol
+But ain't tryna do no killin'
+But these other niggas starvin' and they like stealin'
+Can't have no feelings in ya DNA
+They'll call ya soft
+When ya soft, everythang you got come up lost
+They feelin' like tha streets tha only way out
+Minimum wage ain't enough when them J's out
+They just tryna b heard
+Pull up clean, piece and chain
+Rollie, sippin' syrup
+Ghetto dreams tired of chasin' round fiends
+Tryna show up like a boss
+And put on fa tha team
+Thugga
+
+[HOOK]
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+GOD forgive 'em
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heard
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+They ain't crazy
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heard
+
+[VERSE 2: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+If we don't tell 'em not a word
+If we don't tell 'em bout Screw
+They gon' sip syrup
+Teenager when she touched tha block
+They ain't pay her no attention so she fucked tha block
+She just wanted to b heard
+Ain't like to crush a lot
+Caught a disease in tha end cause she fucked a lot
+I could have told her Hi
+But I told her Bye (straight up)
+Told her I was coming back but told a lie
+Saw Glen had sumin' on his mind
+I shoulda asked him what's wrong
+Probably woulda told me before he blasted his dome
+Saw Titus paint every thang red bitch see me
+My dawg up tha road but a nigga still eatin'
+He wanna b heard
+
+[HOOK]
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+GOD forgive 'em
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heard
+Thuggin' on tha block
+Poppin' shots
+They ain't crazy
+They just wanna b heard
+They just wanna b heardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hard But SweetThe way we was raised
+It was hard, ya know
+But at tha same time
+It was real sweet
+That’s why
+We call it the Jolly Rancher Days
+Cuz it was sweet ya know
+Wasn’t no time like ya childhood
+Even though it was hard
+That’s why I call ‘em Jolly Rancher Days
+Hard but sweet
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Tha way I was raised wasn’t nice at all
+Stay at ya friend house
+Next day you fightin’ ya dawg
+Stealin’ pitbulls
+Just to fight tha dog
+Love hidin n go seek when tha lights was off
+Trouble seemed to find us thug
+One move out tha hood
+It’s all good
+Last words, keep in touch thug
+This before we was fuckin’, kissin’, and touchin’
+Eggin’ people cars
+Pissin’ in public
+Stealin’ reflectors, puttin’ ‘em on my new Benz
+And I ain’t talkin’ bout a car
+I’m talkin’ bout a Schwinn
+Bicycle
+Crazy how you be grateful for havin’ so little
+Hard but sweet
+Remember Calvin used to let a nigga sit in his Jeep
+In a daze, turnin’ his wheel
+Like his shit for me
+Sunday, at tha park
+Everybody actin’ foolish
+Uncles fucked up
+Aunties poppin’ they coochie
+Jolly Rancher Days
+[HOOK]
+Hard but sweet
+That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
+Hard but sweet
+That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Nigga knock on tha block almost everyday
+First one go to sleep
+Get tha toothpaste
+A lot of stuff we did wasn’t real
+Pickin’ on kids
+Bein’ bullies for real
+Learned early that it wasn’t no Santa Clause
+Cuz Daddy tell us every Christmas
+I got that for ya’ll
+What he got wasn’t a lot
+But it was all gravy
+One kid got a Nintendo
+We all played it
+Couldn’t afford tha barbershop
+So Bronson cut us
+Cousin shot my cousin
+Another struggle
+But his comin’ home party was a muthafucka
+So every dark day
+We saw a brighter day comin’
+Mama would say
+Boy you bet not ask me for no money
+Then turn right around and grab us
+And tickle our stomach
+Steal my cousin clothes
+Rock ‘em like they mine
+3 size bigger but it’s still a shine
+This is tha Jolly Rancher days
+[HOOK]
+Hard but sweet
+That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
+Hard but sweet
+That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
+
+[VERSE 3]
+Silk tank tops and silk boxers
+Back then that was like real Versace
+Hard but sweet
+At first, gunshots would scare us
+We would hit tha flo’
+Got used to ‘em
+Now them gunshots would turn to jokes
+Old people in my hood ain’t really have much
+But dope dealers looked out for ‘em
+So they wasn’t sayin’ nothin’
+But when tha dealers went to jail
+It was a sad song
+But it brought smiles
+Seein’ tha next nigga jump on
+Comin’ up I seen plenty they money long
+Same niggas started hittin’ tha pipe
+Now they money gone
+Them was tha days
+Water fights, clownin’ in tha projects
+Get ya first piece of pussy
+Tell everybody
+Watchin’ my cousin sell crack
+Gettin’ bankrolls
+But they sellin’ it to our family members
+Ain’t that cold
+Sad when niggas hit tha pen
+Leave they son and daughter
+But nobody missed his comin’ home party
+Hard but sweet
+A lot of days it was hard to eat
+But Auntie Margie would fill that void for me
+We used to steal out tha stores
+Sell candy at school
+Go steal us some mo’
+Dollar Now Laters wasn’t much long as we wasn’t broke
+Go to tha pool
+Act a fool, know what I’m talkin’ bout
+But this was LSU pool
+So they always put us out
+Winter time we still had fun
+Crazy how 1 cover can keep 5 kids warm
+Jolly Rancher days
+BOOSIE TALKIN’ TIL THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+MemoriesToniqht, i'd like to qive ya'll some shit
+I'll NEVER foe'qet. all my mutha'fuckinq memories, my hustle, my mutha'fuckinq struqqle niqqah' (my struqqleee) everythanqq. szo toniqht i'd like to qive ya'll.....yeahh'
+
+Chourus:
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+
+Verse 1: ( BOOSiE)
+I'm from a family tree of hardheads, hot dicks && hot cats..yah' add that up && thats alot of babies && no rats
+Biqq Hatch qot back budd Biqq Hatch a' dunn doalla'. one shout for Cam Rich my childhood role model. knii i'm cameron in the neiqhborhood, hurtinqq duh' qame meber mula' turkeyy wanqqs, yahh' first slab chanqe. Takinq a bath with yah' cousins.Everyday smellinq like outside.Save yah' last for a' ?
+Smokinq blunts widd oh' mayne leaninq. Humpin' hoes at 10 not even shootinq cemin' this REAL SHiT
+Lost my daddy at puberty, everybody on my bad side Flimada' i'm smokinq im duh' bad quy
+Mama scared of daddy, daddy smokinq cabbaqe, i'm up in class actinq a ass. so i'm the baddest. Street sweepas' under my qrandma' house, niqqah's cumminq lookinq for dope && ready to set some shit off. NiGGAH".!
+
+Chourus:
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+
+Verse 2:
+Hiqh school I dropped out
+Went to code && copped out, fuckinq widd these trifalin ass hoes && qot bopped out, saw lil' Ivy laid out, streqhed on the curve mayne..PAY BACKS A MUTHA'FUCKA'...YEAHH' iTS'z A THUGG THANG.!!
+7-45 and 20 i can't be faded, hoes qold on my neck when they thouqht my jewlery had faded. saw partna' brotha' laid out younqq as a bitch, i'm like " dayum niqqahs' thuqqinqq like this.?" ( REAL RETARTED )
+Mama wiped duh' cold out my eyes a plenty times, Bronson used to hear my lies wayy back in '95
+Memba' Richard stabbed Kelly, when Kelly kicked me in my ass.. When Reedyy && 'nem smashed..
+Remba' Jack was doinq bad..everybody smokinq..Cameron Richard kiddyy wanqq qame bust duhh hood open
+
+16 in a firebird.widd ah' biqq ol' slabb..yue remeber Black && Cope myy homiee in bad air Niqqah'
+Chourus:
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+
+Verse 3 ( WEBBiE)
+Mayne i remeber... mayne this shit was like yesterday..
+Shootinqq mutha'fucka's duh' thouqht of blowinqq myself away..hard times a bitch im tellinq you real shit. '97 i lost one real niqqah' i'm STiLL pissed
+Imahh' thuqq this thanqq out im nevahh' qone chill shit. Say Boosie all duh' niqqah's det been threw it qone feel this. Niqqah' wannah' do it lets qet to it qet it ovahh' widd. dont thank cause im droppinq hits i won't pop ah' niqqah' riqht quick..
+Everydayy im takinqq risk yeahh' can't die this year. late, early ridinqq dirtier than Chamillionare..
+All my life i just wanted to be a millonare knii it just won't feel riqht till its a billonare. &
+Every since i can remeber i been fuckinq these hoes...
+Knii If she ain't a bad bitch she'en finnah' role.!
+I went to school budd * SAVAGE LiFE * is all a niqqah' knoe'
+So imah' alwayysz remeber to stick to the code.NiGGAH
+
+Chourus:
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet
+All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qetEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bank Roll (Part 2)(Verse 1) I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls, suzuki all gold,(whoo) fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes..every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll i watched and observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word) turnt 16 i was at the corner curb..big knots in my dickie pants..had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain i'm off da chain mayne! trell came home i was on..everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone..lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch(m.o.b) i got dis caine mayne..and i got dis weed and syrup shit well lets get rich i got too many knots i couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) 6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when i put it in my mind i can make a million dollars if i grind, bankroll time!
+Bankroll after bank roll big money i like it bank roll after bank roll a million
+Dollars on my mine 100 gs at a time nigga
+Im like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga
+Blockin you out chia poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes
+Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you
+Straight and plus ya drug every day
+Nigga now every day i spend a thousand cash
+So everytime money calls i gotta bust my ass
+Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll
+I ain't playin my nigga i got a mansion my nigga
+Mel just hit me with a bank roll T
+Just hit me with a bank roll but i call them back like i need more
+So many kids to feed it ain't a game partner all of em eaten good ask my baby momma threw
+All the drama imma shine imma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll
+
+Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga
+
+Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga
+
+Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to ny city talkin about a nother million
+Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change
+Cause i love me a bank roll fuckin right cause with out it who am
+Make the haters wanna cry drive by & homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin for stripes
+They want a bank roll you want thes hoe you want these clothes you wanna
+Stay fly get your mind and your money right
+Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have
+A little fun niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
+When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga
+Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga
+Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hold Up(Feat. Webbie & Bun-B)
+
+(Lil webbie talkin) mic check
+
+(Bun b talkin) yea nigga yea nigga this 4 dem niggas who talkin bout they got it on there mind wanna get it off thurr chest act like dey got it in there heart dats dem same pussy azz niggas you gone see on dey back on dey muthafucka back sumwhurr on thurr azz sumwhurr up under dat dirt 6 ft we ain't playin like dat (neva) I'm wit dat on a youngster webbie handle dat man 4 trill
+
+(Lil webbie verse 1)
+Now I grew up around triggaz
+But it wasn't da triggaz
+It waz niggas huggin da triggaz
+Dat waz bussin da headz
+Now I grew up around chickens
+And it wasn't the chickens
+It waz niggas flippin da chickens
+Dat waz duckin da fed
+
+And I'll show up wit a choppa
+And it won't be da choppa
+It'll be me bussin da choppa
+Dat havin runnin and scared
+And I'll send you 2 da doctor
+And da doctor can try
+But don't blame da doctor
+Cuz ur bitch azz dead ain't
+Neva scare man
+I been I chea
+I'ma be out chea
+C** out chea
+You see me out chea hooked
+Up wit bun b out chea
+Now we tryna get pimp c out chea
+Webbie man yall kno wats up
+Young savage don't give a fuck
+23's on every truck whurr me
+And my niggas load up
+Now I grew up around licks
+But it wasn't da licks
+It waz niggas hittin da licks
+Dat waz makin da bread
+I grew up around bitches
+But it wasn't da bitches
+It waz niggas pimpin da bitches
+Da waz gettin ahead
+[Chorus:] repeat 2x's
+Now hold up hold up
+Ruff and rugged we grew az soliders
+Soliders tell me how you think
+You gone control us trol us
+I got big podnas wit choppas
+And all we gotta do is load up
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I'm tellin you now I don't play no
+Games cuz I be on sum gangsta
+Shit swag ur corner creep up
+On ya and let it loose and stank you
+Bitches but yall cowards azz
+Gettin scared now ain't you bitches
+See yall wanna be hoes so
+Bend ova let me stank yall bitches
+Perpertrating boy listen
+Dem choppaz get da dumppin
+And penetrating ya chest
+And da way dey got me feelin
+Ain't no sense 2 wear no vestz
+I'm straight up blessin niggas
+I ain't even askin questionz
+Shit niggas 4 what
+I don't believe in askin questions
+I'm a nigga wit gutz
+And befo I let a nigga play me
+I'll joste 4 a buck
+Close range wit a three eighty
+Leave his azz leakin while
+He shakin on da pavement
+Beat him down like a white man
+Doin slavery leave him cryin 4 hiz
+Momma like a baby oh cushin azz
+Nigga acttin like a bitch don't
+Make me whop ur azz nigga
+Get ur mind right oh
+Pussy azz nigga
+(Chorus 2x's)
+
+[Verse 3:]
+You think this shit a game
+Man you just wait tell I
+C** ova thurr
+You ain't really gotta change
+You must az well kill urself
+Unless ur body made of steal
+I'm tellin you bring ur azz home
+Aight now I den said B. Are. Headed
+And get blazed on niggas
+Wit mask on be on top of ya roof
+You gone think dem bin ladean
+People got da choppa 4 you
+This shit is serious my life
+Is dramakle if you want comedy
+Stay inside and watch comicview
+Don't get it started
+Unless you really want this shit to
+Get started cuz wen I get started
+This shit gone get retarded
+You heard me I grew up wit nuthang
+But soliders and rayals
+You heard me use ur common sense
+Y you think dey call it da dirty dirty
+A lot niggas get surve
+A lot of niggas be survin
+I like 2 see niggas duckin
+Wen I be bootin and swervin
+Cuz dey round hurr thuggin
+Wen dey should be round hurr
+Twerkin so 4rm here and on out
+It ain't no fuckin mercy you bitch
+(Chorus 2x's)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+8 MF’s Got LoadedGhetto Stories..
+Gramdma always told me, that shit easy to get in, but hard to get out
+
+[Hook]
+8 motherfuckers got loaded
+8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted huh
+4 of them niggas couldn't control it
+Couple niggas went too hard and flipped out
+Now 2 of them niggas gone josin', gaaaaah daamn! (Why?)
+Cuz 8 motherfuckers got loaded
+8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted now
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil Boosie]
+It all starts with a club night, a club fight
+To a night you'll never forget, real shit
+Remember that murder case with slick, that took down like 6
+Well somebody had to drown cuz only 2 went down
+How many fist fights that lead to murder (so many mane)
+Niggas can't take a ass whippin, they come and spit that thang
+Call Joe and Buck to handle business, I heard they layed it down
+Niggas talk they got L's for tryna help they round
+How many times we had to fight and couldn't control it
+Cuz Head Busser and Titus got too loaded, can't even count
+That's how it start off niggas come through be tryna bounce
+Out ya body like Big Whop, a getcha stopped
+So make sho every nigga that's buckin' with ya, they ridin' with ya
+Die with ya get on the stand and lie with ya
+If you ain't bout slanggin' no iron talk to hoes
+But them 4's they in the middle of the floor
+Like let's get ready to rumble!
+[Hook]
+8 motherfuckers got loaded
+8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted huh
+4 of them niggas couldn't control it
+Couple niggas went too hard and flipped out
+Now 2 of them niggas gone josin', gaaaaah daamn! (Why?)
+Cuz 8 motherfuckers got loaded
+8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Somebody to Settle Down With[Birdge:]
+Say Girl I Wanna Touch Ya But First Of All I Wanna Know Can Lil Boosie Trust Ya
+It's Thug Love To Tha Fullest You Ain't Got No Busta So Lay Back And Let Meeeeeee...
+Tell Ya Something Fa Real Say Girl I Need Someboy To Settle Down With
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Since Tha First Time I Met Ya I Could See It In Ya Eyes
+You Scared That I'm a Hurt Ya Scared I'm Gonna Make You Cry You Know I'm Thugged Out
+When You Listen To My Rhymes (Look Here) Temperature Rising Got Damn Girl You Fine Woooo!
+Ha Lips Like Clips That Go In A Nine Ha Lips Like Eve They Hard To Find
+She Got A Pretty Pretty Face With A Gorgious Behind Look Like A Horse From Behind And When She Walk She Shine
+But On The Other End Tell Yo Other Man Sit His Broke Ass Down You Got A Hustler
+Man I Need A Women To Show Me Some Affection Need A Good Conversation When All These Niggas Be Hatin Need Somebody To Settle Down
+
+[Chorus:]
+I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody
+Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To
+Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Now First Of All The Worst Of All Ain't Even Happen Girl It's Time To Play Ping Pong Come Grab This Paddle Girl
+Since I Done Hit It Ha Mind Up In Another World I Herd You In Tha Bathroom you Had To Call Your Girl
+So I Called Webbie, Webbie She Was Fire Ha Body Had No Marks Like Some Brand New Tires
+She Woke Up In My Arms I Took Her To Tha Mall I Spent A G On Her On Some Glasses And Showed Her How I Ball Girl    You Can Have It All I Ain't Got No Wife Yea I Got A Baby Momma Let That
+Go Aiight So What's The Deal For The Night We Fucking Or What I'm Still Have Wet Dreams Of Catching A Nut
+She Make My Pressure Go Up When She Get On Top Of Me (Look Here) She Make A Nigga Skeet Then Go Fix Me Something To Eat
+[Chorus:]
+Now I'm Gone Keep It Real I Need Somebody To Feel My Pain And Really Know How To Treat Somebody I Need A Woman With A Mind
+She Can Put It On My Mind Candle Light Dinner While We Drink Expensive Wine
+She Ain't Gotta Be A Dime But Got To Be A Nine She
+Ain't Got To Come Right Then But She Always Right On Time (Huh Bra) She Took That Ride To Tha Pin Every Sunday And Every Monday
+Ya Commisery It Was Comin (Look) Now That's Yo Woman Them Other Hoes They Was Jockin On Them 24's Now You Can't Even Get A Letter
+Ain't This World Cold Yo Girl Know When You Was Cheating You Can't Hide From Her
+Plus She Care For Yo Child Like It Came Out Of Her
+I'm Gone Tell You Like It Is They Got Some Real Womenn Who Ready To Settle Down Is You Ready Nigga...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Give a Fuck[Intro]
+It's up, nigga
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Yeah, you know me by name
+You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
+Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
+You know me by name (It's up, nigga)
+You know me by gang
+Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
+
+[Chorus]
+You know I don't give a fuck
+Fuck that nigga, put him up
+We don't give a fuck
+Drag that ho and let her know
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck that nigga, put him up, we bring that pressure pressure
+Four times to his face, teach that bitch a lesson
+Four times for that Southside, don't let us catch you outside
+Club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay
+I walk and talk that dirty track at 2 AM flizzat
+Fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack
+Tear your swans in with that gat, I get so reckless
+Heard what happened to that boy, we some known steppers
+Fuck that nigga and his partner, he's a known rat
+You roll with him so you a ho 'cause you condone that
+Let's talk some facts,  man, these niggas ain't playin' it real no more
+These niggas can't find you, they'll kill your ho
+Stabbed my heart, cut my throat when they killed lil' bro
+Now it's poppin' like popcorn, shit's poppin' like popcorn (It's up, popcorn)
+We so yard, stop playin' 'cause we lay shit
+This that Southside death row Planet of the Apes shit
+[Chorus]
+You know I don't give a fuck
+Fuck that nigga, put him up
+We don't give a fuck
+Drag that ho and let her know
+You know I don't give a fuck
+Fuck that nigga, put him up
+We don't give a fuck
+Drag that ho and let her know
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bitch, what? I'll bust your ass up (Bitch, what?)
+I'ma take it, young nigga, and I'm ready to mask up
+Telly Hankton on the street, I'm a don dada
+Bronxston say I'm ignorant, went got a gold chopper
+I'm from that Rouge, win or lose, we don't fold, partner
+Owe me money, better pay me what you owe, partner
+I don't do no Twitter fingers, I do trigger fingers
+I'm a murder charge, nigga, you a misdemeanor
+The DA said I sent my murder victims to the cleaners
+Guess he said that 'bout them niggas 'cause they was dirty dirty
+Say your prayers, grab your best, get your thirty, thirty
+This ain't the East or the West, this the dirty dirty
+Dirty dirty South, nigga ridin' by your house
+Niggas tryna get your bag, hope you down to take a loss
+Dawg, I hope you got your mask, 'cause these pussy niggas talk
+I'll fight a charge again, I'm the motherfuckin' boss
+Lil' nigga, knock him off
+[Chorus]
+You know I don't give a fuck
+Fuck that nigga, put him up
+We don't give a fuck
+Drag that ho and let her know
+You know I don't give a fuck
+Fuck that nigga, put him up
+We don't give a fuck
+Drag that ho and let her know
+
+[Outro]
+Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall
+Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall
+You gotta whoop that bitch
+That nigga talkin', punch that bitch in his mouth
+That nigga talkin', punch that bitch in his mouthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Nothin’ Like Baton Rouge[Intro]
+Boosie Boo
+Baton Rouge stand up nigga
+I do this for my city
+Believe that, gangsta
+Uh huh (x3)
+
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+I took a walk out the house, same ole bounce
+Last night I laid it down on that some ole couch
+Took a ride through my city like (Baton Rouge)
+I push em' six at a time nigga so get it right
+I like to sip my own daiquiris (Yeahhh)
+Cross tha' track is where you find me
+With real niggas and alcoholics who get it started (Heavy D)
+I'm from Baton Rouge, I ain't from New Orleans
+But I fuck with real niggas who from New Orleans
+Body snatchers [?] spittas who bout bussin' 40's (Niggaaa)
+The kids love me right? (Fucking right)
+The bitches love me right? (Fucking right)
+The niggas love me cause I'm in the streets every night
+Buy tha' club I'm showing love in my [?]
+Monday, Dreams
+Saturday, Vibes
+Coogi down tha' whole clique, you know how we thuggin'
+I told you bout them crutches, niggas we love money
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+I know who ridin' with me
+Southside, Oak Town, even Zion City
+On Edgewood they gettin' it
+Can't forget the Mall
+With Turk and Big El, Posted up and set it off
+Sherwood go hard
+Brookstown go hard
+Tha' Park they living large
+I fuck with all them boys
+But this one for my niggas, who tote them big ole pistols
+West Baton Rouge, yea they rollin' off them jiggas'
+Tabarge that's my nigga, he representin' that Wa' (Chippewa)
+And niggas playin' games but Lil Boosie take it far (Niggaaa)
+So don't say shit (Patna)
+So don't play bitch (Patna)
+So many niggas won't' take hits, its unbelievable
+Ride low in my vet, bitch stand down
+I ain't playin' clown, 2 inches off tha' ground
+Tha' realest DVDs smoking all tha' purple weed
+Rookie found a fifty in this bitch, I guess I'm pussy
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
+I know who keep it real
+One shot for Gardere, where my mama use to live
+Lil Quick he out that Field
+He rep it to tha' death
+Me and Bleek bringing him and Gabe 10 pounds a peace on [?] (Avenue)
+This for Dixie, all tha' way to CC
+In tha' trunk them niggas beat me, with love is how they greet me
+One shot for Brandy Wine, them niggas on tha' grind
+Me and my Auntie opened up shop slangin' dimes
+Millerville got that pine
+Fairfield got morphine
+Lakeside niggas like that lean
+Big Sterling he keep it G
+Real retarded
+Niggas bussin 40's
+Boosie got tha' whole Baton Rouge ridin' chargers
+Fresh white G's no S.Dot carters
+Whatever you want, niggas fulfill that order
+For tha' liquor stores to drive-thrus (Plank Road)
+For my niggas on lockdown
+For them Weinersnitchel niggas mane who holdin' they block down
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city
+Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3)
+I do this for my city2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Got It on Me[Verse 1]
+We got a dozen of bricks
+Godfathers in a stick
+Traveling in a trench again (it’s work)
+Burglar balls went and panicked
+
+[Hook 1]
+Money on my mind
+I got tunnel vision
+Money in the ground
+Money in the city
+Coming dollar signs
+All a n*gga’s vision
+Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions
+
+[Hook 2]
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me (hussle I got it on me)
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me (and I shoot)
+Yeah I got it on me (and I shoot)
+Yeah I got it on me
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah I got it on me (pussy n*gga)
+Boy you don’t want it (pussy n*gga)
+You better check my rap sheet
+Call my cousin donkey
+Now I got your kitchen
+This is Black Ricky n*gga
+And he owe 28
+No leg shots no chest shots
+Put stick up in your face
+Y’all get what I do yet
+Call my n*gga ruger
+If you don’t think Boosie will shoot you
+Better ask the prosecutor
+We don’t play games
+We come to your spot
+Kick down your door
+Shut down your shop
+Stand over you
+Bitch I’m a dog
+Kick this bitch all in the mall
+I got me the party stop
+So off he retarded now
+Cross the track
+Boy we get it on
+Don’t trust nothing
+Kinda paranoid
+Got it on me boy while you're staring hard
+Put this bitch upside your head
+N*gga we ride you know you dead
+[Hook 3]
+We got a dozen of bricks
+Godfathers in a stick
+Traveling in a trench again (it’s work)
+Burglar balls went and panicked
+
+[Hook 1]
+Money on my mind
+I got tunnel vision
+Money in the ground
+Money in the city
+Coming dollar signs
+All a n*gga’s vision
+Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions
+
+[Hook 2]
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+I said well I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Hussle I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+[Verse 3]
+Catch me in traffic with it on me
+In the club with it on me
+I’ll be my child with it on me
+Trying to serve 50 to my auntie
+I got a 40 in my undies
+I’ll be in the trench ducking undies
+I got 20 bags on me
+Homie that’s not a lot of money
+I kill in these pants and I steal in these pants
+Flipping these bitch they ain’t touching my hash
+Couple my mascot [?]
+They fuck it up I’m gonna shade on their ass
+I popped a Molly do not do this stand
+Stand up n*gga
+They tried to pull over my four and I ran
+Look like I just left Iran God damn
+Young FA I started from the bottom
+Got stuff like that from Baton Rouge
+Got cash like that from Harlem
+I popped a lot of bottles
+And my youngers pop them hollows
+This glitzy game bitch
+I hope you see the new model boom
+
+[Hook 3]
+We got a dozen of bricks
+Godfathers in a stick
+Traveling in a trench again (it’s work)
+Burglar balls went and panicked
+
+[Hook 1]
+Money on my mind
+I got tunnel vision
+Money in the ground
+Money in the city
+Coming dollar signs
+All a n*gga’s vision
+Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions
+
+[Hook 2]
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+I said well I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Hussle I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+
+[Verse 3]
+I got the best of them bitches
+Black white Puerto Rican
+Her mixed ass be jet lagged
+I like my bitches to seize it
+Big bang roll up in my jeans
+We gonna make it work cuz
+I got the best of the Molly
+I got the best of the perks
+We got the bottles we got the work
+We got the broads they let us surf
+We going hard we never hurt
+We going hard we never hurt
+We don’t play games round here
+Take names round here
+Cliff hang like n*gga’s chains round here
+Boy I’m gonna shoot our dinner shoot
+What we do fight a flame round here
+Yeah I got it right in my pocket
+I popped a rocket like space ship
+Fuck Hollywood
+Try Badazz and I’m gonna get your ass that facelift
+Money on my mind
+All day like 9 to 9 in that hallway
+Got 75 in this tall case
+Try some shit I’m coming your way
+
+[Hook 3]
+We got a dozen of bricks
+Godfathers in a stick
+Traveling in a trench again (it’s work)
+Burglar balls went and panicked
+
+[Hook 1]
+Money on my mind
+I got tunnel vision
+Money in the ground
+Money in the city
+Coming dollar signs
+All a n*gga’s vision
+Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions
+
+[Hook 2]
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+I said well I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Hussle I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on me
+Yeah I got it on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Vlad TV*Clip from a Boosie interview with VLAD TV*
+
+[BOOSIE TALKING]
+I had a big problem with the court system
+And uh
+District attorneys, prosecutors
+Alot of people was tryna uh take my life
+As far as you know in the court system
+
+[VERSE 1]
+I graduated from a block down south on tha corner
+Get out tha mudd
+On my own, Ima hustla
+Mama put me out
+So I stayed wit Big Mama
+Went to cocaine cooking school
+And tha teacher was my uncle
+Every since I was a youngsta
+I been tryna chase a bag
+Not a gang banger, but a gangsta wit a past
+Strapped up and bad
+Man I get it from my Dad
+Easy town gangsta
+Man them Hatches bout that yeah
+Motherfucker yeah!
+*Clip from Interview*
+
+VLAD: At 14, what did you start with? Did you start selling crack or was it sumin else?
+
+BOOSIE: Well my first job was 11. I was a look out for tha people on tha corner. My 2nd job, I started hustlin'. Uh I started off selling crack, weed....
+
+[VERSE 2]
+My aunties dated dope dealers
+No broke niggas
+If you my dawg
+Then I scored wit ya, fucked hoes wit ya
+Plus school ain't really teach me what I was lookin' fa
+Get my family out tha motherfuckin' mudd
+Livin' good, what I was lookin' fa
+Went to codeine class
+Made a quarter mill
+Offered a deal, shit got real
+Had to pop a pill (2 by 2)
+Was a beast in tha streets
+Yeah, I got it
+Better cop from him
+If it's beef, they gettin' you
+And they stoppin' slim
+
+*Clip from Interview*
+BOOSIE: That's how I hustled. You know, that's what I know how to..that's what I raised to make money off during the streets. You know, I know how to get money. It's not positive money...
+
+But I was taught to go get tha money..fuck it
+
+[VERSE 3]
+This for all my teachers
+Bronson & Lil Donkey (Donk!)
+They told me up in class
+When I ride, keep it on me
+PCP at 16
+Followed by tha marijuana
+Get a hall pass, and go straight to tha corner (Thuggin)
+Got my own block
+And I got bout 9 students
+3 or 4 was hustlas
+But tha others, they was foolish
+You look crazy, they gon' shoot it
+We don't play that on my side
+They hate you in yo city
+Move away, and live yo life
+
+*Clip from Interview*
+
+BOOSIE: And it's always like that. Wherever you from, you will get hated the most. You know, most rappers die in they own city. It's a fact. You know what they hate you for, no reason. They hate you for, They hate you for your success
+
+[VERSE 4]
+I got tha streets on lock
+I'm they generation PAC
+I spit it from tha heart
+And they feel it up inside
+Still a hood nigga
+Showin' money in my pictures
+Or I can put a suit on nigga
+And get a million
+My name brang millions
+Talkin' to investors
+You dealin' wit a nigga who had something very special
+Tha whole damn street
+And that's a whole nutha level
+They vote for me
+No matter who in tha motherfuckin election
+Boosie Badazz (Hood President)
+*Clip from Interview*
+
+BOOSIE: They girl listening to yo music...they go downstairs, the kids doing a dance to yo music...now they are hypnotized with hatredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boosie Speaks(Intro)
+Boosie Bad Azz, say lil K these niggas acting funny with me now? whaaaa
+
+(verse 1)
+All my bread gone, all my redbones, all my fans in the stand they done left me alone. all my pussy poppers they don't wanna holla look like its just me and my choppa look like I got a problem. I'm to the head but my hustle ain't gone ya feel me? I'm Innocent til proving guilty or til God kill me I ain't got nothing in these streets now I'm back to robbing good thing I'm in these streets and I know who got it I'm in a world where ain't no fucking rules in em so I live by the code strap up and blues niggas all my friends in the wind since my ends gone, my bad bitches down to 2 since my benz gone, I can't sleep I'm having nightmares fucked up thinking bout that zoom zoom thinking what I did wrong, niggas in the hood mane don't even speak no more treat Lil Boosie Boo like he nero (damn)
+
+(Chorus)
+What if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you)
+(who me? yea you) (who me?)
+Shit what if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you)
+
+(Verse 2)
+What if I had a bald head and I ain't no bald head, my cuz fucked up my plug my business is all dead my niggas they on that Gangsta shit back to that belly shit running off in clubs with them thangs we wrecking shit back to smoking that devil shit famel to high nigga whatever you with I'm with lets take a ride nigga .45 cocked back niggas gone pay for my struggle in my pocket nun but lint im finna take muthafuckas Woah I call Donkey I got some shorts in my click niggas tryna play with me must don't know I play for keeps call Webbie like Savage I keep a package right now I'm starving yesterday I was balling, Maneeee Im' finna go in they circle ol' stingy ass niggas used to smoke all my purple but they gone get it doe I got this AR in my hand and I'm gone let it go and let em know I'm Fucked up!
+
+(Chorus)
+What if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you)
+(who me? yea you) (who me?)
+Shit what if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you)
+
+(Verse 3)
+Say Fred
+I'm all fucked up, got 1 blunt of purp left
+Gas tank on low, can't even hi see the nigga at delga
+Damn I'm fucked up
+Gangsta done broke down, Charger done broke down
+Monte Carlo need tires on it
+I'm kinda fucked up right now I mean that
+What the fuck Ima do though?
+Stick a nigga up, Stick a nigga up! (agghhh)
+Stick a nigga up, stick a nigga up....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ducked OffI ain't even in the mood
+Hommey get from round me
+I got to much on my mind
+I dont need no company
+If you hit me on my phone
+Well i'll prolly let it rang
+On the real tryna chill tryna
+Do my own thang
+
+I be ducked off
+Ducked off,ducked off, ducked off
+I be ducked off
+Ducked off, ducked off EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Top Notch[Chorus: Mouse]
+
+Top notch whips that's what I drive
+24 inches rims and tires
+Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes
+They starin me down, And I'm wondering why
+Ah hold up wait a second
+Let me think for a second
+Ah hold up wait a second
+Let me think for a second
+Ah hold up wait a second
+Let me think for a second
+Ah hold up wait a second
+Let me think for a second
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
+Red Bandana, Red Lexus
+Top notch nigga hoes call me black and sexy
+Top notch whip on that good drank from Texas
+Got everybody lookin' like a nigga buck naked
+Please be good cause it could go down
+Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown
+I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass
+If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match
+I would name my cars, but I ain't got time
+Just got my fresh fade, check out my line
+Ol' lady cross the street like "Ain't that Connie boy"
+"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea)
+Feelin even better when I looked in the mirror
+Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these niggas
+From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl and we creep
+Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga
+[Chorus x1]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Phat]
+
+Look, I got a Jag and it's sleepin on deuces
+Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid
+I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat
+At the light, open the door, showin my ass
+You know how that be
+Impala drop on the Shontaez
+Oh it's the dumb way
+Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on
+Rip the runway
+Johnny got my neck right
+Johnny got my mouth right
+Ankle bracelet in diamonds so
+Johnny got my walk right
+I use 2 by 2's
+Like ehh you stupid
+Toilet paper niggas streets up
+When It's time for me to use it
+Take a picture of my hair cut
+My Steve Harvey look right on
+Yeah I know you see the ice on me
+I'm on they cut the lights on me
+Gucci bag 50 grand in it
+Look don't put yo hands in it
+Do it the dummy way
+You catch me doin' my dance with it
+Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me
+Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin
+Nigga you goin have to show me
+[Chorus x1]
+
+[Verse 3: Mouse]
+
+(Why Why Hmmm)
+B.O. what these niggas mad at me for
+Wound up lookin' cry baby like T.O
+Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O
+He wanna take a trip to the money Let's G-O
+I got black women, white women
+Asian and Creole
+Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot Fritos
+So Mouse like cheese so my nick name Cheeto
+Fuck a favor or a hand out, ain't shit free hoe
+I hop up out the chevy, coast wallet full of c-notes
+Your baby momma and her friend wanna have a trio
+I work that lumber a huh yeah she know
+I beat that pussy up I beat it up like Deebo
+Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho
+I see it in your face and I can read ya like Cleo
+Every everybody know, we don't keep it on the D-Low
+Trill ENT yeah nigga know how we roll
+
+[Chorus x1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Hot[Boosie Talkin:]
+Nigga I Had That Magnum In '03 When Alotta Yall
+Thought It Was A Station Wagon
+(Waz That?)
+Get Money Nigga We Hot Right Now
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Ahh Now As I Roll Through My City Mayne Clean As A Bytch
+Big Booty Hoes Tryna Jump In Boosie Shyt
+Big Money In My Pocket
+2 Much 2 Have Her Wildin
+U Can Hate But You Can't Knock It
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+I Hit The Stage Smokin Da Gush Shyt Lookin 4 A Hood Bytch 2 Gimmie Dat Pussy
+Nigga Holla N Throw Me Somethin I'n Slangin No Cookies..Can't Be Slangin That Work
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+On My Block...The Drama Neva Stops...Knox Heard I Got Serves Now Dey Closin Down My Shops
+Da Block Still Movin... Nigga You Kno We Boomin We Got Dem Ex Pills Movin
+We Hot! We Hot! We Hot!
+Dvds Made The Whole World Believe They See It With Dey Eyes Dey'n Gotta Realize
+The Choppas, Infinities, And The 745s It Ain't No Lie
+We Hot! We Hot! We Hot!
+Fresh Cut (Fresh Cut) Ffesh Bauds (Fresh Bauds) Brand New Charger..On 24s
+Still Got The Benz And Its Parked In The Yard...Niggas Shinin Real Hard
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+[Chorus:]
+Im Kinda Hott Right Now! (Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Im Kinda Hott Right Nooow!(Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Boosie Hott Right Nooow! (Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Im Kinda Hott Right Now...Won't Stop Now!
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Imma Legend On Dese Streets...I Kno U Niggas Heard'a Me
+Ben Feelin Wallace N Purgess Since I Was 13
+All I Smoke Is Purple Weed
+I Know Why Niggas Wanna Murda Me
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+Tell Da Truth...U Don Kno No Nigga Hotter...??????? Buyin Bottle Afta Bottle
+The Marietta We Fuckin Bottle Afta Bottle N Dey ??????
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+50 G's On A Watch Just'a Tell Time
+A Hundred Rouns N Da Glock Just'a Slang Iron
+In Da Hood Dey Like " I Heard Lil Boosie Got Dem Birds Huh?"
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+I Kno U Seen Uh Blinged Up On Bet Wit Trina
+Hustle N Flow...Sountrack In Da Store
+You Fuck Wit Savage Boi You Already Know...It Ain't No Secret
+We Hot! We Hot! We Hot!
+Im Zoomin Hard Me N Joc On College Park...N Im Da Shyt Dawg
+From Nual To Dual...I Spit Da Truth Dawg Nigga Kno How I Do Dawg
+I Do It Or New Orl Dawg
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+Big Bodies...Badd Bytches Wanna Sit By Meh...U Kno Wat Mama Ya Babi Boi Done Grow Up
+Soulja Hate Me All You Want But Im Gon Hit Da Top...Knock Knock Up In Dis Bytch
+Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot!
+[Chorus:]
+Im Kinda Hott Right Now! (Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Im Kinda Hott Right Nooow!(Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Boosie Hott Right Nooow! (Im Hot! Im Hot!)
+Im Kinda Hott Right Now...Won't Stop Now!
+
+[Boosie:]
+Yea Dat Boi Hott
+Everything I Drop
+U Can Feel It Cuz Itz Comin From Da Realest [Repeat]
+
+Lil Nigga On FireEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+TV[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+I knew I saw this shit on TV
+
+[Hook]
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+BET, or TNT
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV)
+This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV)
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+MTV, or BET
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV)
+This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
+
+[Verse 1]
+This nigga started out a gangster though, I saw you in the movie, ho
+Pitching out the pack behind his back, that’s a movie roll
+Started as a kid with them, played on the same block
+Look how they did Snupe, I heard they used to use the same Glock
+I’ve seen Bishop off Juice grow up to a thug
+When it was over, I shook my head, I knew what movie this was
+My daddy pumping coke and spending, man
+Uncles putting pistols in my hand, this is Menace, man
+Indictments, the world thinking that I won’t see tomorrow
+Trial was crazy, still walk, this is Law & Order
+I’ve seen hoes come in and bait niggas and rob them at nighttime
+I’ve seen these kind of hoes on Lifetime
+[Hook]
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+BET, or TNT
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV)
+This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV)
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+MTV, or BET
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV)
+This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Shit
+Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by
+Smoking PCP, I saw some shit that be on SciFi
+Seen mace get sprayed so much, it will fuck the cell block up
+No visits to real niggas for years, I’ve seen Locked Up
+I’ve seen women making scenes to get exposed
+So I’ve seen these reality shows up in the four
+Lord knows I’ve seen some shit, Paid in Full
+Look like Bleek was Money Making Mitch
+I’ve seen hoes turn niggas on their own niggas
+I’ve seen niggas walk out on their own children
+I’ve seen black families fall apart, get back together
+So what I’m saying, I saw every flick from Tyler Perry
+
+[Hook]
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+BET, or TNT
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV)
+This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV)
+I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
+MTV, or BET
+But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV)
+This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
+[Verse 3]
+This shit is TV, real characters was next to Boosie
+Street wars, niggas dying, I’ve seen western movies
+Seen dudes with no heart really murder guys
+Fuck a nigga bitch, he went crazy, I’ve seen The Perfect Guy
+Seen a big dog catch AIDS, first they used to love him, man
+Now they’re beefing, what I’m saying, I’ve seen Straight Outta Compton, man
+I’ve seen women get famous off their husbands’ shine
+Then they shit on them, so I’ve seen The Real Housewives
+Aunty fight and fuss, then she fuck the night away
+But she love him, so I’ve been knew Joseline and Stevie J
+I met a nigga up in prison who been there 45
+He don’t even want to go home, so I saw The Green Mile
+This is TVEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Surrender No Retreat[INTRO: BOOSIE TALKING]
+
+I love to see my lil' brother  run that football
+Remind me of me
+Hard
+Strong
+Confident
+Never Scared
+
+[HOOK]
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We don't retreat from anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (Or the streets)
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We not scared of anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (I won't surrender)
+No surrender
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Never will I back down from anyone
+It's consequences when you jump my fences
+Semi-guns
+Playground was plenty fun
+But losing made me pissed off
+In tha streets I was a G
+And I preached, like I'm Young Dolphin
+Jail I was a hard head
+Fuck what tha guard said
+Actavis pints by my bed
+Just like tha free world
+Rappin' got me paid
+But I played off in tha G world
+Shoot outs in tha day
+And at night I slept wit' 3 girls
+Beefin' wit' niggas 10 years older
+These niggas tryin' me
+Tha city might be scared of you niggas
+But Ima dyin' breed
+Never ran
+Right 'cross tha track if you want drama
+No surrender
+No retreat
+That's on my Mama
+[HOOK]
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We don't retreat from anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (Or the streets)
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We not scared of anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (I won't surrender)
+No surrender
+
+[VERSE 2]
+From tha basketball court to tha football field
+All that
+Where I became a dog at
+A fighter what you call that
+Call my call, I call back
+I never run from a soul
+My Auntie say I had a chief heart
+Since I was 1 years old
+I used to follow all tha older boys
+Jumpin' off tha monkey bars
+Whoever thought I'd jump in monkey suits
+Wit' a 100 rod
+On tha streets I was a Boss
+Sumin' sick on these niggas
+In jail, I sold drugs, had fights
+And threw shit on these niggas
+No collar potna, I was born like a pit on these niggas
+I believe in we all bleed tha same
+Ain't no bitch in me boy
+I took my lick
+Suck my dick look when they sentenced me boy
+I been in street wars wit' plenty beef boy
+[HOOK]
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We don't retreat from anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (Or the streets)
+No surrender
+No retreat
+We not scared of anyone
+In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen)
+Or the streets (I won't surrender)
+No surrenderEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get Me Outta Here[Intro]
+Get me outta here
+Look like another hot summer
+Get me outta here
+Looking like another cold Christmas
+Get me outta here
+Easter no better
+My fucking mama want me home
+Get me outta here
+This is for my people in the pen
+
+[Verse 1]
+They just gave Lil Johnny 40 years
+Tryna take his life
+Question is, in the dorm, will he play the night?
+Big Nick next he fighting the L
+He go to court tomorrow
+Co-defendant, public defender
+He ain't show tomorrow
+Lil Joe just come from court
+Couldn't even hug his daughter
+He got a black box like me
+A cold court order
+Fu Fu on stabbing shit
+He on some real nasty shit
+It's hard to get back in court
+Cuz they don't believe it was an accident
+Lil Bobby Joe he say he coming home whacking shit
+Tim married a white girl he said he coming home Catholic
+I left the streets they got ghosts
+I was so mad 'bout this
+My troubles half the world would laugh 'bout this
+I used to call Donk on the line
+[Hook]
+Get me outta here
+Get me outta here
+Get me outta here
+Get me outta here
+
+[Verse 2]
+Don't want hear nobody dying
+Don't wanna feel that kind of vibe
+Don't wanna feel that kind of vibe
+What's going on tell me what's going on
+I used to call Donk on the line
+Ain't even want nothing on the line
+I just wanna hear you nigga smile and laugh
+Where ya'll going out tonight
+I'm 'bout to close my eyes and join you yeah
+I wanna go home I mean tonight
+And do some ecstasy in California
+Supermodel bitches next to me in California
+In the kitchen dozed off dreaming California
+
+[Hook]
+Get me outta here
+Get me outta here
+Get me outta here
+[Verse 3]
+I don't wanna here nobody dying
+I just wanna here about your shine
+She say he ain't pick up the line
+She say he won't pick up the line
+I said mama call Jason one more time
+Leave him message tell him I need to talk
+Leave him a message say I'm trying to go up the wall
+I need his blessing, Nicole I'm gonna to war one more time
+I call my lawyer all the time
+What up Jason what up till this day he still my dog
+Never gonna forget the day March the fifth 2014
+When the people let me out I told my Dre
+
+[Outro]
+Man I'm tired I wanna go home
+Get me outta here
+I'll go home and sex my lady
+Get me outta here
+Lately I've been fighting a storm
+Get me outta here
+My child she battle with her daddy
+Get me outta here
+I wake up playing search home
+Get me outta here
+I just lost my old lady
+Get me outta here
+You ain't even come see me in jail
+Get me outta here
+Look like another hot summer
+Get me outta here
+Look like another cold Christmas
+Get me outta here
+Easter no better
+Get me outta here
+You send up your last letter
+Get me outta here
+In this place I don't wanna die
+Get me outta here
+Look like another hot summerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Empire 2[Intro]
+My empire, will not be denied
+Must I say it again?
+My empire will not be denied
+
+[Verse  1]
+I'm a real street nigga, who ain't lovin' the fame
+I can't help it everywhere I go they knowin' my name
+Gold teeth, gold chain, all gold everything
+Cold pictures, old pictures with that Tec in my hand
+Boosie Badazz, nigga, I'm the best in the game
+How you the best in the game?
+No one else in my lane
+Tonight I'm fuckin' you, I'm 'bout that
+So girl get your mind right
+I'll fuck you and your girl if you don't want to fuck your girl
+You ain't gonna find too many niggas off the chain like me
+Diamond ring, piece and chain
+Built hard like concrete
+Like Zoes my squad deep
+Yeah, we official
+At the club, we just want pussy
+But boy we ain't pussy
+Gon' be mad cause I'm flexin'
+Diamond I'm shinin' from Texas
+Every girl that I'm sexin'
+I'm a real bitch, blessin'
+And I got money to blow, but I'm stackin' my Jacksons
+But my squad 'bout murder
+And we packing the plastic
+[Interlude]
+There's no stoppin' my empire
+We finessin' now
+There's no stoppin' my empire
+Yo, B-Will get at these niggas
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I'm in Texas I keep my Texas phone
+When I'm in Memphis, hit my Memphis phone
+Pull up in Emmit, won't take that long
+Don't fuck your bae at home, and I know I'm wrong
+Funny shit 'bout it, shit won't take that long
+I'm Tyrone, pimpin' on my mobile phone
+When I got my Rollie on
+It's dumb shit, and precious stones
+To you, she a bad bitch, to me she's just a sexy song
+Bitch, don't treat my Lexus wrong
+Who the fuck you flexin' on?
+I bought that!
+I know these niggas hatin', nigga
+I caught that!
+I know you see me skatin', nigga
+Four-five for shady nigga
+Automatic chopper, think I'm crazy, nigga
+Air Max and cigarettes
+I ain't met a nigga yet that spit this
+It's winter fresh, and keeps this bitch [?]
+I could never try to turn a stripper to a [?]
+Jack the Ripper slippers, red bottoms when I walk the set
+[Verse 3]
+You are not the plug, bitch you just a drug addict
+Eatin' every rapper boy you better check the attic
+I been on top for a minute like [?]
+Way up for a while and I do not need ladders, little nigga
+Money so tall you could [?] to it
+Even better, ask me for it lil nigga
+Fuck with the kid, cause I ball now
+Baby girl you gon' get this dick in the nighttime (nighttime)
+Since you gonna sleep on the kid
+You don't suck dick baby girl, it's the right time (right time)
+(For real, for real)
+And I'm talkin' [?] status
+Paint drippin', style drippin'
+I need a [?] napkin
+I used to laugh but now they raise whenever we pass them
+The coup has no roof so you can't imagine
+The [?] the lime light, I see everyday
+But you gotta remember at the end of the day
+That man, this is my passionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+AnimosityNiggas been hatin' since school, cause I'm a fool
+Polo down year round with twenties off the ground
+I go to clubs, niggas mug but I don't hear the sound
+Them niggas know what line to cross if they wanna get down
+Watch who you be 'round. Niggas trying to steal your soul
+Nigga broke in my car when I used to give em dough
+Talk about me when I pass through, smile when I stop
+So I strap down everyday cause I can't die like 2Pac
+You niggas want my force out my voice, I know
+You niggas want some niggas dead in that 4. Well let's go
+My mamma told me bout them niggas. Them niggas ain't your friends
+Who saw me stash my shit, you blood hit me again
+We supposed to be kin. But your family hurt you too
+That dust and that gin got me thinkin of dirt to do
+But hatin leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless
+And don't think a nigga don't notice ...your animosity
+
+[Chorus]
+What kinda nigga call my mom and tell her her son got shot?
+A pussy nigga who need that dick up in his fot box
+I got rocks. Lotta niggas don't like that
+Like (... ?) I'll be right back. G-Nikes with my night cat
+Since starter jackets, I had haters back then
+Used to get my name in my fade when I was 8, 9, and 10
+And these hoes runnin off, fuckin up my relationships
+I done had enough, don't know how much I can take this shit
+My baby mamma people against me to the fullest
+It's because this fit got me runnin duckin bullets
+I know you hate my twenties so I'm a get some more inches
+And I'm a get some Ks and have you runnin jumpin fences
+I'm lookin in the judge eyes, and he muggin me down
+Baton Rouge to red stick. There ain't no love in this town
+They hold a grudge in this town, They catchin slugs in this town
+And don't think I ain't peepin you, clownEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How We Do ItWe got the Phantoms on deck, lambo on the side, chevy sittin high yeah bitch that's how we ride
+That's how we do it x7
+We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price
+That's how we do it x7
+
+Lil Boosie
+
+Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care
+Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite
+Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake
+Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks
+Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black
+Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad
+Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine
+Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time
+Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks
+Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up
+Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket
+Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
+
+Chorus
+
+Webbie
+
+Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
+Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball
+The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop
+The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top
+Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be
+I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me
+Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell
+Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail
+What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate
+Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face
+Imma keep it trill you can chill but time ain't gon wait
+You betta go head and get your paper before it get to late
+Had to set myself straight at to set myself a goal
+By 2010 im tryin to have a hundred million more
+52 foot ceiling you can't touch it marble on the floor
+Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing but get my hustle on
+
+Chorus
+Lil trill
+
+Imma start this thing for my dog B, trill fam, trill ent
+Deaf kids look up to me so I gotta be all I can be
+And I grind hard just to get this far, love my pops for what he did
+Never thought I'd be this big, never thought I'd be this kid
+I do it big but I keep my stacks
+From big money to big racks
+You got a check then we can talk, if you ain't got it then you can walk
+I do my thang betta ask around, chevy whip sittin off the ground
+Burnin rubber throughout your town, ohh yeah boy we get it down
+No blue cars black cars now, couldn't see me through an ultrasound
+Too far like a mile long, im getting money like Mulan
+Imma buy a house, buy my own estate
+Been hungry eat your whole plate
+Never turn on your main mayne or you'll crash like an airplane
+Trill fam that's till the end, we all family can be friends
+Hustle hard for your dividends, loyalty never defense
+That crooked man can't be your friend, betta leave that boy alone
+Or he will leave you all alone
+Time to start from scratch homes
+ChrousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Talk Dat Shit)[Intro]
+I'd like to welcome everybody to my new album (Yeah)
+Called "Talk Dat Shit" (Talk that shit, Boose)
+'Cause I talk that shit (Yeah), but I back it up though
+A lot of niggas can't back it up (Talk that shit, Boose)
+Another classic album, straight smoke
+And I put that on [?] (Talk that shit, nigga)
+Yeah (Talk that shit)
+They say I've been goin' off lately (Talk that shit, nigga)
+Bitch, I been goin' off (Yeah)
+I been the don (Yeah), the GOAT (Talk that shit, nigga)
+This for my boujee fans, they know one thing
+
+[Verse]
+Get on live, I'm [?]
+But realer than any them niggas you talkin'
+Fuckin' and duckin' them bitches you stalkin' (Track life)
+Thuggin' in public with [?] (Talk that shit)
+I keep two bitches and both of 'em gorgeous
+One from the ocean and one from New Orleans
+They got that voodoo, that voodoo pussy
+I probably been in your lil' bitch lil' pussy (Talk that shit)
+King of the slums since I was a lil' nigga
+Went from a dealer to runnin' with killers (Yeah)
+I get you hit for a couple of pillars (Yeah)
+I been to war with a couple of killers (Talk that shit)
+I'm in Atlanta, I'm sleepin' on [?] (Woo)
+Sleepin' real good, I'm surrounded by [?] (Yeah)
+I'm chasin' that money, you see me on [?] (Talk that shit)
+My niggas got Glocks at the baggage claim (Uh)
+How this nigga stay hot for another year? (Talk that shit)
+'Cause they always gon' have a gutter here (Ooh)
+These bitches they lovin' my style and I'm gettin' money
+So bad ones, they fuck in here (Yeah)
+If we walkin' 'bout GOATs, then you must mention me
+22 years, I ain't miss a beat
+Music money, that was lil' money (Lil' money)
+I get film money, different money (Uh)
+Lil' bitch, when I shine, it's a different [?] (Talk that shit)
+My winners, they right here, nigga (Yeah)
+Bitch, I still got a grudge, my mind in the mud
+They saw how y'all did me in jail, nigga (Pussy ass niggas)
+I was solid as stone, they threw they stones
+I shook that shit off like, "Whatever, man" (Talk that shit)
+I promise my payback be special, man (What you did?)
+So I came home, got another [?] (Cut up, boo)
+Ballin' on bitches and flossin' my kids
+Forties on forties connected with sticks
+You got a bed for you and your bitch
+I got a bed for your bitch and her [?] (Talk that shit)
+Certified stepper, doin' my shit
+Ooh, this bitch [?]
+Yeah, talk that shit, but we 'bout that shit(What we did?)
+Put his blood on a [?] (Yeah, yeah)
+Beast mode, nigga, on G code, nigga (Talk that shit)
+Swish that nigga like a free throw, nigga (Ooh)
+Lil' niggas 'round me really need my wisdom
+They'll take your chain like Debo, nigga (Talk that)
+I'm a king in the ghetto like Z-Ro, nigga
+Underrated rapper like Z-Ro, nigga (Talk that shit)
+And I ain't kissin' no nigga ass to get a bag
+I ain't with fake [?] I don't fuck with niggas (Straight up)
+I started this wave for niggas, man (Talk)
+With plenty change, showin' plenty bands (Talk)
+Splittin' plenty heads up in minivans
+Boosie had 'em with it in they hands (Talk that shit)
+If you tired of me talkin', you tired of me flossin' (Floss)
+Well, bitch, get a blindfold
+I get more money as time go (Lay, lay)
+I'll knock the meat out your taco (Lay)
+God on my [?] like I'm Ralo (They love me)
+Free all the real ones like Ralo (Thuggin')
+Message to all of them gone (Gone)
+I'm holdin' it down for the strong (Talk that shit)
+I spray my own cologne (Bitch)
+I smoke that super strong (Bitch)
+Ol' bitch ass nigga be hatin' (Talk to 'em)
+We ain't even in the same conversation
+[Outro]
+Know I'm 'bout to talk my shit
+Hahaha
+Pressure, pressure
+Who harder than me?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Never Give UpChorus
+No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in the hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I roll
+Verse 1
+And I never give up my nigga.(And thats a fact). Im built Ford tough my nigga. (From cross da track). I get dat bread my nigga, fuck dem feds my nigga, I can't be scared my nigga, scared mane dead my nigga. I got sum newborn babies, (hey) they dont even kno they daddy rap yet. They ain't even got teeth yet. Gotta get g stacks, real facts, make money but I give back, gotta feel that. Like pac Im in da studio all night. Hit for hit on da flight hollin thug life. Need a mansion for my mama, bentleys for the click gotta grind hard and be smart. Nigga hate me or love me Im still a beast. Rap and get money while u rap niggas sleep. I can't quit God sent me here to get it on. Ivy kids, and my kids Im ten strong
+Chorus
+No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in da hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I roll
+Verse 2
+Do u kno where I come from poverty, where most folk don't work or dont try to be (nothing) . Niggas chasin commodity in da project. Niggas play games so people got a complex. Come from nun so u kno I can't quit mane. Comin up I wanted to be da big mane. Feelings change when u dealing wit dat big change. Gotta get it dut sumtime, bust ya gut sumtime. 90 percent gone turn bitch. That other 10 percent that gone be ya real click. House on the hill just turned 25. Pressure on my shoulder mane I can't quit now. They got it and I want it. They thirsty but Im hungry. God sent me down this bitch to act a donkey. (thank u God). Sometimes I ain't givin a fuck. But I put that on my mama, I never give up foreal
+Chorus
+No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in da hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I rollEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+See Some Pussy[Chorus:]
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Big booty bitches
+Beautiful tities
+Dance on that pool
+Hundreds and fifties
+Fall from the ceiling back down to the floor
+I can pay your tuition
+As well as your rent, bitch I’m making the dough
+I got nothing but benzes
+Rocking them regular
+On bundles and bundles and none of them fraud
+Better turn up for that cheque bitch
+Better show them who the best bitch
+Show them you can work a rose
+And you can pop a bentley
+Make a nigga throw that dough until his pocket empty
+Hold on, wait a minute, ooh holy shit
+If them nigga ain’t tipping
+Then they broke as shit
+Better ask around and call me Mr. Throw It All
+Bitch I just want to see you show it all
+[Chorus:]
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I want see some pussy
+Girl I’m boosting you
+Make that pussy breathe
+And, I’m gonna throw these blues
+Rub your hand on it, then look at me
+Turn up, get that pussy warm
+Suck on your fingers baby girl
+I’m gonna make it thunderstorm
+Drop down from that pole
+Now you got me cooking
+I just got out of jail, so
+I want see some pussy, please
+Last week I buy hard
+Me and baby do fifty balls
+B.I.K.O.D when they all naked
+I don’t do no titty balls
+I’m on mine, my dick hard
+If it’s all soft, you ain’t going to enjoy
+Came in with a bad bitch
+My bitch pick, my bitch for me
+Drop a couple bottles now I’m lean
+I stucked got everybody looking
+Girl won’t pay your rent, well
+[Chorus:]
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+I want see some pussy
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty
+Show me the kitty cat
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Darn it look so good
+I know you want to grab it
+But only if you could
+You know you wish you had it
+But know I’m not your average
+This bitch too bad
+You say you got that bad
+But throw some money at me
+Throw some money daddy [x2]
+Throw some money dad
+Throw them money dad
+Throw them money
+Throw this money dad
+Throw some, throw some money (laughing)
+Throw them moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Look At Life Different[INTRO]
+Everybody got a story
+When I heard this story
+
+Boosie Bad Azz
+
+[VERSE 1]
+He say son
+I been here 40 years
+Ain't had a visitor since 1987 (damn man)
+Ain't had a money order, since my sister passed lil daddy
+(You can get some of my food)
+Long as I wake up every morning breathing
+I'm still happy (Huh bruh)
+I lost my Mama soon as I got my time man
+(Ya Mama dead too?)
+The family blame me for her passing
+And I ain't lying man (Aw man)
+I lost some fingers way back picking cotton in the field
+Say his case was kinda straight
+But he done ran through his appeals
+I'm almost in tears
+Say he don't want no lawyer
+Say he wish he had a daughter
+Cuz his son heart been cold since 6 years old
+Told me when I leave, can I leave my socks & my tennis shoes
+Shit even my [?]
+Wish I could save ol man
+[HOOK 1]
+Conversations bring realities
+Look at life differently
+It make you look at life differently now
+
+Hard times and tragedies
+Make you look at life differently
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Talkin to this lady at visit
+Who was waiting on her son
+She say them people at Angola hatin on her son
+And she don't play bout her son (I don't play bout my baby)
+She say her 4th son got murdered
+They killed him downtown
+And her oldest on a charge
+They saying he killed a boy from downtown
+Asked me to pray with her
+And asked me can I call Johnnie (Lil Johnnie)
+Plus her baby boy who wildin, catchin body after body
+The other son, he on the dog food
+He lost up in New Orleans man
+Imagine what this Mama saw man
+
+[HOOK 2]
+I had to thank GOD for Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie
+I had to go and roll a Bugle, Bugle, Bugle, Bugle
+My head was hurting
+When I heard OG story
+I had to thank GOD for Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie
+(I had to hit my knees, and say thank you GOD)
+When that nigga told me
+I had to really share a Bugle, Bugle, Bugle
+He say he don't want no lawyer man
+Lord
+
+[MUSIC CONTINUES TO END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Loose as a Goose (feat. Foxx & Mouse)Uhh, ohh, loose as a goose
+I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose
+I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose
+I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose
+
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party
+
+Loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da party
+
+Knock, knock, knock, knock, don't get me started
+Cause I'll wild out and cock da Glock 40
+Knock, knock, knock, knock, don't get me started
+Cause it can get retarded, you heard me retarded
+
+Got a body bag and a couple o' mask
+I bust his ass den I pop anotha half
+Comin' through da club, man, I got my own swag
+Don't look wrong cause I will get on yo' ass
+
+Goons on deck, all my niggas actin' bad
+Wipe me down, I'm on, bitch, I'm Boosie Bad Azz
+Dat liquor got me trippin', can I have you, girl?
+(Please?)
+Can you give me head in da bathroom, girl?
+4 car garage, man, I'm in my own world
+Neck full of pieces, bitch, you gotta see me
+Always good lookin', my mouth kinda crooked
+I be loose all in central bookin', I'm Boosie Bad Azz
+
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party
+
+Loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party
+Loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da party
+
+Look I be loose a den a freak hoe dat fuck
+And give you deep throat
+We in da club deep hoe, my tolerance is zero
+When I be in da club you already know da dealio
+V.I.P be full of bad bitches like a video
+
+And I'm standin' where da dough at, we buyin' all da Moet
+You betta take yo' hoe and leave if we ain't got yo' hoe yet
+I'm loose like a goose, wit a duce of dat juice
+It might slow yo' ass down but to me it's a boost
+I'm a muthafuckin' gangsta in da club, where da G's at?
+And I ain't talkin' car when they ask you where da ki's at
+Make yo' ol lady put her head where her knees at
+If you don't break it off they a find her where da leaves at
+
+Dolla, dolla bill all a nigga really need
+I knew how ta count da money before I knew how to read
+Bet dat choppa go and knock a nigga arm out his sleeve
+Cause when I get loose, somebody child gon' bleed
+
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party
+I be loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party
+
+Loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party
+Loose as a goose, don't get me started
+Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da partyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+West Coast[Intro:]
+Bad ass nigga
+They love me, they love me, can't help it, they love me, they love me
+
+[Chorus:]
+
+They love me on the west coast
+They love me on the west coast
+They love me on the west coast
+Best Smoke
+Man they love me on the west coast
+
+[verse 1:]
+
+Up in Oakland, I be smokin'
+Im a hood superstar, im the coldest
+Got a lot of bad chicks, lot of Trojans
+Me and Snoop in the lab getting loaded
+All the girls say they love how i talk so i talk how i talk
+Im a motha fuckin boss
+Catch me coming i dont [?]
+To the hood where its good, YG 400
+Big love in L.A now
+In santa ana man im bigger then a space ship
+Got them niggas with them chucks on turnt up
+Got the bait on lock, Steph Curry man
+In the west i got the streets down
+Got the Crips and the Bloods on speed dial
+Got my CD on replay
+I just talked to Kendrick Lamar dawg and geuss what he say
+[Chorus:]
+
+They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast)
+They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast)
+They love me on the west coast
+Best Smoke (best smoke)
+On the west coast
+
+They love me on the west coast (bad ass nigga)
+They love me on the west coast
+Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast?
+(bad chicks) They love me on the west coast
+
+[Verse 2:]
+
+I do my thing on the west coast
+As a child, i always wished i had fame on the west coast
+Blood, Blood, rock with game on the west coast
+Crip, Crip, Rock with Nip on the west coast
+Best smoke, hurt ya chest ya dig
+This for my G's and my Mexicans
+San Diego where they bump the kid
+Mr.[?] man they love you boy
+On the 405 free way
+Got a call, it was rick, that nigga freeway
+He told me meet by his spot he got a freeplay
+He say the song "me and mustard[?] is on reply"
+Reply, this one for the DJ
+Who keep me bumping up in cali like EA
+If the cops get straight then we all in
+If the fox hit em all then the girls scream
+And they love me in Seattle, Washington, Las Vegas too
+And Alaska too. They bang Boosie Boo
+[Chorus:]
+
+They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast)
+They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast)
+They love me on the west coast
+Best Smoke (best smoke)
+On the west coast
+
+They love me on the west coast (bad ass nigga)
+They love me on the west coast
+Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast?
+(bad chicks) They love me on the west coast
+
+[verse 3:]
+Fuck with breezy, fuck with tyga
+Got the reefer, got the lighter
+Got the chicken and waffles and the sunset
+Got a bad cali bitch watching the sunset
+Hear my nigga J-Rock on the I6
+He like "swang by the hood so we can talk shit"
+Old schools comin through bumpin Boosie
+Frisco man they fucking with that Boosie
+Sacramento man the fucking with the kid
+Every city, every ghetto that i go to they know Boo
+I been looking for a tender on the west coast
+Boss bitch Kris Jenner on the west coast'
+Being toxic, toxic, loaded
+Tripping me and Deshawn Jackson talking sporty
+Cali girl on my side, and she the coldest
+And her and all her girls told me
+[Chorus:]
+They love me on the west coast
+They love me on the west coast (nigga what)
+Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast?
+(Compton nigga) they love me on the west coast
+
+[Outro:]
+
+Phoenix fucking with a nigga gosh dam,aw yeah
+Even salt lake city fucking with a nigga
+Badass niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lost for WordsShot on my birthday
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+Jit the Beast
+
+Lost for words
+Guess you’re lost for them with me
+20 / 2020, this ain’t tattoo-friendly (for real)
+
+Nothing can make me smile today
+Not even a bag of Fendi (nothing)
+Shots hit me, this ain’t even my city
+Back gunshots is my reply to [?] (bout my business)
+
+You ever felt it coming
+Call Ivy under the light before
+Like a lot of shit going on
+This world crazy, Phat
+Need to come see you, daddy
+
+Another day seen
+Came to show love with no hating
+If I wouldn’t have shown love to 3
+It would’ve been a fake thing
+And I’m a straight G
+But I’m
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Promise you blood and memories
+Promise you blood and memories
+
+Hey Mr. Hatch I guess you don’t wanna talk (yeah)
+I guess we’re understood
+I smiled inside, they know I’m solid
+Best feeling in the world (I swear to God)
+
+Tell Moms I’m good, don’t make this big
+Like this the end of the world
+Tell all my kids I’m good, fly out my girl
+Threw my phones and went in surgery
+
+In surgery
+Thinking bout niggas that I done dirty dirty
+In surgery, smirking
+Damn, this my first perc, thirty thirty
+
+We swerving, love them boys
+This ain’t no Instagram
+Boosie beef, it get insta-slammed
+Can’t support all you [?] off Instagram
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Promise you blood and memories
+Promise you blood and memories
+
+Nigga you seen way more harder shit than this
+That’s what I used to tell my niggas
+When they was on their hospital bed hit
+And we would get back quick
+
+So like them lil gangstas on that bed, bitch
+I’ma shake back quick
+Shot at eight times, six missed (thank you, God)
+One grazed, one hit (thank you, God)
+
+This rap game dangerous shit
+I’m the one who done said
+Two shootouts in 2020
+Still this ain’t nothing like ’07
+
+You never know who gonna go next
+Keep close all your lil steppers
+Lil Mo gone, beautiful heart
+Know that lil nigga in heaven
+Still I’m
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+Violence ain’t no new friend to me
+
+Lost for my own words
+Shot like my own work
+Promise you blood and memories
+Promise you blood and memories
+
+Lost for words like a motherfucker
+I’m alright though
+The only thing that matters
+I’m alright though
+
+Nigga
+Violence ain’t no new…
+Violence ain’t no new…EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Testify[Chorus]
+This is what's wrong
+No love at home
+This is what's wrong
+No jobs to work
+This is what's wrong
+Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt
+Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long
+I testify
+I testify
+I tell the truth I hold my hand
+I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand
+I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand
+I talk for 'em let me help you understand
+
+[Verse 1]
+You know how many people have been 'round this mother fucker
+People really scared 'round this mother fucker
+If you don't find a program for the Mac and the Sam
+They gonna grow up like Greg and his big brothers
+Nigga tired of making music and they making money
+Niggas spending money but they making none
+Now your right in front of stoves cooking nose run
+Mother fucker did I testify
+You made money stayed in crime
+Put they hands through the line
+And Marvin Gaye said what's going on
+Holies in Cali and Texas they high
+You looking dumb like what's going on
+I ain't hating on Trump I'm just saying
+No day for some travel on some plane
+We need get help us let
+The water they be drinking is dirty as the rain
+Black people man data left us in the rain
+Shot us in the back when they saw are fucking heat
+Got us on the back thought we couldn't shake back
+We're on three strikes fuck Bill Clinton
+We're in the hood tryna get gold well
+Call is too high most of the rich never went
+So why do we strive
+You can have insurance but they still won't pay the whole bills for you
+Wake up this life is too real for you
+[Chorus]
+This is what's wrong
+No love in home
+This is what's wrong
+No jobs to work
+This is what's wrong
+Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt
+Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long
+I testify
+I testify
+I tell the truth I hold my hand
+I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand
+I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand
+I talk for 'em let me help you understand
+
+[Verse 2]
+You know why the kids overweight right
+Cuz all you let 'em do is play on that damn iPod
+You don't let 'em run and play like they used to do back in the day
+So they never lose weight when they try hard
+Nigga tell 'em on the arm board
+Got caught go whip a kush
+You should see the pussy
+I testify
+Nigga said that he was hating so he ratted
+That ain't why he ratted, ratted cuz the nigga he won't need a pussy
+Race walls I don't wanna be a race car
+Stay the fuck might get hit with a raycha
+Cuz a bitch tell a lie for a dollar bill
+The same bitch who would die for a dollar bill
+That won't pay the teacher but It'll pay the judge
+Where the cure for diabetes won't you get it up
+You'll never get it up
+They don't wanna lose niggas so they thinking 'bout the money
+They don't give a fuck
+I'm just tired of seeing wrong got the wrong
+What I'm seeing with my eyes is a murder scene
+White boy killed 9 black people in a church
+He was hungry to get that bitch Burger King
+[Chorus]
+This is what's wrong
+No love in home
+This is what's wrong
+No jobs to work
+This is what's wrong
+Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt
+Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long
+I testify
+I testify
+I tell the truth I hold my hand
+I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand
+I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand
+I talk for 'em let me help you understand
+I testifyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Off the Flap[Intro]
+GMB
+ETCL, you better tell 'em, nigga
+I don't give a fuck, nigga
+Off the flap
+GMB
+
+[Chorus]
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Off the flap, this that gangsta shit (Yeah)
+Armed and I'm dangerous (Who?)
+Really 'bout stankin' shit
+Off the flap, we 'bout stankin' shit
+We do murders on highways (Ooh)
+Leave 'em in driveways (Ooh)
+Hang out that bitch sideways
+Split that boy five ways
+Fuck it, go on that 'Gram, then (Yeah)
+Get yo' ass slammed, then (Ooh)
+Fuck you, yo' mama, bitch
+And fuck all yo' damn friends
+It's up, ain't no turnin' back
+When I come, don't you turn a rat
+Everything checked out
+You better Google it, tore his hat
+It's levels to this shit, off the flap, get your money
+I ain't 'splaying a nigga bitch off the flap, I'ma fuck her
+Where the dice up in this bitch, fuck the rap (Check this out)
+You ain't my dawg, I ain't finna give you dap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+[Chorus]
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+
+[Verse 2]
+She hit the stage and she make that ass clap
+Off the flap, that a bad bitch there (Yeah)
+Step in the club, all the dopeboys stare (Woo)
+Know she bad, long hair, don't care (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Promise you it's bigger than this rap (Yeah)
+So think about everything that I promise 'fore you rap (Yeah)
+That rappin' ain't yappin', mane, we don't do that in the south
+And you don't know my bitch so keep my bitch up out your mouth (Pussy, ho)
+And I don't owe you shit off the flap, pussy nigga
+I don't owe you a deal 'cause you rap, pussy nigga
+I ain't shot no marbles with ya
+I ain't bust no forties with ya
+So I ain't comin' in the party with ya (Straight up)
+Off the fuckin' flap
+[Chorus]
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap)
+I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap)
+Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down)
+Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap)
+
+[Outro]
+Put my city on the map
+Everybody know it's bigger than this rap (They know, boss)
+Off the flap (Off the flap)
+Off the flapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lotta Respect[Intro: Boosie Badazz & Quavo]
+Boosie Badazz, Migo! UH!
+Got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Ask a nigga 'bout me
+Wooh, UH!
+Wooh, UH!
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo]
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot (nigga!)
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Migos and Boosie, we got the respect
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Boosie and Migos, we got the respect
+[Verse 1: Offset]
+Respect me like Aretha Franklin
+Respect the fact that I got Benjamin Franklins
+Living out the bando, trap out the vacant
+Doctor Offset, I got a lot of patients
+When I got out of jail I wasn’t a free agent
+You can hate that I’m rich, I appreciate it
+Thanking my mama, look what you created
+I’m in the PJ, headed to Jamaica
+Maison Margielas, safari, a gator
+You sweet like candy, rob you now or later
+Call Domingo, he annihilate you
+Don’t press my buttons, I will violate you
+Bald head Lamborghini, cancer patients
+Diamonds shining, you hallucinating
+Looking at hundreds, that’s my motivation
+Used to have chickens in the bando basement
+Ain’t talking bout money, ain’t no conversation
+Grab the Pyrex and we whipping Caucasian
+Tray One got the seals like we in the Navy
+They respect me, they know I can still ship a baby
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo]
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot (nigga!)
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Migos and Boosie, we got the respect
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Boosie and Migos, we got the respect
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Got a whole lotta, got a whole chopper
+Coroner, can’t call the doctor
+Ride all night, we gone solve the problem
+I, I, I got respect, fuck busting them checks, mister finesse
+Know I’m grinding in my neighborhood
+Ain’t nothing but a real ass nigga
+Street nigga from the neighborhood
+Have respect, on the set selling yayo
+Bust a nigga’s face up with the four four
+[?] like soldiers do, newspaper say we standing over you
+We just do what we 'posed to do
+Use it every time we pull it
+Big chains on, I’m a gold mouth bullet
+30 in the clip, man the whole bar feel it
+In the dirt, my respect gon' put ya
+Last nigga tried but he couldn’t
+Dog every ho who give me pussy
+Outlaw, I don’t know another way to put it
+Got respect nigga!
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo]
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot (nigga!)
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Migos and Boosie, we got the respect
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Boosie and Migos, we got the respect
+[Verse 3: Quavo]
+Pull up with choppers just for respect (respect)
+I pull up in your hood 'cause I got respect (hood)
+AK-47 kill tech (raow)
+Don’t nobody s’posed to know bout that (nobody)
+Plug dropping off the anthrax (thrax)
+My young niggas trap out of fanny packs (fanny pack)
+You got to respect that I took your ho (woo!)
+Took her to the top floor then I hit from the back (uh!)
+Migos and Boosie pull up, Rari's back to back (skrt)
+Damn, they having a heart attack (damn)
+Young rich nigga, yeah we count millions (M&M's)
+Passin' hundred dollars to the children (here)
+You got to respect how we living (respect it)
+Got the choppers out nigga, no feelings (rah)
+'Til a nigga might get out of business (business)
+Then a young nigga handling business (handle business)
+Baow, kraow, no witness (no)
+I’m in the lab, Quavo the chemist (wooh, whip!)
+On the Nawf I was Quavo the menace (uh)
+Came from pennies, now I’m having them riches (riches)
+You feel me?
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo]
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot (nigga!)
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Migos and Boosie, we got the respect
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Boosie and Migos, we got the respect
+
+[Verse 4: Takeoff]
+Takeoff
+They respect a young nigga 'cause I can paint a perfect picture, no Mona Lisa (I can)
+Go cross the country, don’t need a Visa
+I’m smoking on OG, you smoking sativa (gas)
+So many diamonds on my neck a nigga caught the measles
+The critics writin' say that Migos bigger than the Beatles
+Take a trip to put the work [?] in Costa Rica
+Snow bunnies in the lab, been geeking, I got jungle fever
+I take the pot, no Billie Jean, but I got to beat it
+Rap shit, Floyd Money Mayweather, we undefeated
+Chopper [?], scary nigga, jeepers creepers
+In the kitchen whipping the chicken, I’m selling chicken tenders
+Burglar bar doors trapping out the windows
+30 round extension hanging from my pistol
+Once that hollow hit you it’ll rip your tissue
+You an internet gangster, sending shots subliminal
+I’m in the bando with the criminals
+So many narcotics, nigga need tentacles
+Wake up in the morning, say my blessing
+Put my Migos chain on, my diamonds screaming Peekaboo
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo]
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot (nigga!)
+Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Migos and Boosie, we got the respect
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
+Got a whole lot
+Got the respect, got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+We got the respect, we got the respect
+Boosie and Migos, we got the respect2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lucifer[Intro]
+You are listening to a Dominic Green production
+Hahahahahaha
+
+[Verse 1]
+How you doin'? It’s the Boosie (What up, man?)
+I been here for a long time (Who you is?)
+I was here when you was born
+And I'll be here when you die
+I got some crack if you wan' sell it
+You’ll be my friend in due time
+Me and your daddy used to run it
+All them years 'fore he died (How you know my daddy?)
+I'm from the other side
+I'm the one made you get money when your mother cried
+Well did my family get me off 400? yeah, fuckin' right
+What you doin'? Let's hit the club tonight
+I got some white girls wanna fuck
+But I don't fuck with white girls
+Boosie, why?
+’Cause they set ya up
+Ya need to call your cousin Trell
+Tell him get back on the road
+You know everybody love that nigga
+That boy, he could have all the hoes
+Nah, he done gave his life to God, bruh
+Hol’ up, what you talkin' God for?
+I’m just sayin', he with the man now
+Well, I don't believe in God, thug
+Oh, you Muslim?
+No, I'm real
+Heard ’bout your beef in yo' city
+Don't even worry, got some lil' niggas
+Who gon' handle that business
+The people miss ya, I ain't lyin'
+You need to move back to your city
+Know you still got some niggas need to be whacked in yo' city
+Who you is?
+[Chorus]
+He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot
+One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, he knew a lot
+He knew my daddy, knew my cousins
+Knew my niggas off the block
+I guess I sit right there and listen
+'Cause he promised me a lot
+Mr. Lucifer
+
+[Verse 2]
+How you doin', son?
+I'm chillin'
+Well, I'm makin' rounds
+I just went and bought you a gun
+I'm on parole
+You good, it's clean
+You need to rearrange your team, listen close to me
+What you sayin'?
+Stop fuckin' with all them niggas, dawg, and go through me
+I don't even know you like that, though
+Well, I know you like my backhand
+Know you would shoot a nigga in the face behind your back end
+Well, who you fuck with?
+I got no friends, and you shouldn't have 'em neither
+Wish you could ask Lil Nick 'bout me
+I'm the one give him them heaters
+How you know Nick?
+That was my dawg, I used to hustle with his pops
+Told ya boss man I'm from the other side (Hahahahahaha)
+[Chorus]
+He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot
+One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, ooh, he knew a lot
+He knew my daddy, knew my cousins
+Knew my niggas off the block
+I guess I sit right there and listen
+'Cause he promised me a lot
+He on the line, Mr. Lucifer
+
+[Verse 3]
+You need to change your show up, start jumpin' in the stings
+What?
+With all your jewelry on
+Man, you trippin'
+Nigga better not fuck with 'em
+You need to beef with all these rappers who ain't talkin' real
+But I fuck with all the rappers
+But keep it real, I know how you feel, shit
+Fuck them rappers
+Wanna roll? Shit, I got them pills
+What them here?
+These them triple stack
+Shit, oh yeah? Give me a half of that
+Shit, them bitches roll, but look here, dawg
+This what I'm talkin' 'bout
+I know a nigga right now with half a million at his mama house
+How you know? You been in his mama house?
+Yeah, I used to fuck his mama
+I really watched this lil nigga stack every dollar
+[Chorus]
+He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot
+One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, ooh, he knew a lot
+He knew my daddy, knew my cousins
+Knew my niggas off the block
+I guess I sit right there and listen
+'Cause he promised me a lot
+He on the line, Mr. Lucifer
+
+[Outro]
+Take from the weak, kill everybody
+Snatch the hearts out of men who don't wanna be men
+Remember, there's no God
+You are the reason you have everything you have
+There's no God
+Daddy, Daddy, wake up, who is Lucifer?
+Ahh, shit, I'm alright Torrence
+Why do you keep on sayin' Lucifer?
+I'm good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Wars[Intro]
+Say thug
+Them niggas at war across town
+Sad part about it, them niggas used to be on the same corner, same block
+Now they’re beefing
+Boosie Badazz
+Street wars turn violent
+Real talk
+
+[Verse 1]
+These niggas used to run together, thug and stunt together
+This when they was juveniles smoking weed, sipping jungle juice
+One blew, one hustled, never grew, so he building cases
+Throwing slangs in his words, this nigga really hate him
+Never thinking ‘bout this nigga money on his mind
+If his homie don’t see this coming, then homie blind
+They kicked the door, hit for the works, somebody knew the spot
+Cameras got ‘em, it was them niggas off your own block
+But guess who sent them though? It was his nigga, yo
+He like “not my nigga though, he dangerous, got to kill him though”
+So K’s bust in ‘cause both sides will grave something
+Keep it with me, you ain’t saying nothing
+
+[Hook]
+Street wars turn violent
+Old friends shooting old friends
+Wild gun firing
+Damn, got to keep it everywhere I go
+Street wars turn violent
+Damn dog, why you want to kill me?
+Now I see it’s gun firing
+Chopper, chopper, chopper
+Put that on my mama
+Street wars turn violent
+[Verse 2]
+Verse 2 for all my niggas in the dirt too
+Murked a lot of niggas, but in the end, he got murked too
+We Chi-Town living up in my city, strictly give you the business
+E-, e-, e-, everybody got extensions
+On the powerline, the tenants, everybody thugging
+Nigga just had a shootout and them niggas second cousins (damn)
+What the fuck going on?
+Nigga shooting at each other ‘bout a song, better have your pistol
+Fuck around with Boosie Boo, better have your hitters
+I don’t have no feelings, turn to Mad Max, nigga
+Them niggas killing for their boy who was a rat
+But that boy took care of niggas, they’re coming back
+
+[Hook]
+Street wars turn violent
+Old friends shooting old friends
+Wild gun firing
+Damn, got to keep it everywhere I go
+Street wars turn violent
+Damn dog, why you want to kill me?
+Now I see it’s gun firing
+Chopper, chopper, chopper
+Put that on my mama
+Street wars turn violent
+[Verse 3]
+They’ve done killed Big Nut, what the fuck?
+Got the whole ATL fucked up, rest in peace, blood
+It’ll never end for Soulja Slim, rest in peace, thug
+Niggas changing by the hour, this is me, thug
+They killed this nigga’s son, now they’re busting guns
+Fighting in the club, ain’t no 1-on-1
+They just killed this little hustler
+But the hustler had some first cousins and a big brother, and they’re all slanging
+Even a scary nigga’s killing, they’re all dangerous
+Big dog just made the call, now they’re all stinking
+Niggas murking each other right on the set
+One nigga jealous of the next
+
+[Hook]
+Street wars turn violent
+Old friends shooting old friends
+Wild gun firing
+Got to keep it everywhere I go
+Street wars turn violent
+Damn dog, why you want to kill me?
+Now I see it’s gun firing
+Chopper, chopper, chopper
+Put that on my mama
+Street wars turn violentEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Miss U[Intro:]
+Now Imma Do This One For The Mommas Who Lost Dey Babies, For The Niggas Who Lost Dey,... And The Lil Boys And Girls Who Lost Dey Daddys
+
+[Verse 1:]
+See These Devils Dey Do You Wrong(Dirty Mutafuckas)Niggas Died To Get Money Long(Dirty Mutafuckas)Everybody Gotta Hustle And They Hustle And They Strong Here Today Next Day You Gone In Ths Hood I Roam.Carla Hit Me On The Phone Like Becky Gone Camrae Just Died And Tefa Gone(Dedeauxs)For Every Momma Lost A Child They Gone Play This Song Missing Her Baby More And More Everyday He Gone
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Sincerly To Miss Linda From My Heart And Soul Twin You Still Gotta Brother Mutafucka You My Thug Til The Day I Go.Wish I Can Spin A Block Wit Ivy And Joc,Wish I Can Count Cake Wit Ace,Wish I Smoke Dope With Roe Mane Make You Feel Like God Tryna Tell You Something So Much Death In This World Niggas Ain't Scared Of. Remeber The Police They Killed My Nigga Nail Shawn On The Front Road Pulling Out A 8.(Damn)
+
+[Chrous:]
+Sometimes I Wanna Break Down And Cry Cuz You Don't Know How Bad I Miss You Neva Gone Foget The Time That We Shine
+[x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My lifeThug in my Life
+[Talking]
+Attention ladies I'm tired of playin
+Why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man
+Wonder if my girl like that thank about it
+That's what got me packin and I'm out it
+Lets go
+
+[Verse one]
+She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday
+But I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say
+But its time to go
+So now I'm searchin at the club
+Hopein I can find somebody just like me a straight thug
+With a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner
+Who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her
+That's what I'm lookin for
+A girl who far from a rookie bra
+But she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her
+So thru the door came this click of lil cuties
+And I was hopein one of them would like to get with lil boosie
+So I picked the rawest one out the click
+Grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
+
+[Chorus: repeat]
+I need a thug in my life
+And you ain't gotta be my wife
+Just hold me down when its tight
+And we gone ride on first class
+And you ain't gotta be afraid
+Anything you want you ask
+[Verse two]
+Now on the first day she told me
+That we could only be friends
+Say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends
+Ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow
+Told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer
+Told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied
+Broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside
+That's when we went on a ride to New Orleans
+I made her smile the whole time
+I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be
+And asked her can have her heart she said could be
+I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry
+Told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life
+I told all I want from her is her heart
+Don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start
+She ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me
+And whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep
+
+[Chorus: repeat]
+
+[Verse three]
+As time went on we got on (we got on)
+Now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas
+Smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad
+I told them get they shit together now they see all leather
+On my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever
+And she was taught by Torrance Hatchett so she was taught by the devil
+Wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her
+And she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner
+Breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time
+And when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine
+I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug
+Who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub
+And money don't change her
+She stay the same thru thick and thin
+Kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen
+That's why she drive my benz she more than a friend
+She the one who took the charge when the door got kicked in
+Ya heard meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bonnie and Clyde[Intro]
+Badazz 3.5
+This that motherfucking Bonnie and Clyde, nigga
+2018, on my name, nigga
+Clyde, Bonnie Clyde, Clyde
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+This bitch was bad (This bitch was bad)
+Really mean (This bitch a G)
+Count that money like a nigga in the street
+Watch my back when I'm sleep (She got my back)
+This shit is deep (This shit is deep)
+This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil’ Bleek
+
+[Chorus]
+Man, she say her name was Bonnie
+They call her Bonnie, Bonnie
+I told her, bae, I'm Clyde
+They call me Clyde, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+She was loyal like Lil' Bleek
+She can G for G with me (Yeah)
+Go and get that money with me
+And she a freak up in the sheets (Yeah)
+Wake you up, get her nut
+Wake that dick up out of sleep (Uh-huh)
+She wake it up, we ’bout to fuck
+Put that bitch right back to sleep (Uh, uh)
+That's my down bitch
+Gutter, cute, and classy all around bitch
+Fuck these pussy niggas in this world, I got a down bitch
+We say fuck these niggas, he been rockin' with his bitch (Straight up)
+She gon' bring him all his money (Guess what?), and sell all this shit
+We called her...
+[Chorus]
+Bonnie
+They call her Bonnie, Bonnie
+I told her, bae, I'm Clyde
+They call me Clyde
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+This bitch was bad, super bad
+Really mean, bitch a G
+Count that money like a nigga in the street
+Watch my back when I'm asleep (She got my back)
+This shit is deep (This shit is deep)
+This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil' Bleek
+
+[Verse 2]
+Took that charge when they stop
+Took that lick, that's how that go (That’s how that go)
+She say, "That’s mine," they say, "You sure?" She say, "Let's go"
+She hit the club and let ’em know (That's my nigga)
+She let 'em know (Ah shit)
+She say that's my dick, you better stay in line, ho
+
+[Chorus]
+Man, she say her name was Bonnie
+They call her Bonnie, Bonnie
+I told her, bae, I’m Clyde
+They call me Clyde
+[Post-Chorus]
+This bitch was bad, super bad
+Really mean, bitch a G
+Count that money like a nigga in the street
+Watch my back when I'm asleep (She got my back)
+This shit is deep (This shit is deep)
+This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil' Bleek
+
+[Chorus]
+What's your name, girl?
+Bonnie
+What's your name, baby?
+Bonnie
+Show that ho your name is
+Clyde, Clyde
+
+[Outro]
+And I'm Clyde
+Gangster with it
+2018 Bonnie and ClydeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hurricane[Chorus]
+Been through it all
+I'm talkin' storm, and rain
+So many people put dirt on my name
+I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
+A lot of cowards use my name in vain
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+
+[BOOSIE - VERSE 1]
+Peter Piper, Peter Piper pepper
+They call me names
+Ya'll some fuckin' devils
+I seek revenge, stackin' plenty cheddar
+These cowards try to bring me down to get on my level
+Now check tha weather
+It's a bad ass hurricane
+They worried mane
+These winds, they come and flourish mane
+Bow!
+Do ya dirty mane
+Come and tear tha whole city up
+Andrew, Katrina
+Might call for ya people
+But they ain't come save ya like FEMA
+You let ya words overload ya ass
+You made a nigga mad
+You thought prison would kill me
+Just made another bag
+Cold cash on yo hoe ass
+Jewelhouse, my own swag
+Top spot, I want that
+16, I own that nigga
+[Chorus]
+Been it through it all
+I'm talkin' storm, and rain
+So many people put dirt on my name
+I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
+A lot of cowards use my name in vain
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+
+[HURRICANE CHRIS - VERSE 2]
+Ready, set, go
+AK in tha car
+I roll up, and smoke a nigga
+No cigar
+Carbon 15 tucked down in my jeans
+Tha first nigga sneeze
+I'm makin' him bleed
+Tha King of BR
+Tha Ratchet Ambassador
+Tha choppa go blaka
+Now you need a catheter
+First shoot tha driver
+Then kill all tha passengers
+I took a loss
+Bought some bricks, then I wrap 'em up
+No carbon dueces
+When killers come after ya
+Disrespectful lil' bitch
+Next time he call sayin' Hurricane name
+Mane tell that nigga suck a dick
+Sick of givin' pussies tha benefit of tha doubt
+Need to go back to battin' 'em in tha mouth
+Back to back in them Porches
+No backin' down
+Graduated killers
+Fuck the cap and gown
+Don't be scared cuz a nigga back in town
+You was runnin' round like you ran shit
+Wit' a loud mouth
+And a lack of respect
+Nigga you gon' get yo ass kicked
+Be a man
+Tell me to my face
+And give ya voice a lil' bass
+Cuz I could really bring pressure
+I just hope you can carry the weight
+Let's go!
+[Chorus]
+Been it through it all
+I'm talkin' storm, and rain
+So many people put dirt on my name
+I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame
+A lot of cowards use my name in vain
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this Hurricane
+This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane
+I hope they ready for this HurricaneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bottom[Intro]
+On the bottom
+On the bottom
+Michail on the beat
+
+[Verse 1]
+One at the foot, two at the head, my nigga
+One ain't shut up, one peed the bed, my nigga (Shut the fuck up)
+Burglaries, that's what fed my niggas (Yeah)
+Bottom of the fuckin' map, that's what bred my niggas
+I'm talkin' peanut butter, jelly
+Go and fuck a bitch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly)
+And score a pack
+Quick to lend a real friend 'cause I know he gon' pay it back
+If I slip, I know he gon' kill a rat (Bang)
+Hard for us to stack
+'Cause a nigga need hoes and clothes (Yeah)
+Playin' bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose
+Now lil' Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls
+Top dawg, county boy, he gon' blow
+I want the whole world to know
+
+[Chorus]
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?)
+From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?)
+From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
+From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
+'Til the final thang, mayne
+[Verse 2]
+Couple hits, now I'm hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin' out
+Goin' seventy (Go all out, go all out)
+No more bricks, bitch, I rap and I'm on
+All my niggas comin' home (Free my cousin' crossin' on)
+Niggas told me, "Get your money, motherfuck" (In that five)
+Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherfucker (Yeah, get that bag)
+I was really raised the hard way (Hard way)
+If I ain't had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway)
+I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord)
+I thought 'bout runnin' from parole and throwin' it all away (Oh Lord)
+Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy)
+Who ever thought I'd have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real)
+
+[Chorus]
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?)
+From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?)
+From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
+From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
+'Til the final thang, mayne
+
+[Outro]
+No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
+It ain't where you from, it's where you goin'
+Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, nigga
+When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin'
+Then I got on the radio
+Now they wanna do the rodeo
+They say, his hood-ass always talkin' 'bout head
+'Cause in the hood, it ain't about the pussy
+But that you get the bitch head
+It's that bottomEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Park It Lik Bih[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+You in the presence of some motherfuckin’ genius
+(Motherfuckin’ genius)
+Watch all it, bitch
+(Watch all it, bitch)
+Watch out, ho
+(Watch out, ho)
+I’m a show ya how to do it
+(I’m a show ya how to do it)
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+We make these other niggas park it
+Park it
+Oooh wheee
+I come around the corner sparkling
+Sparkling
+Hahahaha
+Saucy
+Saucy
+Straight up
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Man, you niggas ain’t
+Shinin’ right
+Y’all just talkin’
+Y’all just talkin’
+Your grill ain’t doin’ the Japanese, my friend
+You ain’t Sanchie
+(Nah, nigga)
+You talk and hit us, my nigga
+But we’re your donkey
+In other countries
+We then put them fuckin’ diamonds there
+On monkeys
+Haha
+Well what you talkin’ ‘bout
+You know I come from Johnny
+On Facetime with Sky
+The other line
+I got Mezzani
+Oooh
+I’m real and
+I’m never gonna change
+(And I’m never gonna change)
+I’m real and
+I’m stayin’ the same
+(Fuck this)
+Look at the bezel and chain
+I deserve every chain (real nigga)
+Big gold chain with the big block
+(The big block)
+Run up in the club
+With the stick high
+(Stick high)
+Get in my way at the tip top
+Got a real chop like Sauce Walk
+I look good wherever I go
+(Whereever I go)
+My [?] is up in the store
+It’s seven thousand a show
+That’s why I’m fuckin’ your ho
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+I make these other niggas park it
+Park it
+Park it lik bih [repeated]
+I come around the corner sparkling
+Ooooh, that bitch look good
+Make me feel good
+Park it lik bih [repeated]
+I make ‘em park it
+Park it
+Park it lik bih [repeated]
+Yeah
+Whoo
+This bitch look good
+Make me feel good
+
+[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
+I remember it was all a dream
+A dream
+Got me pickin’ wings
+All we could afford is choppers
+But we wanted bigger things
+Down in South Park
+Or Martin Luther King
+Where the youngers sling dope
+By the swings
+They tryn’a be kings
+The only way to do it is the queen
+I’m so proud to be successful
+‘Cause my momma was a fiend
+(My momma)
+Whoever thought that I’d be pimpin’ hoes
+And sellin’ music?
+(Whoever)
+I grew up around bandanas and AK’s shootin’
+Still remember the first day
+The twins met LaBoucie
+(Boucie)
+I had a [?] that my bitch bought from James Bond movie
+(I’m a [?])
+Feelin’ debonair
+Spinnin’ flavor everywhere
+Before a nigga take my chain
+I’ll see the electric chair
+Bought my ice from King Johnny
+Trophies of my dedication
+Now they gotta watch these texters
+Dialers all across the nation
+I’m the reason why your wife
+Parked outside my house
+(I am)
+I’m the reason you missin’
+A couple a thousand outside your account
+‘Cause she paid the kid
+[?] the bitch
+You was beside her
+But I really made the bitch
+See I was a favorite
+You cannot change the shit
+You cannot change a thing
+Hopin’ you change a name
+Hope is a really good game
+Look at me change
+Takin’ me outta your brain
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+To park it
+I’ll roll the back wood and spark it
+(I make these other niggas park it)
+Spark it
+Park it (park it)
+Park it lik bih (park it)
+I come around the corner sparkling
+Oooh, this bitch look good
+Make them feel good
+Park it lik bih (park it)
+I make them park it
+Park it
+Park it lik bih (park it)
+Whoo
+This bitch look good
+Hahaha
+Make me feel good
+Make me, make me rap good
+Makin’ them rock it there, motherfucker
+Park it
+
+[Outro: Sauce Walka]
+Look at the diamonds on me twin
+Goddamn, look at them motherfuckers
+The sun on your chest
+You can’t motherfucker, Johnny
+Park it lik bih, nigga
+Hey, man, I got nuthin’
+[?] big chains
+I got the cans, man
+Hey, maybe, these diamonds on me
+Came all out
+Pussy nigga
+I’m a wussy, yeah, yeah
+Far from a rookie
+Hey, man, it’s cool
+I used to play hookie, man
+‘Cause I was never in class
+I was chasin’ the cans
+I never heard about a slow day
+It better be the whole day
+‘Cause you did what I’m sayin’?
+You better be the ho
+Yeah, yeah
+Park it
+You understand me?
+Get out the motherfuckin’ heels
+And get on these wheels
+Ya understand me?
+And park it
+And park it
+Yeah
+That motherfucker look good, too
+I got fur on me, ho
+That motherfucker taste good, too
+Park it, bitch
+Yeah, man
+Cody in my cup, bitch
+Park it
+You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no money, bitch
+Park it, bitch
+I’m gonna tell you like this, ho
+When you suck this dick after you pay for it
+I’m a not [?], bitch
+Yeah, this a rich nigga
+Dig, ho
+Park it, bitch
+Yeah
+You know what I’m talkin’ about
+We ride on the motherfuckin’ highway, though
+RightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Menace II Society[Intro]
+Say thug
+You wilding too hard out there to be 17
+Fuck it , mama dead
+Ma daddy dead
+I really just don’t give a fuck
+Ima bus my guns to get it
+GMB, GMB (GMB , GMB)
+
+[Hook]
+I’m not the menace to society
+Take a look at the society
+(Take a look at the society)
+Another one born again
+Another menace to society
+(Another menace to society)
+(forgive em God)
+Damn look at the society
+(look where they at God, Protect em God)
+Another menace to society
+
+[Verse 1]
+He never knew his dad ‘cause his dad was a shooter
+Before he got out pampers
+Lost his daddy to some shooters
+Where he grew up
+Shit it wasn’t far from hell
+Just playing round the house
+Residue under his nails
+Uncle never taught him nothing
+Shit but how to put the clip in
+Any questions bout to fire
+I’m about to let the ripped in
+Grew up seeing murder
+Eight years old he was too gone
+Momma selling pussy on the same corner school on
+Lights went out he got cold
+And he ain’t [?]
+So he went by his auntie
+And stole his cousin’s Mac 11
+He blasted a dude
+He even took the dude’s cell
+Nice murder game official
+And this nigga only 12
+[Hook]
+I’m not the menace to society
+Take a look at the society
+(Take a look at the society)
+Another one born again
+Another menace to society
+(Another menace to society)
+(forgive em God)
+Damn look at the society
+(look where they at God, Protect em God)
+Another menace to society
+
+[Verse 2]
+I send this out to Ty rest in peace my lil G
+Juvenile life when he was only 13
+Say he killed a garbage man and a couple more
+Papers red eyes momma and his daddy sell dope
+So imagine what he see in all the years before this started
+Plus his big brother on the body Lil Tavari
+Game time like he was 40
+18 years was his sentence
+But prison made him worse
+Cause in the can he was a menace
+Thinking niggas tennis
+Thugging shanking niggas up
+Standing up to the biggest mother fucker in the cut
+Let him out when he was 31  now he finally back
+Got his name tatted on
+It’s [?] killer black
+Came home getting a sack
+You in his way you getting whacked
+High speed chase police killed killer black
+[Hook]
+I’m not the menace to society
+Take a look at the society
+(Take a look at the society)
+Another one born again
+Another menace to society
+(Another menace to society)
+(forgive em God)
+Damn look at the society
+(look where they at God, Protect em God)
+Another menace to societyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+30 DeepWe be 30 deep, (we always deep)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys, shit, we certified, nigguh)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Yes, nigguh)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Ya)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep
+
+We got them bands and we show 'em off
+We 30 deep on Boosie Juice
+Hit the bottle, watch what this Boosie do to you (hit the bottle)
+My nigguhs stomp and jump and makin' money, (we bosses)
+6 of us lay in your yard, though, we vultures
+We turn up when we hit the club, I'm Boosie, I'm Boosie, the plug
+We take all the bitches, we fuck all the bitches
+We turn up at the club
+
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+
+30 in the Jeep, we be 30 deep, (turn up)
+Most of us sippin' on the mud, yeah, lean
+Most of us watchin' a whole club, yeah, beans
+That my cousin, that my cousin. that my brother, (that's my lil brother)
+That's my down-from-day-one dawg, he a hustler
+He gettin' a bag, yeah, he set it off, yeah
+Tatted up with gold teeth in this bitch, 30 deep in this bitch
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep
+
+
+
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard)
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep
+We be 30 deep, we be 30 deepEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Marijuana[Intro]
+I thank God for marijuana (Thank God for marijuana)
+Keeps me out of trouble (Yes, It keeps me out of trouble)
+Never make me wanna (Wanna) live under
+I thank God for marijuana (Thank God for marijuana)
+I light one for my father (Father) I miss you (I miss you)
+Used to love the marijuana (Used to love the marijuana)
+It's like when I smoke it, I go harder
+I thank God for marijuana (I thank God)
+
+[Verse 1]
+It made smiles on a mad crew, Mary Jane
+When them hoes ain't wanna talk, I had you for the pain
+You prolly was the last to smoke up out the group
+But you went through some shit, couldn't hold your crew
+Now you smoking marijuana (Aw shit)
+You and homie going ham on that ganja (Aw shit)
+Help me, y'all, fucked me up, I'm stuck
+BG stuck on the couch (Look at him), my nigga loaded
+(He look so loaded) He couldn't control it (Control it)
+
+[Chorus]
+Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana)
+Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana)
+Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana)
+At home, her and them five kids
+And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
+Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna)
+Be my peace and my pain (Roll another)
+For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane
+Light one for my little brother (Straight up)
+[Verse 2]
+Bitch got on my nerves
+She done made me mad (Made me mad)
+I need that weed
+She just got home from work and they on her ass (They on her ass)
+She need that weed
+This old lady say her eyes hurt (Eyes hurt)
+She need that weed
+She got glaucoma, she just sit at home
+And she just smoke on marijuana
+Smoke and drank and watch her stories
+The Bold and the Beautiful
+Look at you stoned in your Buick
+I was in my pen when that bitch killed Trayvon
+I went in my cell and I rolled one up (Fuck)
+
+[Chorus]
+Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana)
+Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana)
+Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana)
+At home, her and them five kids
+And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
+Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna)
+Be my peace and my pain (Roll another)
+For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane
+Light one for my little brother (Straight up)
+[Outro]
+Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana)
+Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana)
+Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana)
+At home, her and them five kids
+And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
+Haha, where the Backwoods at?
+Nigga, roll up, nigga, roll upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bend OverLil Boosie bad azz, trill entertainment, yung savage
+From the streetz to da beatz baby
+Bend over lemme see whutchu workin wid fa real look
+Ay tell'em we need 10, 000 ones in the corner
+If you ain't doin it big you ain't doin it right
+
+[Chorus: Trey Songz]
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby
+Make it go boom boom boom boom (Lil Boosie bad azz) boom boom
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Bend over let me see what momma gave ya
+Make Lil Boosie smile shake dat salt shaka
+Pretty face pretty feet I like dat hair do
+I dare you to bend over come a lil closer
+
+Fill ya ankles up with money make you feel special
+From the bed to the dresser let me undress you
+Do the spider man do the superman
+Wontchu to show me things where the whip cream
+Fine red she ain't scared she gon hit me with the head
+I might break her off some bread cause she sittin in it
+Bend over touch ya toes make it clap for me
+I make it zoom zoom she make it boom boom
+
+[Chorus:]
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Phat]
+My baby (my baby) ion know whutchu did to me
+Doin to me butchu on my mind like crazy
+I'm tired of fuckin gimmie some lovin settle down with
+Fellas you gon be the one that I can't settle down with
+
+It's kinda crazy I'm in luv widda stripper
+She like my thigh cause she pullin on my zipper
+I need help I need help
+She puttin dat azz on me it's too much I need help
+
+It's lookin like a apple I might have to bite yours
+Independent you the one girl I really like you
+She'on like the lights on I drill her with my ice on
+My bedroom boom all night all night long
+[Chorus:]
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+You see my chain use those muscles
+Girl I see yo thang it's lookin good to me
+Girl you gotta lotta body I gotta lotta money
+I'm a whole lotta man you a whole lotta woman
+
+And I gotta ol' woman I'm finna get in trouble
+Hopin you'on tell a soul I kno I ain't sayin nuttin
+Boom boom like that I gotta two seater
+We can zoom like that presidential suite
+
+Let's getta room like that I'm lovin' those tats
+Put a hump in yo back wanna stack gotta clap
+Hard all of ya'll hataz be smart
+And all dem bad bitches keep goin got it snowin look
+
+[Chorus:]
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom
+Bend over let me see it girl
+Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby
+Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boomEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Show da world (feat. kiara)I just wanna show the world
+That i really do this shit
+And I really make quality street music (Know what I'm talkin bout)
+And It ain't no mistake that I'm this good
+I just done seen singing a lot, know what I'm talkin bout
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel this Lil' hustla
+We gon' show the world
+The Definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel this Lil' nigga
+I got my own voice (blessed)
+Sing my own hooks (blessed)
+Fresh fade nice smile I got my own look (fresh)
+I just like to make people happy (for real)
+4 kids I just like being a good dad
+But I'm a gangsta and I rock shows (you ain't see my shows)
+A people person so you know Lil' Boosie got hoes
+Damn hoes that's a figure speech
+Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me
+This for my fans I love y'all
+Straight up y'all a part of me so when they hate
+They hate us
+Money keep a nigga going, do better things
+Man I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain
+But I'm fly like Weezy
+Plus the hood niggas man they believe me like jeezy
+And I just like to have a good time
+Hit the yo smoke one and put my life in my rhymes
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel this lil' hustla (Boosie badass)
+We gon' show the world
+The Definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel this lil' nigga (Boosie badass)
+Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit
+So I can't sugar coat shit, not a lil' bit
+Inside I'm sad about my dad
+Since I lost my grams ain't been giving a damn
+But I still hold my head high
+And sometimes I cry
+But when I cry man I don't know why
+I feel trapped to be a superstar
+100 thousand worth of jewelry to end it
+And I spend it, no problems
+You don't like badass then that's your problem
+M.O.B wouldn't give a damn if they hoes holla
+Love cars love broads with a passion
+Ain't never have shit so I'm flashy
+I work hard go and get it on the road
+Seven month run 750 out for shows get it?
+I'm hood rich still smokin' that good shit
+Still got the same hood clique straight up
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel this Lil' hustla (Boosie badass)
+We gon' show the world
+The Definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel this Lil' nigga (Boosie badass)
+I told my teacher to her eyes I'mma make it there
+She ain't even look surprise gave me another F
+Or a fuckin' D heaven you gotta see
+Fuck the world lately, be whatever ever you wanna be
+Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence
+Whenever you step out line it's consequence
+We all overseas, we puffin' weed
+We'll make you niggas bleed yes and fuckin' deed
+Seven forty seven yellin' seven forty seven
+On da real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
+The world tryin' pull us down we ain't fuckin' let it
+I woulda did some of it different but I don't regret it
+That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter
+That's ? shit crazy shoutout to the hot spittas
+Rest in peace ma, I'mma be on TV
+Young savage Sweet Jones Trill Family
+We gon' show the world
+The definition of real shit, my brother
+You gotta feel this Lil' hustla
+We gon' show the world
+The Definition of real shit, my nigga
+You gotta feel this Lil' niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trouble ManI come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
+I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
+I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
+I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line
+I come up hard baby, but that's okay
+'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
+I come up hard baby, I've been for real
+Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town
+I come up hard baby, I'm gettin' down
+There's only three things that for sure
+Taxes, death and trouble
+
+This I know, baby
+This I know, sugar
+Girl, I ain't gon' let it sweat me, baby
+Got me singin'
+Yeah , yeah, whoa
+I come up hard
+I've had to fight
+Take care of my business
+With all my might
+I come up hard, I had to win
+Then start all over, and win again
+I come up hard, but that's okay
+'Cause trouble man
+Don't get in my way
+I know some places and I've seen some faces
+I've got good connections they dig in my directions
+What people say that's okay
+They don't bother me
+Ready to make it, don't fool with no women
+Don't care 'bout no trouble got myself together
+I feel a kind of protection is all around me
+This I know baby
+Girl, I ain't gonna let it sweat me, baby
+I come up hard, but now I'm cool
+I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
+I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
+I'm checkin' trouble sugar
+Movin' down the lineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+This World Fucked Up[Intro]
+What a world, huh?
+Haha
+Crazy
+Crazy, crazy
+This world is so fucked up
+Fucked up
+Oh my God
+My world
+This world
+Huh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Donald Trump is my president
+Al Queda is my resident
+We on the corner where we all need a plug (Straight up)
+But they tryna take the Mexican (Can't let 'em take the Mexican)
+Every day they smokin' weed on the bus stop (Ayy)
+Every day another dead in the drop top
+So what should I tell the kid in the struggle? (Struggle)
+Protect your little brother, get a cutter
+If she love ya, then she love ya
+If she playin', then ya leave (Then ya leave)
+Too many of my mans in the squeeze (Locked)
+Judge gave 'em life like a klan man
+Too many mamas cryin' on they knees
+Like, "Please", lower a nigga taxes (Tax)
+They don't wanna pay the teachers
+They don't wanna teach the classes
+Why we all po'? Shit, that's what Boosie askin'
+Don't throw away the money
+Think about it 'fore you trash it ('Fore you trash it)
+[Chorus]
+Many men
+They wish death upon myself
+They told on me, I did them nothing
+I never figured how that go
+They were so phony, watch your homie
+Trust nobody, watch your ho
+Even family turn on family
+It's a cold world and that's how it go
+
+[Verse 2]
+All the girls want the wrong dude (Wrong dude)
+Everybody wanna rap, well he the wrong dude
+Yeah, kids, mane, they shootin' up the whole school
+Fuck that shit, nigga, we gon' home school (Fuck that shit)
+All the women want respect from a G
+But they always naked on the I-G
+All the women screamin' "Rape? This is fake" (This is fake)
+Niggas don't take pussy gettin' cake (Cake)
+Just 'cause one got it don't mean we all straight
+Just 'cause one racist that don't mean we all hate
+Rapper have it hard if he catch a coke case
+Send him to the yard if he breakin' probate (What is it?)
+It's a world full of lies and deception (Yeah)
+Rap game a change, they don't wanna hear the message (Yeah)
+These kids cartoons, man, it's playin' with their sexes
+For real niggas, forty niggas in a section
+[Chorus]
+Many men
+They wish death upon myself
+They told on me, I did them nothing
+I never figured how that go
+They were so phony, watch your homie
+Trust nobody, watch your ho
+Even family turn on family
+It's a cold world and that's how it goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m A Ghost[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+
+Bury me back across the track, with my name on the wall
+Nigga how you love that, Feel this
+Keep all my niggas strapped down when we hit the club doe
+Teach all my niggas in the bottom not to love hoes
+Got a real killa who'll come get you like Candyman
+?I ride in big Ram trucks I don't do Avalanche?
+??????????????????? just don't get a chance to do me like my nigga Tys'
+When it's on I bring a 40 and some head bustas
+Fed duckas, Known killers so they scared of us
+And Christmas time and Thanksgivin ain't the same no mo
+Since I done lost my ?lil woe on this gangsta joke?
+But when we touch I'm gon' be famous, with a lot of bread
+And ????? we gon' get heads you know how we play it
+Listen here when I rap and I can show you boys I'm not a dream peepin my knowledge
+All you seein is the violence, Don't you always hear sirens up in the hood? (Yeah)
+Don't them boys that be wildin up in the hood? (Yeah)
+And you can bury me a G, Mama wipe your tears
+But one day I gotta disappear and I'mma be a ghost
+
+[Hook]
+
+I can't stop it when God's knockin
+So you can bury me a G
+I got the police looking for me
+But to them I'm a G-H-O-S-T
+[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+
+Behind Trill I'mma die for it, Fuck tryin for it
+And you know I gotta ride for it nigga
+And I'm back and I'm all faded
+All over soldier with a brain that keeps on elevatin
+And them bitch ass niggas up on my team, Yeah they turned on me
+They talked behind my back squeal like a worm homie
+It's my turn homie, That platinum plaque I feel I earned homie
+But I ain't gonna feel it till my records get some turns homie
+Many men wish death on me so I told 40 Glocks
+Nigga I need my whole life I gotta torture now
+You know what's up with me
+I'm OG, rest in peace Soulja Slim nigga
+Look this life as a rap star is nothin without guard
+The livin ain't really hard but bullets rip you apart
+You think I'm pussy test a pussy you gon' catch a pussy
+In the top of yo head now that's an extra pussy
+I run with convicts, lawyers, even college grads
+I roll with ex poppers then niggas on them body bags
+You fuck with Boosie I'mma show you where the choppas at
+But one day I'mma be a ghost they still gon' holla that
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie]
+You hear me rippin Pac's shit up
+Grippin the Glock, Spittin
+And willing to knock any nigga out there trippin
+I'm just young sick ya either love it or hate it
+I came up strugglin, hatin but I've been thuggin and made it
+In their discussion they bring me up all the time
+Cause it's hard to find a nigga hard as mine
+I'mma break a brick down to all the dimes
+So my cake'll flip now I get all of minesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Turn the Beat Up(In university)
+I swing and I beat off the block (Boosie)
+6, 3
+Sike girk (now it's Dorrough Music)
+These niggas be claimin' they real
+Most of these niggas are not
+See I'm from the land of the thrill
+My nigga, we get to the guap
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+As soon as I pull out the lot
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Ride around town, clear night
+I swing and I beat off the block
+No tellin' where I'm goin', boy I'm hot
+I swing and I beat off the block
+You know I'm watchin' now full of ops
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Turn your heads every time I ride by
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Bitches and niggas be thinkin' they know me
+They be like how is this niggas so famous and still be remainin' so low-key
+They way they be lookin' and watchin' me, and stalkin me
+I swear they be worser than them police
+I do what I wanna do, like it or not, I'm a stinger this back from the OG
+Sooner or later you prolly will realize that I am the one who is hot
+Most of these niggas are phony
+And if you don't know it yet I am the one who is not
+Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
+I'ma do me while I get to this guap
+Matter fact, soon as I pull out the lot
+I'ma speed off and go beat up the block
+Look how I ride, round with a toaster, niggas are vultures
+Taking out legal, probin' the culture
+People be lurking I thought I told you
+Way too much paper, I need a folder
+Nigga destroy ya, I need a lawyer
+Nigga be scheemin', slicker than all you
+Lil' momma think I be grillin' this for you
+I know you gotta be tighter than this
+These niggas be claimin' they real
+Most of these niggas are not
+See I'm from the land of the thrill
+My nigga, we get to the guap
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+As soon as I pull out the lot
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Er'body know I swing and I beat off the block
+My girl roll up the kush, we high nah, I beat up the twat
+He say he gangsta, but you know you not
+Because you told the cops when you got shot so you walked out
+Land of the thrill, mayne that's my spot
+Workin' that real up in my twat
+(System label me, a killa 'cause Lil Boosie gettin' guap)
+(Blood cry on you) pussy rookies, yo kush ain't even kushin'
+Talkin' like you on but searchin' for a fortune cookies
+So shiny, fresh off the pinter, I'm on top
+Send you river checking dudes by the girk, girl stop
+Rolls Royce pull out that lot, 24', my trunk on knot
+I swerve and no one get own my lane scurr
+These niggas be claimin' they real
+Most of these niggas are not
+See I'm from the land of the thrill
+My nigga, we get to the guap
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+As soon as I pull out the lot
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Rollin' and blowin' on kill
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Flippin' and grippin' the wheel
+I swing and I beat off the block
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Ride around town, clear night
+I swing and I beat off the block
+No tellin' where I'm goin', boy I'm hot
+I swing and I beat off the block
+You know I'm watchin' now full of ops
+I swing and I beat off the block
+Turn your head every time I ride by
+I swing and I beat off the block
+(Dorrough Music mama)
+I swing and I beat off the block
+YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mudd*Boosie Talking*
+
+All wrong ain't wrong when you get it out tha mudd
+
+[Chorus]
+Tha mudd
+Movin' packs up out my Granny house
+Tha mudd
+Every pack, I'm tryna stretch it out
+Tha mudd
+He play wit' mine, I gotta stretch him out
+Tha mudd
+Gotta keep milk up in my baby mouth
+Tha mudd
+Got a quota that I gotta meet
+Tha mudd
+Got a pot, some soda, and some fire D
+I hope I win shootin' craps
+It been a long day
+On tha corner hustlin' everyday
+I came a long way (Boosie Badazz)
+
+[VERSE 1 - BOOSIE]
+We thug in my city
+We thug
+I get this shit out tha mudd
+I never took from tha plug
+I'm loyal so now I'm tha plug
+I used to walk in tha mall
+I couldn't get nuthin out tha mall
+This was tha mudd and tha gravy
+This was tha 90s and 80s
+We can't get it
+We gon' steal it
+GOD gon' forgive us
+If he surround us wit' these dealers & these killas
+A mudd man
+This for my homies doin' time on that walk
+I hope you give yo time back
+I hope you walk nigga
+Tha mudd
+[BRIDGE]
+When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man
+Keep a stick like Tarzan
+Keep yo hittas on guard man
+We thank, fuck that
+We ain't dying broke
+We put that on GOD man
+And nigga this tha mudd
+
+We give a shit bout tha plug
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We give a fuck bout tha plug
+We give a shit bout tha plug
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We give a fuck bout tha plug
+
+[VERSE 2 - YUNG BLEU]
+I keep a stick like I'm Tarzan
+Keep me some pounds like I'm weight liftin
+Yella, Yella in my Maison Margiela's
+I'm out my body
+Like I'm shape shiftin'
+I got some niggas that keep a automatic
+Off in tha attic
+I serve a pack, and skate off like a bandit
+I'm in tha cut
+I'm posted like a bandit
+2 cups stuffed up
+Fucked up, bucked up
+Fuck all that other shit
+Niggas want beef
+And I had bout enough of this
+Stick to tha code
+Don't call me by my government
+I saw 100 bands
+Fell in love wit' it
+Oh
+Fell in love wit tha coke
+Runnin' thru packs on tha regular
+Oooh
+Word on tha street
+That Yung Bleu, he tha truth
+I'm wit some yung niggas
+We on tha loose
+Choppers on deck
+We pop up wit a few
+I'm in tha dirty A, pop out tha roof
+I'm that yung nigga that still got tha juice
+Syndicate shit
+U can't fuck wit tha crew
+Last nigga did went missin'
+U know that we don't play that dissin'
+U know that we don't play that dissin'
+[BRIDGE]
+When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man
+Keep a stick like Tarzan
+Keep yo hittas on guard man
+We think, fuck that
+We ain't dying broke
+We put that on GOD man
+And nigga this tha mudd
+
+We give a shit bout tha plug
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We give a fuck bout tha plug
+We give a shit bout tha plug
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We get this shit out tha mudd
+We give a fuck bout tha plugEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Comin’ HomeI'm coming home
+Wait for me
+I'm coming home
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me, wait for me
+I'm coming home
+
+Murder charges, drug charges coming back to back
+Hoes jumping out the ship and they ain't looking back
+She telling me to have faith but what heard of that
+Since I got this charge of us I ain't heard that
+I already told ya that I knew that I was coming home
+Yo words ain't mad when you rolled back you thought I wasn't gone
+I even told my dog to leave a message on your phone
+Do you but be here for me just don't leave a nigga alone
+My seller just got out the phone told me to leave em alone
+Stank just murdered his son
+He grabbed his chrome
+Lit up his cigarette thought back before his jail came
+Was easy to take over I already had the jail fame
+3 of 4 bitches they told them lies
+I told them I was coming home, they rolled their eyes
+Security guard at my cell with a cold smile
+What I told you at visit girl shit
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me, wait for me
+I'm coming home
+
+They tried to take my life
+The system did me wrong
+So I prayed at night
+Fuck that I'm coming home
+Knew that If was coming home and I was coming home strong
+Came on and murdered every fucking song that I got on
+Phone ranging, its that money everywhere I go
+I know that bitch stankin' I should have stayed
+This nigga gettin' paid
+I used to have a kind of side we did a little somethin'
+But my new bitch rock first, Louis and Philly
+Red light I get the picture, the phone block
+I call and you hung up, I think I know wassup
+Father god I think I've been betrayed again
+Feel like they beat me like a slave again
+So many counted bruises, when they read the line
+But nobody knew the case, so I said it's mine
+In the mirror working out trying to get it in
+In the fuse tryna tell my friends in the pen
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me, wait for me
+I'm coming home
+
+I'm home now
+I'm on now nigga
+Gettin' that bag now nigga?
+I see now nigga
+God don't sleep, don't sleep
+My [?] told a lady, she say you can talk bout my nephew right now
+It's looking bad but going good
+And my nephew he coming home baby
+I'm coming home
+I told you to [?]
+Wait for me
+I told [?]
+I'm coming home
+I told ?
+Waito for me
+I told my momma
+I say momma
+I'm coming home
+I know my girl
+Wait for me
+And I know my momma she go
+Wait for me
+I used to tell them niggas all the time
+I'm coming home
+Wait for me
+O let ?
+Ye ?
+Told ?
+Yeah
+Wait for me
+I'm home now nigga
+I'm home now nigga
+Oh my friend, wait for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Raindrops[Intro]
+Top that shit nigga
+Its the raindrops nigga
+Them modafucking rain drops
+Rain drops falling down on me i need some Sun.....
+
+
+[Chorus]
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me
+
+[Verse]
+Nigga said they want me dead
+Fuck a nigga.. yeah
+Bosses head
+We ain't scared
+You know how we play ... yeah
+Nigga they bussin for boosie
+Coming with cuddles & noodles
+I pray at night that i dont loose it
+Cause am gon stupid
+Better watch who you fucking with
+Cause nigga these the wrong move
+1 drop, 2 drops, 3 drops
+I guess am serial
+Gon burst your bitch ass up when i see ya
+Buss at your 30
+Promise to kill me nigga i hear you nigga
+But i ain't worried
+We lurking and searching for anybody
+Catch you in person.. yah
+[Chorus]
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ducking raindrops outta drop top in the neighborhood
+Hope the sun drop on my block hot
+The paper good
+Send the thunderstorm to they block
+We had it understood
+Now ain't no more rain can't see em
+Bitch i wish you would
+Sticks all around me
+I guess am living in the jungle.. modafucka
+Raindrops by my lil cousin ...modafucka
+Yeah yeah.. yeah yeah
+This the struggle
+Got introduced by Bronson and leather
+This the color
+They always stating shits so they were ducking rain drops all summer
+Yeah yeah.. yeah yeah
+I bust you up when i see u
+All in your face.. imma fuck you up when i see u
+Am ducking rain drops
+Cause am really tryna punish them niggas
+Am for them niggas
+Every one of them niggas gon feel rain
+[Chorus]
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me
+Rain drops falling down on me
+I need sundrops to be dry and free
+All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Soul Snatcher[Intro]
+This song for all the ladies who make good love out there tonight
+I want you to catch the dance floor with me
+If you know how to satisfy your lover
+I want you to catch the dance floor
+This your song right here
+Haha, 'cause you a soul snatcher, baby
+(What’s your name? What's your name, girl?)
+What's your name, girl?
+(What’s your name? What's your name?)
+
+[Chorus]
+She's a soul snatcher (Soul snatcher)
+Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire)
+Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it)
+Always say we done but go back
+
+[Verse]
+She's a soul snatcher (She give me head like yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Girl, my toes after (She got the yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I don't really know what you're after (Really know what she's after)
+But she got fire up inside her, and her temp always on high
+Ooh girl, you soul huntin’ (She a freak like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I knew a girl I so wanted (Am I cummin’? I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+She’s a soul snatcher (Girl you take a nigga's soul)
+Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire)
+Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it)
+Always say we done but go back (Always say we done but go back)
+[Bridge]
+You going back, to that
+That smoke, that wet
+That wet wet
+Girl you know what time it is and I want you right now so
+Say yes (Say yes)
+Say less (Say less, baby)
+And when it comes to sex I must say you're the best
+(All my ladies, put your hands up, let’s go)
+
+[Chorus]
+She's a soul snatcher (Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
+Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire)
+Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it)
+Always say we done but go back (Always say we done but go back)
+
+[Outro]
+And when a nigga go back, boy
+Boy, boy, boy, soul snatch
+The sex be fire when you wait, motherfucker
+Ooh girl, you got it, got itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Ride Home Freestyle[Verse 1]
+Man is tryna take of these jail clothes
+Go get my boosie fade
+Hit Duplessis and see what's happening with that new Escalade
+Got my weight up with my heat
+On my high girl dream
+Back to doing what i was doing with my money machine CHING CHING
+Label me scarface, al-capone, and larry hover
+You and I know it was damn wrong how they judged Boosie
+Lights-camera-action first time acting and they love the movie
+Finna get my own clothes, I get enough of coogi
+Still a shooter still be bootin
+But I got my mind right, now I'm way richer
+So what that mean I'm way bigger
+[?] from my feet to my hands
+Missing my kids, man I'm feeling [?] can explain
+So many people LA nuts thought I wouldn't go come home, huh
+Pay me like I wait [?] baby boy home nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Check Up[Intro:]
+It’s for all my niggas getting that check up
+Put your motherfucking hoods up
+I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up
+Nigga lets ride out
+To all my niggas getting that check up
+Nigga let’s roll nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie BadAzz]
+In my project, we come up hard
+Serving, working and building cards
+Fuck cleaning pussy boy
+But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy
+Flip the pack, make it stack
+Make it last
+Make it move
+Been seen to much
+Fuck nigga, I ain’t afraid of you
+Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool
+You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school
+I got k’s for you
+Stack my dollars
+Keep it silent
+Mind my damn business
+Hundred fifty fucking twenties in my tanned dickies
+My nigga keep a bad bitch
+She keep them grands with me
+That’s my nigga there
+Pass that future G
+All I know is hustle, bustle
+Boosie play to win
+God made them leave me alone
+They lay again
+I hustle hard
+Hustle hard to get the things I got
+You think I’m playing but I’m not
+Look at this chain and watch
+Don’t wanna step on nobody toe
+Don’t want no drama
+Nigga I just want the money
+Money by the pound
+[Chorus:]
+Young nigga gettin' a check up [x5]
+(Check up echos)
+
+[Verse 2: Lee Banks]
+I’m a young nigga getting all check up
+But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though
+Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it
+Rule too smooth like a criminal
+Your pussy is for dead and pitiful
+Stepping through the city on my tippy toe
+And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks
+With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though
+Running my bands
+Running through, running through bands
+Soon as they touching my hands
+Bumpers and grind
+Stacks stuffed up in my pants
+Too much money for fans
+Couple a bitch
+But me a be fuckng a bitch
+Plus I’m in love with her heads
+She told me she love me
+I told her shut up, she lying
+How you in love with a brick
+She know I got my check up
+There’s baby mamma on my dick
+She wanna get her neck up
+She know her nigga next up
+Finest and I be and I be flexed up
+Fuck she don’t impress us
+All these ladies and these carrots
+Imma silent when I dress up
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Niggas sit down
+When I tell you get down
+Now get down
+Purple drink to wash the shit down
+Every leak gonna sneak
+I run the streets in my pleats
+Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week
+Am rich now
+Snash a nigga bitch now
+They go big dog
+That’s what they say in all my pictures
+Lately I’ve been writing scriptures
+With the switches, it’s official
+Then you hitch on 14 inches on you bitches
+Ridiculous, ridiculous
+My neck piece the sickest
+I always tucking in for I get ignorant
+The business, the business
+Young tall bridges
+I got coke and white bitches
+It’s a difference when you give in
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+New School / Old SchoolTurn me up nigga
+Burn it up nigga
+Turn me up nigga
+I'm goin' nuts nigga
+
+
+[HOOK]
+Turn up tha pro tools
+It's a difference between tha new and tha old school
+Turn up tha pro tools
+I'm from tha old school
+
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Niggas use to take they licks
+Now these niggas talk like a bitch
+Niggas use to kill on tha love
+Now everybody wanna take hits
+In tha old school
+They used to have 1 baby daddy, 6 kids
+Now they got 5 baby daddy's, 6 kids
+Don't even know who tha Dad is (real shit)
+Niggas tellin' in tha jailhouse
+Ain't too many real niggas in tha jailhouse (real talk)
+Niggas used to stay true and bail out
+Now these niggas point at you and tell out
+New school ain't takin' no time
+These new niggas testifyin'
+These niggas pesticides
+Niggas rappin' bout niggas
+Keep rappin'
+Let's see who's next to die
+OG's don't front like they used to
+Plugs don't come like they used to
+New school, behind a bitch they'll shoot you
+All this pussy shit
+I ain't used to
+The new school, new school
+[HOOK]
+Turn up tha pro tools
+It's a difference between tha new and tha old school
+Turn up tha pro tools
+I'm from tha old school
+
+[VERSE 2]
+It used to be thug motivation
+Now most of these thug niggas hatin'
+Nigga used to put a lil' hat on
+Now all these young niggas goin' naked
+Shit I did it too
+But I ain't like you
+I ain't shit on tha crew
+Old school niggas, man they dress like me
+New school niggas, man they dress like you
+They look uncomfortable
+A crew ain't a crew, and it's hurtin' me
+Grandmas now they 32 and 33
+Niggas growin' up fast
+Got Dads who done passed
+Shit, I dont' know who won't murk me
+Hoes used to hold a nigga down
+Now all these hoes walkin' round thirsty
+Police used to do they fuckin' job
+Now they wanna shoot and Lil Turk me
+The new school, new school
+[HOOK]
+Turn up tha pro tools
+It's a difference between tha new and tha old school
+Turn up tha pro tools
+I'm from tha old schoolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bg Shit[Intro]
+Aaaaahhhh
+[?] Bg shit
+That bg shit
+
+[Pre-Hook ]
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+
+[Hook]
+Dis dat bg shit
+Yeah, that bg shit
+(Yeah, free big nigga)
+I take drama far as it can go
+(Respect)
+I ain’t no ho
+
+[Verse 1]
+Boy, it ain’t no bag and dime
+You get your ish
+I ain’t trippin’ it for rad around
+I leave no witness
+Walk upon ya with the full nickel
+Semi-hitters, all my hitters
+Go-getters, head busters
+Ain’t no missing you
+Too many bullets
+Certified
+Ain’t no stunt when a nigga pull it
+Look in my eyes
+You see blood
+No remorse, nigga
+Cross that line
+All mine
+Here’s your choice, nigga
+I’m a wet ya
+All the pain, man you gonna feel it
+My new char
+This bitch made to kill a whole village
+You ain’t ready
+All my niggas ball gun play
+Shoot first, talk later
+Let it rip on the runway
+The dumb way
+[Pre-Hook]
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+
+[Hook]
+This that bg shit
+That bg shit
+It’s that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+I’m ‘bout that bg shit
+That big shit
+I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+
+[Verse 2]
+Chop a city all over again
+But this is friends
+You losin’ when you see me
+And rue but, boy, you can’t win
+We goin’ spit in your bin
+Like dose and fin and bleak
+Yo check, yo neck
+Yo back, yo head, yo feet
+Boy, it’s real on my side a town
+Everybody got extensions
+When they ridin’ round
+They lay it on in the street
+Or at the red light
+Fuckin’ waitin’
+It’s bushes
+This nigga pushin’ shit on him
+Whoop a cushion
+I am from a place where you get bap, baptized
+No mercy
+We comin’ back
+After you paralyzed
+Like vibe, it’s murder
+Real toke
+I’m not hidin’, nigga
+Try to run
+I’ll run ya down with the Glock, nigga
+Freein’ to do ya, nigga
+[Pre-Hook]
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+
+[Hook]
+Dis dat bg shit
+That bg shit
+It’s that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+I’m ‘bout that bg shit
+That bg shit
+I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+
+[Verse 3]
+I am from a city where it’s sure to get shot
+(When that shit)
+The man is in them choppers
+And them stitches in them Glocks
+And if it really get gangsta
+Then I’m callin’ hot and
+I pull up in that Monte Carlo
+Then I’m burnin’ out
+I’ll lay yo nigga on this ground
+So your bitch, she gonna choose
+The one that gets T Y booster
+So you know you gonna lose
+So, I’m a fool
+Gettin’ hectic with the tool
+Out here chillin’
+But these niggas ‘bout to make me lose
+[?] I can knock you out your fuckin’ shoes
+(The shoes)
+Call the boss man
+And tell ‘im catch ‘em on the morning news
+(Catch them on the news)
+I take drama to the point
+Where it ain’t even drama
+I’m a real gangsta
+And no, I don’t got a [?]
+I’ll find ya
+[Pre-Hook]
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can go
+I ain’t no ho
+I take drama far as it can
+I ain’t no ho
+
+[Hook]
+Dis dat bg shit
+That bg shit
+It’s that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+I’m ‘bout that bg shit
+That bg shit
+I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit
+You don’t wanna see me, bitch
+
+[Outro]
+Free my nigga
+‘Til he out with his key
+Free my nigga
+‘Til he out with his key
+I go to trial for one a you bitches again
+I go to trial for one a you bitches again
+Free my nigga
+BgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+SouthsideFeat. Big Head & Savage
+
+What the motherfucking crook
+… what you know about south side…
+What … where you at…where the boulevard at
+Where the track boyz at, we throw it up like that
+It ain’t no section like my section boy we get that shot
+… on a billboard…
+Where the … like that, niggers lay low… and show me the rope
+… it’s for … who made me wanna have a lot of things
+It’s the deal who put me in it as a child main
+…man they got niggers busting at you
+So you best be heading for the rapshit nigga
+One time can’t fade us
+Holler out the dumb, way the niggers get paper
+But don’t nobody get along
+And ain’t nobody front you gotta get it on your own nigga
+
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…
+…to that south side, catch me outside
+With niggers I push your brains on the outside
+I was just…now I spit attention…
+Used to talk them 38 now we let them choppers melt
+Get dealt with quick or keep it a hundred
+Cause gorillaz on your street equipped with a hundred
+…they gonna get it … cause I just showed them how
+… they sell to…cause they mamas go…and the choppers go …
+…nigga throw in the towel
+
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…
+
+South side nigga, I’m rapping from the heart of me
+It’s part of me, slit a nigga veins and my artery
+…anywhere we be, we might be…
+Back in 95 the brokest nigga had a quarter key
+Shout out to… shout out gangster nig..
+Where I used to fight my piss
+… big didy, … what’s happening…
+We don’t … suit you in your…
+Blowing killing in the wind…
+Gangster…better…
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings
+Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll
+Talk that shit…EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Wanna Die BrokeBetter get yo shit together
+
+[HOOK]
+I don't wanna die broke
+I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me
+He told me, nigga just don't die broke
+I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama
+So we gotta get tha money
+Fuck it, we ain't dyin' broke
+
+[VERSE 1]
+Stackin' up this money, cuz this life a hurricane
+You might just leave this cold world tomorrow my nigga
+A hurricane
+Don't wanna die broke like my father, a hurtin' man
+You don't wanna die old and a work man, and a purp man
+Can't take it wit' ya, but you can leave it in some hands
+Money ain't everythang, but it will ease tha pain
+Gotta leave ya kids sumin'
+So get ya skrill right, ya biz tight
+Gotta leave 'em money, get ya will right
+Need a helpin' hand, I know just what it feel like
+Refuse to slow my grind, cuz my kids need tha rich life
+Never know when you gon' go, so you better get ya shit right
+She ain't helpin' you get money, nigga you betta get ya bitch right
+Cuz you don't wanna die broke
+[HOOK]
+I don't wanna die broke
+I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me
+He told me, nigga just don't die broke
+I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama
+So we gotta get tha money
+Fuck it, we ain't dyin' broke
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Bury me in Hennessy, paid like tha Kennedy's
+Let me be a big check, along wit' my memory
+You gon' remember me
+Know I grind hard cuz I remember those days
+Goin' to school really wishin' that I had those J's
+Now that's a cold face
+When you broke, people got some cold ways
+I'm just glad that's the old days
+I'm tryna go out like Trump if you ask me
+I want my pockets on Trump if they smash me
+I wanna see my people shine from up there
+So every year gotta be better, money gotta be Hefner
+I get big bags nigga, man my pockets they special
+If I go broke again, shit I'm bout whatever
+Cuz I refuse to die broke, fuck that shit
+
+[HOOK]
+I don't wanna die broke
+I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me
+He told me, nigga just don't die broke
+I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama
+So we gotta get tha money
+Fuck it, we ain't dyin' brokeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Who Finished?Boosie Badazz
+Ima 100 hit wonders
+I'm never finished
+
+[HOOK]
+I remain a menace
+Teflon from my hat to my tennis
+They said I'd fall off but
+I'm never finished
+You other rappers finished
+You niggas gimmicks
+
+[VERSE 1]
+It was so hard in tha beginning
+Rappin' at Splashes in tha 7th ward
+I'm tryna get it
+My lil' bitch up out tha 3rd ward
+She say Lil' Wayne tha sickest
+Gotta say she kept it real
+'Cause that nigga Wayne ain't finished
+But Lil' B, I kept it solid tho
+And I just did Boosie
+Spit it from tha heart
+When every car played Juvie
+Whoever thought I'd have mo' rap fame than anybody in that No Limit gang
+Have mo' diamonds shinin' harder than them No Limit chains
+Yella Boy was big to me
+T. Tucker a muthafucka
+Ghetto Twins was my wife is you two fine muthafuckas
+Damn
+Nero was tha shit
+Remember Sam I Am
+Stayed strapped, stayed wit' real rap
+Now here I am
+Here I am
+[HOOK]
+I remain a menace
+Teflon from my hat to my tennis
+They said I'd fall off but
+I'm never finished
+Yo favorite rapper finished
+
+Shit talk to 'em Badazz
+
+[VERSE 2]
+I was round for tha real G shit
+Even before tha real weak shit
+I was hot when Rich Boy threw them D's on that bitch (finished)
+I was hot when they got rich off white tee's in this bitch
+Survived a era when I was holla'in bout what about me in this bitch
+They had songs, I had albums
+They had hits, I had classics
+They had a song that put 'em on
+I made a lifestyle ratchet
+They fell off, but I lasted
+They got money, got happy
+One time my coke bag was bigger than tha bag from me rappin'
+Ima real nigga, ya'll talent
+You ain't real, you unbalanced
+So that hit can't come again
+'Cause you ain't livin' yo value
+Ima legend
+You say I ain't, you hatin'
+Is yo favorite rapper in '04 still yo favorite rapper now
+Huh, Huh
+[HOOK]
+I remain a menace
+Teflon from my hat to my tennis
+They said I'd fall off but
+I'm never finished
+Yo favorite rapper finished til the end of songEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+King of the Streets[Intro]
+Badazz, Boosie Badazz, Badazz
+
+[Hook]
+The streets need me (me, me, me), but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real
+The streets need me  (me, me, me)
+I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs on the streets, I'll never let us down
+
+When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets
+When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street
+And the streets need me
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+I think I'm the king of the streets
+
+[Verse]
+This for my dogs in the pen, who can't get a call in the pen
+This ex's nigga, he a bitch, don't wanna let him talk to his kids
+This is all that I know, this is all that I know
+This is all that I know, it's the streets, nigguh
+Get bodies and pistols and duckin' them hitters
+I hold my court in the streets
+In the streets they buy my music, (when you ride)
+You gon' hear a lot of Boosie, (they go loud)
+Lot of women, lot of groupies, (slip and slide)
+Slidin' in 'em like Jacuzzi
+If you where I'm from, If you where I'm from
+Then you understand, you understand
+Gotta get out this hellhole, we got a plan
+Get out the ghetto and feed our little man
+Go get the millions and get us some land
+No snitchin', fuck snitchin', No snitchin', fuck snitchin'
+This is the (streets), Project nigguhs need me
+(streets), West love me like Eazy
+They know I'm the king of the streets, (beast)
+[Hook]
+The streets need me, but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real
+The streets need me  (me, me, me)
+I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets, I'll never let us down, believe that
+
+
+When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets
+When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street, nigguh
+And the streets need me
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+I think I'm the king of the streets
+
+[Verse 2]
+This talkin' that G shit, (Boosie)
+This talkin' that street shit, (Badazz)
+Street shit mixed with G shit
+Gold jewelry then half a key shit
+I'm a real nigguh, show you how to get a  bag, (no bodybag)
+Motivation, if you look at me you gon' be like, damn, I gotta get a bag
+Everybody goin' commercial, probably why I can't get a commercial
+But fuck 'em, I got the streets in my palm
+Dead homies on my arm, (Rest in peace, nigguh)
+Louisiana in the swamp, dirty laundry in the trunk
+Droppin' every other month, in the section cuttin' up
+I spit the real and I
+Be touchin' my people inside
+I make them vibe, you ain't gotta be high
+My music go loud, somebody gon' die
+Rock-a-bye
+This the life in the streets
+Fuck tuckin' in your pillow, tuck your rifle to sleep
+[Hook]
+The streets need me (me, me, me), but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real
+The streets need me  (me, me, me)
+I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets, I'll never let us down, believe that
+
+When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets
+When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street
+And the streets need me
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+The king of the street shit, I know it
+I think I'm the king of the streets
+
+[Outro]
+Cold water in the pot, uncle told me get it hot
+Mayne, that hard, now that's the rhyme, nigguhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Head Busta(Hook)
+The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas
+These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas
+
+(Verse - Boosie)
+Head busta, heart stopper u dont wanna start partner
+Creep up slowly and its loaded nigga plus they all choppas
+Lil daddy u can't win, i'm trippin drinking Hennessy
+My consciousness to the curb so u better think again
+I was raised in the cave in the south where i stay
+Treat niggas like slaves i don't use whips i use k's
+My temper is like a bubble, u buss it u in trouble
+Won't play me since i'm small bet u ain't gon play another
+Nigga i'll take ya brother and come duckin take yo mammy
+Niggas can't stand me, because i'm comin through on caddy
+I know some head bustas who will leave yo ass dead
+I ain't never buss a head but i shot until they dead
+Come try me i ain't scared, everybody got they time
+If u don't wanna die then don't come and fuck with mine
+These boys slang a nine, if u ever touch that nerve, they hit up on yo shoulder i'm gone knock it on the curb
+
+(Hook)
+The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas
+These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas
+
+(Verse - Pimp C)
+Hol up, down with the gangster niggas, that ain't rock the bluffin, thug sipp the weed spitter strictly head bussin, selfmade millionaire R.A.L. is my mob, breakin bread with Chris cuz bussin heads is jobs. Hear you talkin lil boy but your game is shitty, all you pussy azz niggas get the fuck out the city, cuz i always keep a 44 in the stash on the floor, in the drop sittin low, 20 inches of momo
+Spittin out, in the porch, with a yellow stallion heart. Bitch you got a vicious mob, pussy hoes they bury ?. Always fuckin top charts, models you see in the book, serb captain pimp it ain't got nothin to do with looks, you wanna hit i rode da book, do the beat and sing tha hook, write the shit and through the mix, its like i serve a brick. every city through da store, it move like snow. if you really wanna war im ready to go
+(Hook)
+The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas
+These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas
+
+(Verse - Boosie)
+Niggas wanna head bust me cuz i shine, pump that rest shit out ya head like hines if you fuck with mines. mane i ain't gon play with non of you boys, i'll spray anyone of you boys, you playin, show the difference between a hoe and man. you won't find me turn off hollin, by 11 make you fatty, got 2 choppas and they ready, when they chop it you respect it, ain't no secret i keep that 9 with me, and when i need dem choppas go get Turk out Zion city, i know he dyin with me, ride with me, through the thick and the thin, niggas head bust in the world but get that dick in the pen, say Pimp you make that harder and my k gon do the slaughter, if you can't find that nigga lets go to school and take his daughter, im proud of this shit, you see DD, KD, and Donkey they gon ride for this shit, you see that T.R.A.C.K. mane, i'll die for that bitch, and that's on everything i own, first time you niggas play with me boy you gone
+
+(Hook)
+The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas
+These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas (X3)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Good Ol Days[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days)
+All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's)
+All the music that got me through it, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
+KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know, good old days
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (I'm gon' watch Mike)
+We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long (It stretches long)
+Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home
+Reminisce in every song
+Motivating my uncle to sell every stone
+God made our house a home
+We was boys but we was strong
+We still come up with a smile even when we all alone
+The good days, it wasn't the same
+When we was broke, we didn't complain
+If we got wet up in the rain, we got our cold and took the pian
+2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit
+Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long
+What we play on my block, nigga?
+So much yay on my block, nigga
+This before I ever got on the plane on the runway
+When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé
+Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+(Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+(Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days)
+Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
+Now them was the days, them was the days
+Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days)
+Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
+Them was the days
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+We used to window shop at Moss, smearin' the glass with our fingers
+Wishin' we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina
+High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live
+Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive
+Black socks, the Fab Five had us swaggin', these the time
+The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime
+Getto Boyz was like my boys, feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes
+At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die
+2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures
+It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech
+We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that
+Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back
+Shit, them was the good old days
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+(Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
+(Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley)
+Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days)
+Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
+Now them was the days, them was the days
+Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days)
+Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days
+Them was the days
+
+[Verse 3: Webbie & Boosie Badazz]
+I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up
+We drove the bread truck until it filled up
+Chillin', a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block
+My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops
+I hopped off the porch with my brother, the Wayans in living color
+Our favorite pants was wrestlers, if we ain't trust you, then fuck you
+With no grease, duckin', hidin' from police
+Clubbin', thuggin' with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days)
+Retarded, couldn't play house parties
+When pickles was fifty cent, that's when Dixie cups was a quarter
+The good old days
+[Outro: Boosie Badazz]
+Fuckin' right, nigga
+When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack
+Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days
+Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (They play the Knicks)
+We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
+Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (I'm gon' watch Mike)
+We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long
+Good old daysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boss Up[Verse 1:]
+My life  a movie
+Straight action, and non fiction
+I’m like a doctor
+I fill up all your prescriptnions
+This is real
+No actor, but I’m still tipping
+And my mind on the money
+So you know I gotta get it
+A grinder came from nothing
+Just watching my mamma get it
+Devine to become something
+Just didn’t know when I get it
+So I stayed prayed up
+And told mamma Imma go get it
+She say her baby boy wild
+But one thing he’s about his business
+Plus I live my life like fresh
+So no snoopers up in my digits
+Gotta put that bag up
+For a rainy day, bitch you tripping
+Fuck trying stuff for them hoe
+Cause they wretched like what I’m living
+I just want to make the music
+And let the world see my vision
+That pussy got my dog on the funny style, I won’t kill him
+Nah am in this world alone
+Just me, myself and Big Puss
+Now his spirit living through me ye
+Doing this for my nigga
+Treat me like royalty
+Cause I’m posting up on you nigga
+Lil nigga you gotta stack your money
+Or save a penny
+Never know when you gonna see a rainy day
+Boosie told me boss up
+Every time you get on the mike you gotta go hard, period
+You can’t let up
+[Chorus:]
+Boosie told me boss up
+Jay Day, Jay Day, boss up, Jay Day, boss up
+Boosie told me boss up
+Jay Day, Jay Day, boss up, Jay Day, boss up, boss up, Lil Jay Day
+
+[Verse 2:]
+This ain’t no okie
+The poster in front of the corner store
+Lil niggas drug hustle but coming up I was wanted most
+Ran with the old, but niggas my age my strongest though
+My name started ringing
+That niggas won’t be my homies, no
+Way before this rap shit
+It was just me being bold n smoke
+Past the trap without a pack
+Causing hell everywhere we go
+Hooked up with the boss man
+He felt my dream and he sell his gold
+Not knowing where we going
+But he clever, so he already know
+His right hand in it
+Telling them Lil Jay go blow
+Lil nigga, big pistol
+His image lived, he got that flow
+Lets drop a bag on him
+Keep working and see how far it go
+The sky's the limit
+The Solar System yes I must go
+No pressure on my shoulder
+But niggas, haters already know
+I’m working on them tracks
+And let back to back that’s how it go
+Jay Day keep that Ak
+That nigga smoked you ain’t never know
+Bless me with a loyalty
+Stamped 10K from my neck to glow
+The whole team shining
+A movement bigger than belly though
+No fuck ups or formers cause niggas we getting heller though
+Posted in the projects
+Right post that track with that folder on me
+Young thug niggas
+Only young thugs want me
+Boss up
+Jay day [x4]
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Big Bread[Intro]
+My uncle cooked crack on the west end
+Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in
+
+[Verse 1]
+My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead)
+I'm tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten
+It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah)
+Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend
+Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch)
+Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten
+[?], I know smokers with some dead friends
+If the devil come knocking, don't let him in
+When I pull up, it's a red on red Christmas Benz
+[?] say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in
+Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap
+And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack
+Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat
+It's your mammy and your daddy, that's who made a rat
+Mr shoot through your windshield
+Mr rolling up a ten pill
+Mr go and get your kid killed
+I grew up in the 90's, nigga it's been real
+All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill
+
+[Chorus]
+I had to go put in work for the block
+Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
+I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box
+Pray for the day that my [?] get popped
+We some foreign slidin' niggas
+Big bread winners
+Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute?
+Lil bitch, we them niggas
+What they mad for?
+Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho
+[Verse 2: Bossie Badazz]
+Just to go and get your kin killed
+Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek)
+Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me)
+Little [?] ghost, man I make the best [?] (Yeah)
+Boosie boys like the Detroit [?]
+Free lil' Ralo, all them niggas off the west end
+Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz
+Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it
+Don't rap back, kill that nigga, now you really [?]
+They need to make a hearse for these niggas
+Put a skirt on these niggas
+That's how they talk, a nigga [?]
+My nigga [?] is walking down 28
+Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don't never play
+We on that weed, yes indeed puttin' it in their face (Yeah, nigga)
+Back on it, like we back sellin' 28
+Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin
+Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga, man
+
+[Chorus]
+I had to go put in work for the block
+Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
+I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box
+Pray for the day that my [?] get popped
+We some foreign slidin' niggas
+Big bread winners
+Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute?
+Lil bitch, we them niggas
+What they mad for?
+Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho
+[Verse 3: Mozzy]
+Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by
+Pray his momma watch him die, that's how I feel about it
+[?] but bitch, I still abide
+The resume is impeccable, we solidified
+I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide
+Ain't never stood over humans, them niggas living lies
+Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside
+My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55
+They slip and slide, we gon' slide before we slip
+'Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah)
+On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick
+'Cause I know if them people catch me, I'ma die inside the Benz
+
+[Verse 4]
+I put dope inside spots
+Had hoes selling twat
+Bust a Rollie down with rocks
+Put extendos in Glocks
+I put it on your top
+Don't be playing with my cash
+We ain't jumping on the stand
+We gon' lay in niggas grass
+Yeah, the feds on my ass
+So, I gotta move smart
+We got pounds of the gas, that don't mean I gotta fart
+Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar
+Put your hands on me, nigga, I'll put your ass apart
+Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart
+I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let's go to war
+Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars
+Now , it's 60 on wrist, free my niggas in the yard, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Come from a PlaceBoosie Badazz
+Boosie Badazz nigga
+
+[HOOK]
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate)
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+I come from a place
+
+[VERSE 1 : BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+Where niggas get jacked wit' tha 45
+If you ain't strapped, then you gon' die
+Ridin' round thinkin' he'll go live
+Same MF be sold out
+Same MF who'll turn on ya
+Get mad, pull out tha burner on ya
+Hope you got ya rope on ya
+Shit can't trust no nigga on no corner
+Love my spot, I'ma throw 4's
+Even in tha pen, bitch I throw blows
+Mutha fuck you and tha C.O (fuck all ya'll)
+My hood bout business lord knows
+[?] niggas bitches and hoes
+Niggas comment like a bitch
+But Boosie stick to tha code
+Daddy in tha streets thuggin'
+Mama told me go play (Boy get out my face)
+Aunties came game on women
+Cousins gave me AK's
+I got my ways from thugs and killas
+In tha midst of tha streets
+I know a snake when I see it
+You ain't gon' bite me
+[HOOK]
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate)
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+I come from a place
+
+[VERSE 2: OG Dre)
+Everybody real if you ask them
+Damn, snakes don't even hiss now
+Daddy told me keep my head on a swivel
+And remain 10 toes down
+Nigga why tha good die young
+Hoping that the Lord keep me safe
+'Cause I'm young myself
+And I'm going out like Tony if they play wit' young Dre uh
+Rest in peace Pimp C
+What would he do
+Ima smack one of these niggas actin' like fools
+All these niggas internet thuggin' like it's cool
+You a nerd in reality, no tools
+Out chea worried bout your followers up on tha 'Gram
+When you really need a job just to feed ya fam
+Nigga got 2 sons and a daughter
+Boy get off yo ass, get a math plan
+[HOOK]
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate)
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+I come from a place
+
+[VERSE 3: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+If you don't slang iron
+Then you don't survive
+Most niggas, they make it
+But most niggas die
+Rest in peace all my niggas (free all my niggas)
+Murder rate high in my city
+Fucked me up
+Know that ain't you testifying nigga
+[?] will, used to be
+This hood ain't got no unity
+Money done turned everybody to snakes
+Now it's you or me
+You don't work, you don't eat
+You don't put in work, you ain't respected
+So you gotta have that first
+'Fo you tryna rock this necklace
+I come from pain
+It ain't no bitch in my blood
+Boss Man up on my stomach wit a K drippin' in blood
+Nigga get down up at tha Chi Town
+Nigga hit tha bag when they ride round
+Shit you ain't heard
+It be drama on my curb
+Everybody gettin' served
+Niggas know
+[HOOK]
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+
+I come from a place
+Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate)
+I come from a town
+Where niggas get down
+I come from a placeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ball[Verse 1]
+God fearin' weed dealer, the wise-eyed coke sniffer
+The drug dealer, ass kisser, the free me at last nigga
+For the pussy popper, the juvenile lookin' like she a mama partner
+The corner store, the Foot Locker, the Boosie juice, the talk advisor
+For the car thief, the teenage burglar, the young murderer
+For the prostitute and the pimp she got workin' her
+This for the slum life, for the dance that make you dance when you hear gunshots in the end
+This for every real nigga lost a friend, this for my nigga dead
+For the FEMA store, the track life babies who let that nina go
+For the Brookstown head buster, the Parktown fed ducker
+For the 3rd Ward jack niggas, for the Sherwood H sellers
+This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder, motherfucker, this for...
+
+[Chorus]
+Y'all, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack
+(Bad bitches, this for...)
+Y'all, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
+This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
+
+[Verse 2]
+Second verses for all my gangsters who done gone in
+Six feet, shit deep, I got long wind
+And this verse for my niggas in that cold pen
+Every man responsible for his own sin
+This one live, lil' one got his bag right, he put in overtime
+Lil' one kind of remind me of me, this for overtime
+Open locker, this for them choppers that ring like doorbells
+Baltimore, where most trigger fingers short as a toenail (Murder)
+Duval on BooPac, Saint Louis, don't even go there
+This for the bail bonds when you take half on a coke bale (Yeah, yeah)
+This for y'all in the bricks
+If they ain't tryna give us help then they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Yeah, yeah)
+This for y'all in the clique, clique changed, lookin' sick
+Put your hood up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
+This for all the bad women who make Fashion Nova look better than Fendi
+Baby girl, this for...
+[Chorus]
+Y'all, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack
+(Bad bitches, this for...)
+Y'all, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
+This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
+Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ballEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Confused[Intro]
+You know I've had a lifestyle
+That many would dream of
+I've had my share of jazzy women, classy women
+And I've had my share of ratchets
+I've even had my share of beautiful women
+And I'm talkin' beautiful inside and out
+But those women, I can't seem to do right by, you know
+'Cause most times I wanna play
+But sometimes I only want you
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard)
+I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes)
+Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times)
+Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby)
+Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused)
+I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one)
+Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all)
+Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby (I be confused a lot)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I been slidin' in women with no huggin' or kissin'
+Play and I play with no love or no feeling
+But they pretty and ready (You lookin' nice tonight, baby)
+(You're lookin' nice, too)
+Pretty and ready, oh yeah, they so ready
+Tonight I want that real, real, thing (I wan' feel you, baby)
+No protection, baby (You know how we rockin')
+'Cause I trust you, baby (I trust you, baby)
+But soon it's gon' change, change, change
+I'ma kick back and Boosie Badazz, baby
+Might want another baby (You know how I am)
+And another, and another
+[Chorus]
+Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard)
+I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes)
+Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times)
+Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby)
+Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused)
+I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one)
+Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all)
+Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby
+
+[Verse 2]
+I woke up this morning
+And I called my cousin Bronson
+You know I can talk to B, you know
+I said, "B, I'm sittin' in this big old bed
+And I'm lonely as a motherfucker
+Just me and these Backwoods" (Confused, confused)
+He said, "Lil' cuz, maybe you need to find somebody special, man
+And focus on that special somebody" (Confused, confused)
+I told him, "Cuz, my trust for women
+Was lost a long long time ago" (I'm confused)
+I told him, "Cuz, man, I don't wanna be hurt, you know what I'm talkin' about?" (Confused, confused)
+He said, "Boosie, I hear you talkin'" (Confused)
+"But it's crazy 'cause you sayin' you don't wanna be hurt" (Confused)
+"But you wanna hurt women"
+I just stayed quiet on the phone
+[Chorus]
+Bronson, I'm confused, confused (I'm confused)
+That's why I'm callin' you (Know I can talk to you)
+Most times I wan' play, play, play (Most times I wanna play)
+Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes I yearn for only you)
+This life got me confused, confused, confused (Man, I'm confused)
+
+[Outro]
+It's hard to say no
+When three or four beautiful women (I be confused)
+Ask you to have you at one time (Woo)
+Lord knows, Lord (I'm so confused)
+You live this life (Sometimes I wanna play, play, play)
+The life that we live, shit
+You'll probably be confused too (Confused)
+(Sometimes I be confused)
+Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto[Hook]
+Not a nigga out the ghetto
+Tryna make it out the ghetto
+I got love for my ghetto
+Shout out to my ghetto
+It all started in the ghetto
+
+[Verse 1]
+Not a nigga out the ghetto
+Straight off the corner
+Thug rules and thug school boy
+I walked out on ya
+Save yo whole corner, ghetto remedies
+Another ghetto nigga up in jail when they sentence me
+Preach I got enemies
+Deep but they scared of me
+Ghetto ass nigga with a rap gift god blessing me
+[?] taught you mad video games
+My uncles caught me [?] real cocaine
+If gods is in vein
+We all get slain
+We come to them Glocks
+Some making the music
+Some hustle the block
+Some take what you got
+Run in you ho-house gotta feed the happy
+Message to every nigga in the ghetto
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Get to my ghetto, South Baton Rouge
+When niggas love me I'm the realest with a thousand goons
+[?] die with me
+Boss man got major rank
+Me and Lil Bleek hitting jack town set about 80 pounds
+Been on that rail road
+[?]
+Lots of real niggas
+Rick got them soldiers  (ask Kurby)
+Late night, Halloween, real [?]
+Niggas love the ghetto cuz the block always hiring
+White sheets, sirens, the ambulance they late though
+The bitches took they time when the [?]
+We be stacking dough
+14 years old
+[?] you ain't gon' do that you 14 you coming home
+For that old lady on the poster junkie smoking dope
+Lil dude I see [?]
+For dead homies we got chance
+Rolex watches we got stacks
+Another ghetto rich nigga from across the tracks
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real Gangsta[Intro]
+Badass 3.5 all the way live
+Real gangsta
+This that 3.5
+Always down to wet one, send ya
+Step, son
+Hus-
+Hu-
+
+[Chorus]
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know a nigga named Tulu out the park, never talked
+Took his leg, suck my dick, in my book he's a G
+Rest in piece to Walter T, he threw his foes and talked to me
+Never thought I'd see his blood up in the street, Walt a G
+And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it, he fucked with Boosie
+Fresh out Angola (Yeah) with that pack and I showed him I could move it
+Free V. Lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed
+This for my nigga Lil Ivory, they'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous
+I gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours
+She told the boy he goin' hard, that nigga dick get hard
+Nigga took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard
+Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta
+[Chorus]
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+J. Prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go  (Let it go)
+Makin' moves, kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low)
+I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O
+I used to fuck with Silky Slim 'til he did that pussy shit on the radio
+Let's talk some real shit, those I kept it real with
+Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit when I was sellin' my kicks
+My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, fuck your habit, you a G
+'Fore you flooded your own nephew, you came cross the trap to me
+And that was cradle to the grave shit, yay-yay
+And that was Busta and some Flav shit (I miss Coo), yay-yay
+Yay-yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin' (Trustin' nothin')
+I was sellin' dope, couldn't even trust my cousin
+
+[Chorus]
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
+Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
+My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
+[Outro]
+D-Pitch
+He died with his mask on (Real gangsta)
+Lil' Ton
+Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta)
+Soulja Slim
+He died in front his mom's home (Real gangsta)
+But through my music that nigga lives on (That's real gangsta)
+That big Slim was a gangstaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gone But Not ForgottenBig wayne on da track nigga..boosie badazz e.n.t I might be gone but not forgotten(straight up)(lets get it)
+
+CHORUS:Dey got a nigga like whooa man dis court shit done got outta control man (I might be gone but not forgotten)i can't sleep man shouldn't of neva made fucked up police man (I might be gone but not forgotten) (2x)
+Just left da lawyers office shit done got real,3 weeks for i drop now dey got a deal, do a year an the other charges dissapear,look cross da table T-lady my momma up in tears, should i take em to trial play wit my life, my name Boosie Badazz im wrong an im wright,dey got me on my dvd's smokin weed,gave da picture to da judge shit i dont need, lawyers say im found guilty an its friday 3rd, all dat money i gave out deze niggas sold me out,gave me a week to take the time and its fucking wit me, fuck da city damn judge i ain't even convicted,bleek told me dont play wit em donkey told me fight, man my mind goin through a motherefuckin cycle,got my movement to hold me down when im gone away,12 months the most i ever did was sixty days
+CHORUS (2X)
+
+Fuck it send me up the road i ain't goin to trial, take my lick an sit down put on a couple pounds,told my round told me down shit fanna get real,take care my kids be focused dont be poppin pills, im comin home with a grudge goin off like pac, any nigga who owe me money we come an wet ya block,any nigga who act funny ima expose dey ass,think my career over wit ima show dey ass, call my NFL cats i need a couple stacks, hold me down my nigga,i need you now my nigga,jus had a talk wit ivy honor my oldest child,daddy gone be gone a while she broke down an cried, fanna sell a couple cars quick hundred g's,a couple diamond chains 200 g's,family gone eat when im gone i gotta master plan, leak a song every week come home im mad!
+CHORUS (2X)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Southern Smoke[Intro]
+Yeah (Bow)
+Yeah (Bow)
+Yeah (Bow, bow)
+Yeah (Bow)
+Yeah (Bow)
+Yeah (Bow, bow, bow)
+
+[Chorus]
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow)
+Better get your southern smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
+The se niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+These niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Better get your southern smoke
+It's that fuckin' southern smoke
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm first to smoke this bitch up like cigarettes in parkin' lots
+Ain't none changed about me, I'll still hit you with this 40 Glock
+Carbine with the 30, this bitch wipe you like the Sandman
+Pistol-whipped to silence so I'll kill ya without a band plan
+Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits
+Money showin', takin' our pictures and we's airin' the niggas
+For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta niggas
+Rob his ass, kill him on sight, talkin' Savannah, nigga
+Them Floridan kids fuck with my shit, I rock with Tampa niggas
+We don't rap beef at all like y'all, we come and stamp a nigga
+Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that's why the bag different
+I represent for niggas gettin' money who ain't ass-kissin'
+[Chorus]
+Southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow)
+Better get your southern smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
+These niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+These niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Better get your southern smoke
+It's that fuckin' southern smoke
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together
+Break you down to pieces, break you down to pieces
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got my people with me, they got that 30 and that nine
+He be on Percs all the time, I keep 'em with me
+We in this bitch, I got my people with me
+And we ain't worried 'bout a thang
+Real goons, better watch your fuckin' chain, rap nigga
+Gang shit down south big mouth trap nigga
+Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us
+I know some daytime shooters, lose they mind behind a nigga
+Mafioso type, I'll rip the spine out a nigga (Southern smoke)
+On your bitch ass, tweetin' to get your toe tagged
+Talkin' to that bitch while I'm feedin' 'em to your ho ass
+Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?)
+Bow, bow (Bitch ass), bow, bow
+Now they smell it
+[Chorus]
+Southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow)
+Better get your southern smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
+Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
+These niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+These niggas don't want smoke
+This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
+Better get your southern smoke
+It's that fuckin' southern smoke
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together (Bow, bow, bow)
+Break you down to pieces (Bow), break you down to pieces (Bow)
+Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself togetherEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Savage Holidays[Intro]
+Ooh
+Kinda cold in them hideaways
+Ain't nobody die today
+
+[Chorus]
+Savage holiday
+Ooh, it's kinda cold in them hideaways
+Ain't nobody die today
+Savage holiday
+
+[Verse 1]
+Too young, died from the corner store (Ha)
+Nigga brought that 'cause he wanted more (Ha)
+Now they want get back, left us, gon' hit back
+Left them boys in front the store (Ha)
+Caught 'em in traffic, did the boy nasty
+On some true dog shit
+Sprayed everybody like, "Fuck it!"
+On some Duval shit (Duval)
+This 'fore Thanksgivin', they trippin'
+They want blood, not chicken
+Only thing on they mental
+Kill that nigga 'fore Christmas
+Miss Patty just lost her baby last Christmas
+(Guess what else, though?)
+Her other son, he got eighty last Christmas
+[Chorus]
+Savage holiday (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
+Ooh, it's kinda cold in them hideaways (Kinda cold in them hideaways)
+Ain't nobody die today
+I hope you safe and you escape a
+Savage holiday (Savage holiday)
+When you lose someone you love who you know love Christmas
+Savage holiday
+When that little thug first get that pistol, savage holiday
+
+[Verse 2]
+Baby mama trippin', men can't see they baby
+And it's Christmastime (Oh Lord)
+That's enough to drive you crazy
+At Christmastime (Oh Lord)
+Her nigga fucked her best friend 'round Christmastime
+Now she don't even like that holiday no more, savage
+This for Chicago, niggas who get it up like Ralo
+This for my niggas in the snow in Milwaukee
+New Year's, looked at the news, two kids
+Another mother with a fuckin' savage holiday
+No gift gon' make us proud today
+Tell me 'bout it
+Her other son, he gon' ride today (Ooh)
+This happened all
+He was finally fuckin' shinin', mayne
+Like nigga, he was bossin'
+Last year he was rappin'
+This year he in a coffin
+No merry Christmas
+[Outro]
+Savage holiday
+Ooh, I hope you strapped up in them hideaways
+Ooh, kinda cold in them hideaways
+No merry Christmas, savage holidayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mama know loveMama kno love never leave me lonley feed me when im hungry seccEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Play It How It GoI’m knee deep up in the streets, popping g’s up in these streets
+Straight for keeps, if you don’t work then you don’t eat up in these streets
+You got wisdom and you clutching, you succeed up in these streets
+But if you timid and you pussy, you gonn bleed up in these streets
+How you build, how you ride, once you make us friend of mine
+G shit, how nigga live, really slaying out
+Free shit, niggas ain’t gonna give, if you ain’t designer
+Get it on your own and I’ll be damned if niggas claiming mine
+Bust your bust pipe to make the bitch nigga come out
+Set your book and getting question, make the snitch nigga come out
+Just be cool and call your lawyer, that’s how rich niggas come out
+And if it’s big we on the streets, we hoping wish niggas come out
+Got my g code from the og’s, on the south side, I grew up
+I’m screwed up, tattoed up, I’m tuned up
+...nigga not me, I play it how it go
+Niggas play a lot of games but you can’t play me like no ho 1 hunna
+
+[Hook] x 2
+How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit
+Done got a lot of niggas killed
+If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know
+Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go
+
+Verse 2 for all you coward niggas, perpetrating like you thugged, I call em sour niggas
+You ain’t go like that, you flip like that
+Get your chest filled with a mac
+Get your head bust to the fed
+Fucking round with little hatchet ain’t a game
+I’m in no game, I’m in the army nigga
+Fuck you haters chain with the choppa, that’s a warning nigga
+I got that thug in my blood, I’m a veteran
+The principal of my school, I expel you man
+Project baby, southside baby, whatever you wanna call it
+And jesus set you up, my uncles out to hold it
+Niggas with no love, I can pay you selling drugs
+Love getting money, if you don’t love then you a scrub
+Where the love, it ain’t no love in these streets I was raised in
+They give a 5 to 10, turn a nigga to cave men
+Fake friends, don't get no love, they get bullets
+I’ve been a hood bullet, been D-Boin' you pussies nigga!
+[Hook] x 2
+How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit
+Done got a lot of niggas killed
+If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know
+Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go
+
+I swear to god these niggas frauds, I can’t stand you pussies
+Spend the bind and let off 10, fill his chest out with bullets
+This nigga johhny concrete when he 20 to 30 deep
+Catch that coward by itself, I bet he run while you speak
+Wailing and holling they silent whole time you a liquor
+These niggas raiding out here...
+Boy you don’t live like this
+You ain’t built like that
+Throwing bricks and hide your hand
+Will get your brain pushed back
+You draw ...on these phones, thinking that will get you on
+That shit there will get you gone, exterminate the whole home
+I fuck with maggots and they hungry, they eat brains for breakfast
+Crash dummy niggas balling, pin your ass to the stretcher
+Wake up to guns on the dresser, I really live this life
+Far hop a blunt of that pressure and keep my still at night
+You better hope the guard you diving for you catch you charge
+I just...waiting with a tong for you boy, pussy!
+
+[Hook] x 2
+How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit
+Done got a lot of niggas killed
+If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know
+Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My NiggaThis is for my n****s, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my n****s
+My luv, my c*** it back ready to bust
+
+Boosie Bad Azz
+
+(Now) If you love yo n****, Hug yo n**** (hug yo n****)
+Look em' dead in the eye
+And tell yo n****
+Tell that n**** you love em' (you love them)
+
+We started out
+Smoking weed in the park
+Vision in our eyes
+Tryin make it home foe dark
+Flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans
+F***in wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline
+Trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off
+Gotta find a junkie
+At the bottom mad dog
+All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets
+And even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top)
+I cut cla** wit this n****
+Act a a** wit this n****
+Off that hide-go-get
+Unless them hoes suckin dick
+Feeling like the s*** on the first week of school
+Till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool
+Member when we first started grindin'
+They was giving us hell
+All the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells
+But the OG's started chosen
+We busted the hood open
+And my n****s they keep a n**** rollin
+I love ya
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother
+Brunson Ed Lova and my n**** headbussa
+This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST
+This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace
+This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce
+Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too
+For Tony T. my n**** Goola and Project Pat
+This for Lil' Mel off the BL
+For Titus and Timmy, I ain't seen em' in a minute
+This for my n**** Gator on the purple purple spinage
+This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow)
+This for my n**** Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders
+For the families, The Hatches, The Givens
+For the prays they were sending that keep a n**** living
+This for Webbie
+We had that argument that day
+He still came to see me in the hospital the next day
+He must love Me
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou
+End up in penitentiary
+If I tell you that I love you I mean (I meant that n****)
+That ain't this liquor or these pills that's the way a n**** feel on the real
+Hung around the n**** so much we like the same hoes
+Spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes
+On the rode they be wit me city to city
+They watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss s***
+This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down
+This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town
+This for my son tootie that's my lil n****
+And even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya
+Say Que a n**** miss ya and I miss ya peeps (Chicago man)
+Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets
+What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block
+This for my n****s in the cell block (WOW)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+I wanna thank that n**** Pimp C for everythang n****
+All the love believe that
+I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk
+For not quitting on a n****
+Keeping me focus
+Keeping my mind right, all the way right
+My mind right, bread right, whateva
+I wanna thank my family for the prays
+The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT
+That's why I Love ya, One moe time
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)
+
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s)
+And all my n****s love me (they love me)
+Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****)
+Till eternity (for life)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Too Much for You[Intro]
+I'd like to welcome everybody to the Boosie Blues Cafe
+Come in, sit down, have a good time
+And I'ma talk to the first lady I see
+I'ma talk to you, that pretty lady right there
+I'm too much for you
+I'm the bad boy in the movie, man
+I'm too much for you
+I'm a lil' too much
+I'm too much for you
+Boosie Badazz
+I'm too much for you, huh
+
+[Verse]
+I'm Bobby Brown when he had money (I'm lit)
+I'm too much for you (I'm too much for myself)
+I'm James Dean doin' a hundred (I drive fast cars)
+I'm too much for you
+Pac-Man, that pussy have you runnin' (Come here, come here)
+I'm too much for you (Come here)
+This sperm I got'll swell your stomach (I know you heard 'bout them kids)
+Huh, I'm too much for you (I'm too much for you)
+Don't come around if you ain't naked (Tell me, girl, tell me)
+Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?)
+This Boosie love'll have you crazy (Crazy)
+Have you wanna have my baby (Too much for you)
+I make your ex holler mayday (Mayday, I ain't the one to play with)
+I'm too much for you (Too much for you)
+I do that boy like I'm Tay-K (Free Tay-K, check my rap sheet)
+I'm too much for you (Too much for you)
+Mama say I'm too much for these young women
+But Mama, I'm a shark, and I love swimmin'
+And they ready (And they ready, Mama)
+They so ready (They so ready)
+Scorpio is ready (Promise you I'm ready)
+I'm so ready (I'm so ready)
+Blow my mind in the bathroom (Give me head in the bathroom)
+Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?)
+Your mama house in the back room (Your mama house in the back room)
+Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?)
+The balcony at the Fontainebleau (Top floor, lookin' down, gettin' fucked)
+Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?)
+Let me know, baby
+'Cause I want you, baby (I want you right now)
+But it's dangerous, honey
+I want you, baby, huh (I want you, baby)
+But it's dangerous, darling
+Welcome to the Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Semi On Me[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna stack a million
+I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
+I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone
+Keep the semi on
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pussy niggas tryna finish homie
+Talking bout they gonna send the homie
+I'm just tryna make a living get money
+When you gonna tryna take it from me
+I make your momma cry
+Tell me what you gonna do to a nigga
+Make my dick piss blood try to voodoo a nigga
+Throw a cross with my nigga try to shoot, shoot a nigga
+Try to hang out with the help like you cool with a nigga (lord)
+Please control these niggas these bitches
+All these bitches will die (lord)
+Please control my enemies keep these pussy niggas mending me
+(I'm just tryna get to the money man)
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna stack a million
+I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
+I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+[Verse 2]
+We just tryna make a million
+I'm just tryna get a million nigga
+I got a sore nose talk to my ten nigga
+I born in like Denzel nigga
+Badass bitch I got the style
+Nigga I'm the youngest to the cal
+Nigga I'm the youngest in the cal
+Got me setting like a lucky lady
+Bitch it's a brand new year
+You won't see your nigga take out
+I ain't gotta prickle me now
+I can do well with the face out
+I cut me ruler I had to go get to scrap the bottom of all sorts
+I just go flex the rest in the restaurant  and I know that they notice us
+I hop on the rains so making my game
+Go rapping my game, game, game
+I'm straight at the bottom making a right to the top and bang, bang, bang
+I damage the chain nigga I ain't chained
+Who keeping good our promises
+I told my mommy I'm gonna squeeze my soul for breaking my promises
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna stack a million
+I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
+I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+[Verse 3]
+Homicide in the driveway
+Shorty shoulda had a semi on
+Homicide on a Friday
+Just was with the nigga thursday morning
+I've seen a murder money
+I'm just tryna eat around this motherfucker
+Cuz I ain't shit sweet around this motherfucker
+Better take it with you when you leave home nigga
+I better take it wit' you I don't wanna hear about another sad song nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna stack a million
+I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
+I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi on
+Keep the semi onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All That Mixed ’N One[AD LIBS]
+
+I'm all of them mixed n one
+Killin niggas
+
+Boosie Bad Azz nigga
+
+[VERSE 1]
+I'm James Harden on these pussy niggas
+Ty [?] on these rookie niggas
+Like Jigga Man I used to cook it nigga
+Like Snow Man I used to whoop it nigga
+Like Adrian Peterson, I get stronger
+As the game, it get longer
+I like blood red like Game homie
+But I ain't up in no gang homie
+Like Gucci Mane, 20 chains on me
+Like Young Thug, I keep them thangs on me
+My Day 1s, we play for keep
+Like Lil Durk and Young Reek
+They love me up in my city boy like Mr. Fab in tha Bay boy
+Like Snoop Dogg, I blow dat
+Florida love me like Kodak
+
+[HOOK]
+I'm all that and I'm mixed n one
+Talent, ain't missin' none
+Ima keep on shittin' on niggas, keep on shittin' on niggas
+I'm all that and I'm mixed n one
+Talent, ain't missin' none
+Ima keep on shittin' on niggas, Boosie, I'ma keep shittin on niggas
+(Boosie!)
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Bobby Shmurda in my city boy
+D.A hate me, and tha police too
+Got a sweet deal like Chief Keef
+And they can't touch my shows too
+Boy I'm on my T.I. shit
+Clothing line on fire too (Jewelhouse)
+Like Fab nigga, I got my own swag
+And my hair cut on fire too (Boosie fade)
+Like 2Pac, I spit tha real
+So BooPac my nickname
+Swagged out like Eazy E
+I'm like Yo Gotti in my white thang
+Like Meek nigga, I'm from tha streets nigga
+Like Meek nigga, I'm in that Black Rolls
+Like Drake nigga, I got bad bitches
+Run my city like he run Toronto
+Like 2 Chainz I get them bags
+I be on his side, on Old Nat
+Like Trick Daddy, I'm from tha hood
+I'm good there, and I can go back
+Like Rich Homie, I'm rich homie
+Riding round wit' that stick on me
+Sperm strong like P. Diddy
+Like Puff, I love my kids homie
+[HOOK]
+
+[VERSE 3]
+I'm Cam Newton on these fuck niggas
+Smile, and talk shit fo' I truck niggas
+Like Offset, I'm fucked up
+Middle finger like fuck the judge
+Like Rick Ross, I'm a big boss
+Like Kanye, my bitch raw
+Like Weezy dawg, Ima legend dawg
+I been in it 15 years or better dawg
+Big pieces like Busta Rhymes
+Like Remy Ma, don't fuck wit' mine
+Like Stunna nigga, I keep a bankroll
+In Fayetteville, I'm like J. Cole
+Like Big Sean, I'm looked over
+Like DMX, my life like a roller coaster
+I'm probably even bigger than Kendrick up in Oakland
+Nigga Ima menace up in Oakland
+Like NAS nigga, I go off
+Like YG, I'm 400
+Like Plies bitch, I'm at tha Ritz Carlton
+Like Fif, I can do a lot of shit talkin'
+Crips love me like Nipsey nigga
+Like Webbie nigga, I stay tipsy nigga
+Like Floyd nigga, I'm straight G
+I'm bout Choppa City like BG
+[HOOK]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trouble[Intro]
+Trouble on last, oh well
+Here we go again, here we go again, here we go again
+Trouble, always in trouble
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+Always in trouble
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble again)
+Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother)
+Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother)
+But I'm back in trouble (Your son back in trouble)
+Sorry Mama, I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble)
+I can't win for losin' (Can't win for losin')
+I stay in trouble (I been gettin' in trouble a long time)
+Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother)
+Forgive me, Brother (Forgive me, Brother)
+But I'm back in trouble (I'm back in trouble)
+Boosie back in trouble again
+I’m in trouble (I’m in trouble)
+I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I went to prison (I went to the pen, real pen)
+I hurt my mama (Hurt Miss Connie)
+Hurt my fans (Hurt my fans)
+I hurt my children (I hurt them babies and that hurts more than anything)
+When they pointed me out, they counted me out
+The lawyers was high, I wanted to cry
+They took my music (Took all my money, I had to start from scratch)
+The pressure was on, they thought I was gone
+And guess what happened? I was found not guilty (God is good, yes he is, yes he is)
+God, I'm back in trouble, hear me, Lord, I need you
+Caught another charge in prison, I was nickin' (I needed it)
+Needed Actavis, so I called my nigga (Titus and Que)
+Now we in trouble (We in trouble)
+I'm the reason we was messed up
+[Chorus]
+Forgive me, brother (Forgive me, brother)
+You know I love you (You know that love)
+You back in trouble (Back in trouble)
+Who else I was gon’ call but y'all, nigga?
+Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother)
+Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother)
+Your son back in trouble (Boosie back in trouble, yes I am)
+Back in trouble (Back in trouble)
+Stay in trouble (Stay in trouble)
+I'm in trouble (Right now)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I can't get out (I can't go nowhere right now)
+Cross my fingers (Cross my fingers)
+Share my mother (Share my mother)
+Where my Lord? (Where my Lord?)
+Call my Lord (Call Jesus)
+Tell him they tryna put somethin' else on me again
+And I'm back in trouble (You know who you call first)
+Call my mother (Call Miss Connie)
+Tell her I love her (Tell her I love her)
+If I don't be there for her birthday
+Kiss her for me (Y'all kiss her for me)
+'Cause I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble)
+This that struggle
+Me and my girl done made a bag gettin' it in
+Now she in trouble (Anita in trouble)
+Too much trouble (It's too much trouble)
+[Outro]
+I'ma send this out to everybody
+Who trouble seem to find when they ain't lookin' for it (Too much trouble)
+Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
+Always in trouble
+Free Kodak
+I'ma send this out to the mamas
+Who got them hard ass kids (Stay in trouble)
+Always in trouble
+If you had a child stayed in trouble
+You gotta feel this motherfucker right here
+I told C-Murder and BG when they come home
+No more trouble (No more trouble)
+Free Bobby Shmurda, nigga
+Told my mother (Told my mother)
+Told my brother (Told TQ)
+No more troubleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The fam[Lil Boosie]
+I just wanna show the world that I really do this shit
+That I really make quality street music (know what I'm talking about)
+And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
+I just done seen a lot (know what I'm talking about)
+
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga
+
+I got my own voice (blessed), sing my own hooks (blessed)
+Fresh fade nice smile I got my own looks (fresh)
+I just like to make people happy (forreal)
+Four kids I just like being a good daddy (best daddy)
+But I'm a gangster and I rock shows (you ain't seen my shows)
+A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes
+Damn hoes that's a figure of speech
+Get a lot of shit like that when you listen to me
+As for my fans, I love y'all straight up
+Y'all apart of me so when they hate, they hate us
+Money keep a nigga going the better things (house)
+Mane I take it to the bank I don't make it rain (boss)
+But I'm fly like Weezy (waddup Weezy) plus the hood niggas
+Mane they believe me like Jeezy (waddup Jeezy)
+And I just like to have a good time hit the yo
+Smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes
+[Chorus]
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga
+
+[Lil Boosie]
+Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit
+So I can't sugar coat shit not a lil bit
+Inside I'm sad about my daddy
+Since I lost my grams I ain't been given a damn
+But I still hold my head high and sometime I cry
+But when I cry man I don't know why
+I feel trapped to be a superstar (forreal)
+A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it
+And I spend it with no problem
+You don't like badass then that's your problem M.O.B
+Wouldn't give a damn if their hoes holla
+Love cars, love broads with a passion
+I ain't ever had shit so I'm flashin (do yo thing)
+I work hard go and get it on the road seven months
+Runnin seven-fifty off for shows get it
+I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit
+Still got the same hood clique straight up
+
+[Chorus]
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga
+[Webbie]
+I told my teacher to her eyes I'ma make it there
+She ain't even looked surprised gave me
+Another F or a fucking D happy you got a C
+Fuck the world lately, be whatever you wanna be
+Ain't nothing like a strong mind
+And some confidence whenever you step out of line
+It's a consequence we all overseas, we puffin weed
+We'll make you niggas bleed yes in fucking deed
+Seven fourty-seven yelling seven fourty-seven
+On the real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
+The world tried to pull us down but we ain't fuckin let it
+I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it
+That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter
+That seizure shit crazy, shout out to the hospital
+Rest in peace ma I'ma be on TV (watch)
+Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family
+
+[Chorus]
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
+We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit
+My nigga you gotta feel it lil niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck the Night Away[Intro]
+Come here, man, why you actin' like that?
+Come here, man, stop actin' like that
+
+[Chorus]
+I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Don't need that burden from you, baby
+I'm yearnin' from you, baby
+Your love so hard to duplicate
+I don't wan' fight, I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special
+My love so hard to duplicate
+
+[Verse 1]
+I just wan' fuck the night away, ayy
+2 o'clock the A, ayy
+I promise you I'm ready, lil' mama
+I can eat the plate (Plate)
+Make you feel great (Great)
+Eat it like a lesbian, straight drama (Drama)
+The love you give to me (Me)
+I bring out your freak (Can't you see?)
+We connected, lil' mama
+Girl, I don't want to beef (Beef)
+I'd rather rub your feet (Feet)
+Girl, I want you naked in front me
+[Chorus]
+I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Don't need that burden from you, baby
+I'm yearnin' from you, baby
+Your love so hard to duplicate
+I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special
+My love so hard to duplicate
+
+[Verse 2]
+I just wan' lay you down tonight, make you feel good (Yes)
+Have some sloppy sex like when we first met (You remember?)
+Like when we used to sneak and fuck on the city bus
+You think that we can top that night we did that ecstacy?
+Goddamn, we 'bout to really fuck (We 'bout to really fuck)
+Lock your fingers, wrap your legs around (Man)
+Fuck me good like you don't never want this dick to leave (Dick to leave)
+I don't wan' argue with you, please (Please)
+And from the heart, this all I need (This all I need)
+
+[Chorus]
+I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Don't need that burden from you, baby
+I'm yearnin' from you, baby
+Your love so hard to duplicate
+I just wan' fuck the night away
+No more fallin' in love again
+Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special
+My love so hard to duplicate
+[Verse 3]
+Set you on the kitchen counter, lil' mama
+Can you take it on the counter?
+Wash you in the shower, straight drownin'
+Bend you over in the shower
+2 o'clock the A, ayy
+Girl, you my lil' bae (Oh, that's bae)
+And we connected, lil' mama
+I can eat the plate (Damn)
+Make you feel great (Yeah)
+Eat it like a lesbian, straight drama
+
+[Outro]
+You already know (We fuckin')
+All night (We fuckin', we fuckin')
+No more fallin' in love again (We fuckin')
+Don't need that burden from you, baby (We fuckin')
+I'm yearnin' from you, baby (We fuckin')
+Your love so hard to duplicate (We fuckin')
+Fuck the night awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+War Stories[Intro]
+Andre on the beat
+You and I got war stories
+Bitch
+Ride for you, nigga?
+Yes
+We got war stories, me and you, man
+Me and you, nigga
+You don't wanna go there
+Nah, nah
+Niggas don't want no war
+I'll ride with you, I'll die for you
+I'll be someone you really need
+You don't want no war
+I'll ride with you, I'll die for you
+Don't fuck around, stop playin'
+
+[Chorus]
+Introduce you to these war stories
+War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories)
+War stories (War stories), nigga
+I ride for you in them war stories
+War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories)
+Man, them war stories (War stories), busta
+
+[Verse 1]
+Caught me slippin', shit, me and Kirb and we had to bang it out (Busta)
+Thought I was hit, glass from the window all in my fuckin' mouth (Busta)
+One month later, all out the window I had to air it out (Haa)
+Had to show these niggas I'm 'bout what I be talkin' 'bout
+I was just sixteen, I kept a rod all the time
+Beefin' with the other side, at midnight, I let it fly (Cha)
+All this war behind I, love that boy and I got 'em (Straight up)
+I went and got them boys who got 'em, and they out their bottom
+Same street lil G hit, I led, you 'posed to follow
+Instead of puttin' you on game, shit, them niggas put you on powder
+Be no tellin' the ways them people on us every hour
+Never sneak a real nigga, you supposed to sneak a coward, nigga
+[Chorus]
+War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories)
+War stories
+I ride for you in them war stories
+War stories, too many war stories
+I ride for you
+
+[Verse 2]
+Sixteen I was a GI Joe for the G-I chain, rockin' FUBU
+Had a problem with banks, talkin', "That lil' nigga new-new"
+Kinda crazy, 'cause my cousin front bangers, that nigga foo-foo
+Now my cousin friend said our cousin could get the shit, too
+Free Lil' Mook and free my cousin Foo, they both on that river
+They war stories ain't got no filters, they some cold-blooded niggas
+They say we wasn't 'posed to hit 'em, I say he shouldn't have been with 'em
+Say, "I don't know, how you trippin'?", say, "I ain't gon' stop 'til I get 'em"
+Fred just got shot, heard his only thought was like, "I'm stuck in the middle"
+'Cause Paul is my fuckin' dog and Bobby, that's my nigga
+Why he did it? He want attention, he's a sucka-ducka
+Couple years later, I caught a murder charge (For who?)
+For my baby mama brother
+
+[Chorus]
+War stories, war stories
+War stories
+I ride for you, we got war stories
+War stories (War stories), too many war stories (War stories)
+I ride for you
+Alright, look, war
+[Verse 3]
+Remember, we got blunted, popped a bottle to that nigga? (War)
+Waited 'til he came home, played possum on that nigga (War)
+Remember when we had them pineapples, but was scared to throw them bitches? (War)
+Do you remember when my main man turned to my main witness?
+Damn, huh
+War stories
+Me and B got war stories
+For real
+Nigga, like that
+YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hoe[Intro]
+You's a ho, you’s a ho
+You's a ho, bitch, you already know
+Boy, you's a ho, you’s a ho
+You's a ho
+
+[Verse 1]
+You need to sit when you piss, you old pussy ass bitch
+If you ain't ridin' with your stick, bitch, you're hit, we don't give a damn
+You be talkin' to these hoes, these hoes don't get you slammed
+These pistols don’t fucking jam, they on fire, NBA Jam
+You been pussy since elementary (Pussy ass nigga)
+Scared of pussy since elementary while we was duckin’ detention
+Not to mention our heart don't pump the fuckin’ same blood, I swear to God
+You a misdemeanor, I'm a murder charge
+My head ain't got no screws in this bitch
+What you wan' do in this bitch?
+Fuck your car, we shoot the roof off that bitch
+Swing and hit two in that bitch
+Since you tried, it’s suicide
+It's you or I and ain't no pussy nigga finna kill me
+
+[Chorus]
+You's a ho (Yeah, I said it), you's a ho (You's a ho)
+You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho (Bitch, you already know)
+I know you, nigga, you's a ho (You's a bitch)
+You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho
+I'm lookin' for you, bitch
+Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy
+Here pussy, pussy (Where you at, nigga? I'm lookin' for you, ho)
+Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy (Where you at?)
+Here pussy, pussy (Swing on you niggas like)
+[Verse 2]
+Where that boy? Where that boy?
+Rap about him, disrespect that boy, check that boy
+Fuck a brother, man, we beat that charge, ho eat that charge
+This motherfucker got a thirty in it, show me my next victim, I swear to God
+That nigga dead (That nigga dead), 'cause I sweared to God (Sweared to God)
+That I would hurt his ass
+I swear to God I murked his ass
+Serve his ass, shoot him anywhere, I'm talkin' purge his ass
+And throw away the bloody murder rag
+
+[Chorus]
+We done just killed a ho (Yeah, I said it), you's a ho (You's a ho)
+You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho (Bitch, you already know)
+I know you, nigga, you's a ho (You's a bitch)
+You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho
+I'm lookin' for you, bitch
+Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy
+Here pussy, pussy (Where you at, nigga? I'm lookin' for you, ho)
+Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy (Where you at?)
+Here pussy, pussyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m on My Way[Verse 1]
+On my way to Mississippi (I love Mississippi)
+Where everybody love me like whiskey (Everybody love Boosie in Mississippi)
+On my way to Alabama (On my way to Alabama)
+Had to stop in Louisiana
+To get the right hot sauce with my chicken (Woo, woo)
+Tomorrow is Milwaukee (Tomorrow is Milwaukee)
+Where the girls ain't talkin’ (Girls ain't talkin')
+After that, Kentucky
+Where all the fine white girls love me (Listen Jane, listen Jane)
+On the way to cut the food (On the way to cut the food)
+On the way to sing the blues
+Got a brand new shirt, got some brand new shoes
+Girl, I’m on my way to you (My way to you)
+
+[Chorus]
+On my way (On my way)
+On my way (On my way)
+On my way (Lord, girl)
+On my way
+Won't be long now ('Cause I'm on my way)
+Won't be long now ('Cause I'm comin' right now)
+Won’t be long now (’Cause I'm on my way)
+’Cause I'm on my way
+
+[Verse 2]
+Jumped on the airplane (I looked out the window)
+It never rains in Southern California
+How it looks from the airplane (It looks from the airplane)
+Told Sidney I'm on my way (Woo)
+Told her no molly in them three (Woo)
+Leave LA and hit the A (Woo)
+I'm on my way to the Flame (Woo)
+Dallas, Texas know my name (Woo)
+They favorite thing was my flame (Woo)
+Need to go and pay a visit (Woo)
+But I can’t get out of Houston (Woo, woo)
+[Chorus]
+On my way (Promise you, girl)
+On my way
+On my way
+On my way (On my way)
+Won't be long now
+Won't be long now
+Won't be long now
+'Cause I'm on my way
+
+[Outro]
+On my way to Mississippi
+Love Mississippi
+On my way to Mississippi
+Everybody love me like whiskey
+On my way to Alabama
+Love Alabama
+Had to stop in Louisiana
+To get the right hot sauce with my chicken
+Krispy Kreme, I'm on my way
+Blue Store, I'm on my way
+Man it's nice, on my way
+Debbie Kruger, on my way
+Won't be long now
+Be long now
+On my wayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+HarlemI'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem
+Cocky like I'm from Harlem
+Niggas showin' me love, like Rich Porter in Harlem
+I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem
+
+I'm cocky like I'm from Harlem
+I'm cocky like I'm from Harlem
+Ride low on the Forgi's
+Top down, feelin' stardom
+Ballin', feelin' like Jordan
+I got on the new Jordans,  my whole clique, pussy bitch
+They got on the new Jordans
+We retarded, we livin' large now, Rich Porter
+I came so far now, this is how we roll
+We play the backseat, we chauffered like big dogs
+We don't drive no cars now
+We used to move blow, we know the snakes now, (Who?)
+Alpo
+They say I got a oldschool swag like a Harlem nigga
+But I'd never do what Nicky did to them Harlem niggas
+Clothes, liquor, headphones, I want it all my nigga
+Keep a bad ass bitch with some high ass heels
+Word around, they gon' do me like Ace and shit
+Hard to kill, bitch, you better have Matrix clips
+
+I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem, swish
+Watch, bright, gold chain
+Cocky like I'm from Harlem, swish
+Top down, feelin' stardom
+Niggas showin' me love, like Rich Porter in Harlem
+I'm go-and-get it like a Harlem nigga
+Shittin' on you like a Harlem nigga
+Man, I put it in your face (take that) like a Harlem nigga
+Me and my niggas drippin' wet like some Harlem niggas
+I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem
+I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem
+Comin' through in the foreigns, me and my brother Taquari
+Name my nephew Harlem
+Is what I name my nephew
+Probably gon' ice the lil nigga up 'fore he turn 2
+Smokin' that Diesel, I be smokin' that Diesel
+This shit come from my people
+Uptown in them Bs, (shoutout to Gym, nigga)
+Ballin', hope you knowin' that we play above the rim, nigga
+Steppin' in Guiseppes, fuckin' right, I paid a grip, nigga
+I got Pimp C pussy in the back of the 'lac
+30 chains on with the 30-30 to match
+Frank Lucas, got the coat with the hat to match
+This my Thursday car, nigga,  yeeah , I'm ballin' like that
+I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem
+I'm ballin' outta control, nigga
+Top back, no shirt,  cocky like I'm from Harlem
+Top down, all my niggas show me love 'round this bitch
+Rich Porter in Harlem, swish
+I'm a special kinda nigga, swish
+I go get the money and I put it in they face
+In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem
+In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem
+Ballin'
+In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem
+In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem
+I can't help that I'm ballin', I'm a fuckin' globetrotter
+Pimp your momma, she let me, I'm 'bout every damn dollar
+Don't ask the price on my wrist, you lil hoes can't afford it
+Cocky like I'm from Harlem, nigga, fuck being humble
+Gold rope to match my beadies, niggas hate when they see me
+We on tour they say we switched up cuz they barely even see me
+Whole clique got chains, this ain't come from Johhny Dang
+Ice my neck put them crystals on my neck like 'cain
+You can't help but to see us, my whole team they like bosses
+Order steak at Ruth's Chris, ate Mc D in the foreigns
+Gon' be more when we flossin, in the south, this ain't Harlem
+We gon' stunt in our section, nigga, break out the bottles
+These hoes love me like I'm Keith Sweat up in Harlem,.
+New wave like I'm ASAP up in Harlem
+Oldschool dipset shit like Harlem
+Same dream, different hustle, nigga we just went to [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+4, 3, 2, 14,3,2,1
+
+[BOOSIE] Verse 1
+I got a hustle that's unmatchable
+A swag that can't be touched
+I got real blood diamonds
+Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed
+Every thang I spit be sick
+So I dun fucked tha world up
+Got respect across the world
+But I don't never get enough
+Trigger finger soft as tissue
+Boy, lil' boy don't call my bluff
+I got bitches like Delicious
+Squirt when they catch a nut
+I got Polo on my body
+Red bottoms on my feet
+I got bitches in Milwaukee
+Detroit, all tha way to Flint
+I got kush like Wiz, so you know a nigga lit
+Came out tha pussy bout my biz so I gotta represent
+In tha cage full of rage
+And now it's time to vent
+They took Lil Bleek away from me
+So now it's time to sin huh
+[HOOK]
+4,3,2,1
+
+Realest nigga at this shit
+
+[VERSE 2]
+I got deals on tha table
+And they talkin big ol' money
+Time to do some big ol' stuntin'
+Hit tha ground, and keep runnin'
+Real shit back so won't you hear it now
+Got all my real niggas in heaven
+Smilin', lookin' down
+This for my niggas in tha kitchen mane
+Who cookin' now
+Nigga got that charge
+Who sittin' in central booking now
+Mane they say 2Pac back
+I'm tha closet, hands down
+But I don't rap beef
+Say sumin' bout me
+You gon' get laid down
+I never switch
+I took my lick and I laid down
+So many shitted on ya boy
+But they gon' pay now
+And I'm tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town
+Nothing but Boosie when they ride
+When they ride 'round
+That crack music nigga
+I go hard nigga
+
+It's so addictive, explicit
+Contagious
+Talk about lickin', killin in these streets
+I'm so outrageous
+I'm a army by myself
+I put labels on my back
+I put candy on my whip
+And I put paper on a rat
+Got a gift to touch some hearts
+And Im gon' thank tha man for that
+These couple years been hard
+But bitch I'm almost back
+I like 'em thick
+I like 'em slim
+I like 'em just right fine
+I like my head slow motion
+And look in my eyes
+Minor setback for a major comeback
+You know I wasn't lying
+If I ain't fuck yo bitch
+You know I wasn't tryin'
+My secret weapon Iviona
+And she top of tha line
+Learned tha business up in prison
+Im on top of my grind
+My circle small
+Cuz half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder
+Ready to get back to the streets
+And light that 1st degree purple
+Promised my niggas in the pen
+I was gon' touch and act a beast
+They ain't comin' like I'm comin'
+Now tha game belong to me
+Don't want Bobby by tha pound
+I don't want Whitney by tha key
+I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me
+Yo girl a freak
+She ate my meat, and ya'll married
+Ratchet
+No more walkin' round wit 50 g's
+Plastic
+Got a BB shirt on wit' her hair down
+Jazzy
+A hundred grand a night
+Fuckin' right
+I'm still happy 2x
+Tote a packEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Want Me[Verse 1:]
+Back in the ghetto, be real or be wanted
+I have done bad
+I hurt all my lovers
+Stop hanging with nigga
+These niggas be funny
+Had to sit down and see who are my hommie
+I’m talking to Vital
+Boy send me some taco
+From in the pack Imma run now
+It’s nachos, don’t trust me nigga
+I don’t really love these bitches
+I’m focused on my riches
+What you tryna get little nigga, ugh
+What you want a bet a little brick
+Got a annoying  nigga keep a good ticket
+Trap in the cab and my bitch stay tripping
+I’m getting that money, have no time to listen
+I’m not gonna pack up like us on the list
+
+[Chorus:]
+My matching designer make these bitches want me
+Might try park her up on this but this ain’t my corner
+The way I’m finest make they really want me
+And when the pack touch down
+I’ll make her really want it
+I know she really want me [x2]
+I know she really want me
+They really want me
+I know she really want me [x2]
+I know they really want me [x2]
+[Verse 2:]
+She think I’m gonna make her rich
+Just conversation in dick
+I cannot trod with a hoes
+Honestly that’s how it goes
+Momma been told me that woman would trap me
+So you better strap it down nigga, for real
+Cause now that a walk in a place
+I want to grab the baddest bitch in the building
+Toes hurting
+I be chasing commons
+Please think before a nigga run up
+Hit my line about a random thirty
+When they look they want the anaconda
+Tuti Fruti got damn Judy
+If she got a nigga
+Then you might be loosing
+Risk game make the vision blurry
+She don’t even care how a nigga looking
+Fuck with a kid like that
+Like a nigga I thought her
+These niggas garbage is basically litter
+Put you back down and toss you like a flipper
+You not a rapper please don’t let me get you
+Stunting is  behind me but that is expected
+It’s gone by the time these bitches get naked
+All you might do for you and your family
+I know that you really want me shorty
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Christmas List[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Yeah
+Playboy on the beat
+What up, Lucci, nigga?
+We gon' talk on this bitch about how we live for Christmas
+What we gon' get our little girls and shit
+How we livin', you know what I'm sayin'?
+Straight up, nigga
+Ain't nothin' like bein' able to take care of your people
+Look out for motherfuckers
+Straight up
+
+[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
+Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah
+Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah
+Told Frida Reed ain't no more strugglin' (No strugglin')
+At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly)
+At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes)
+Whole house loaded, plus the kids' accounts loaded (They loaded)
+Plus my brother got a kid, so that's a blessin' (Yeah, yeah)
+Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey
+I don't even know how we gon' sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah)
+I don't even know where we gon' begin, this shit here hectic, yeah
+And I pray this shit don't never end, this shit a blessin', yeah
+I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang)
+Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh)
+And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey)
+Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey)
+Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey)
+And now y'all got your whole life made (Life made)
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+I just wanna be with my family for Christmas (Yay, yay)
+We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas (Yay, yay)
+I'm gon' get what they askin' for Christmas (Of course, mayne)
+My kids live lavish for Christmas, we all gang
+Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, I bought another chain
+Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain
+Everybody same way, everybody gettin' paid (Yeah)
+Everybody gettin' paid, everybody Christmas paid (Ayy)
+Nigga, I'm gon' get some more guns
+Merry Christmas, I'm livin' like a coke don
+Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done
+If I die tonight, at least I had fun
+Real nigga merry Christmas
+
+[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
+Christmas meant for me we couldn't go to bed, homie (I couldn't)
+Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn't get it)
+We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace)
+I'm lit like candlelight and I'm in that same bag Santa got (On God)
+Might celebrate with Boosie, get it poppin' (Poppin')
+I'm stuffin' all kinda drugs in my Christmas stockin' (Be quiet)
+When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shoppin' (I swear)
+But now I'm up, and yeah, I'm rich, nigga
+All my niggas stealin' like The Grinch, nigga
+Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon' wrap him up like a gift nigga
+And I been eatin' good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga
+Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas
+Rich Homie, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Problem[Intro]
+Boosie Badazz
+Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
+Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
+
+[Chorus]
+Look like we got a problem (We got a problem)
+Problem (Like we got a problem)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you)
+And that's a problem (And that's your problem)
+Look like we got a problem (We got a problem)
+Problem (Lil' mama)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you)
+Can't be playin' with you (Nah, I can't be playin')
+
+[Verse 1]
+I gotta get to the money (Gotta get to the money)
+Money (I gotta get paid)
+Go be broke just layin' with you (Gonna be broke, bitch)
+Can't be broke just layin' with you (What you gon' say then?)
+I got kids by the hundreds
+Got kids by the hundreds (All these kids)
+And baby, they come for you (I gotta keep it real)
+They always gon' come for you, I love my crew (Yeah)
+Four shows every week, girl you know what's up (What's up)
+If you ain't flyin' out to meet, how we gonna cut?
+I got money on my mind, I'm a true hustler (True hustler)
+I ain't got time, or baby girl, I could do for you
+[Chorus]
+Look like we got a problem (Aw shit)
+Problem (Looks like we got a problem)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (Time ain't on my hand)
+And that's a problem (And that's your problem)
+Look like we got a problem (Like we got a problem)
+Lil' mama (Lil' mama)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (I'm sorry)
+Can't be playin' with you
+
+[Verse 2]
+I do shows every weekend (Every weekend)
+Gettin' money (Gettin' that bag)
+I'm a daddy on the weekdays (I'm a good ass daddy)
+One hundred (One, one hundred)
+Diabetes freed my day right up though
+Stickin' needles in my stomach (Take my time over here)
+All this stuff every day
+Where's the time for a woman? (I'm tryin', but fuck)
+Today I'm goin' to the bank (I'm goin' to the bank)
+I just wanna get away (I just wanna get away)
+I ain't pickin' up the A (I ain't pickin' up the phone)
+No pussy, not today
+I'm gettin' money, man, I'm straight
+
+[Chorus]
+That's a problem (That's a problem we got)
+Problem (That's a problem)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (Nah)
+And that's a problem (And that's my problem)
+She say we got a problem (She say we got a problem)
+Lil' mama (Ooh, we got a problem)
+Time ain't on my hands for you (Nah)
+I can't be playin' with you and layin' with you
+[Post-Chorus]
+That's a problem
+That's a problem
+Can't be layin' with you
+That's a problem
+That's a problem
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm tryna grind for you, provide for you (You're always talkin' shit)
+I can't do that if I'm layin' with you and playin' with you (I can't come up layin' in the bed)
+When we together it's a smile on you (You know that)
+'Cause I know it ain't much time with you (That's my problem)
+Probably need more time with you (Time with you)
+Girl I'm on tour 'round here all summer (Damn)
+I'm gon' be gone all summer (Damn)
+Go to Baton Rouge, that's the time for my mama (Damn)
+And then I'm comin' for my mama (Damn)
+Gotta show love to the motherfuckin' homies (Love the homies, nigga)
+Yeah yeah
+Even if you leave, man, I still got the homies (Girl, I still got my homies)
+Yeah yeah
+
+[Outro]
+Say my niggas, they a problem, haha (Yeah)
+She mad at mine, ooh, layin' with you, problem
+Problem, lil' mama
+Problem, time for youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+For my Lil niggasIntro:]
+Lil nigga, lil nigga (for my), lil nigga (for my)
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga with a big ole pistol
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Four deep in a cut dawg, with a big ole pistol
+We don't drive-by, we walk by, we tiptoe niggas
+A Glock and a fo'-five will kill fo' niggas
+Fuck yo niggas, my niggas cut throat niggas, believe that
+Dead niggas, dead bitches, this is homicide
+And I want know who gon ride for that south side
+I bleed pain, take pain to another level
+The last nigga got burnt fuckin with my chedda
+Too much weed and codein fucked up my attitude
+Any nigga in my way, I put this gat on you
+I speak the truth, not a booth that's my best friend
+It keep beatin and his other friends comin in
+Blowin money ain't shit so I'm quick to spit
+And you know I'm hollin' self defense
+Since Ivy got killed, it's been serious
+I ain't smilin with no nigga, I'm puttin that pop on a nigga
+Baton Rouge sick with it
+This shit ain't a game boy, shoulda stayed on yo game boy
+These streets ain't a game boy, I knock out ya frame boy
+My niggas ain't playin boy
+They slanging iron behind this building
+[Hook:]
+This for my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go
+For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Loco turn me up this kickin in
+You can disrespect my mind and feel this mack-10
+Black phantom full of hoes, bitch we knock off bosses
+Catch ya issue around here, we don't take no losses
+Niggas pickin on a lil nigga, words from a real nigga
+Get ya steel nigga, and deal with em
+For that lil nigga up the road up in beast mode
+Don't win em all but everytime that lil nigga roll
+One shot from my cousin Donkey, that lil nigga cold
+He ain't gon sugar coat shit, he gon let em go
+Pyru you betta let em know where I was raised at
+I'm just a ghetto child tryin to make it
+'fore they take me, mamaaa
+I'm sorry for the pain I brung, but
+Niggas out here tryna kill ya son
+So I gotta keep it, fuck the 5, I can beat it
+Why them lil niggas out here tryna beefin
+I do it for my
+[Hook:]
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go
+For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go
+
+[Verse 3:]
+13, 14, 15, 16, 17 they ready, 18 they deadly
+Project livin, ain't neva had a daddy
+Quick ta bust ya head, and take the rims off ya Caddy
+Lil niggas got them hoes, lil niggas keep a roll
+Lil niggas still lil niggas even when they old
+Lil Bleek, Lil Junior, Bad Azz, ice cold
+Threesomes everynight, fuck it, let the dice roll
+They like boosie, betta talk to em they kickin up dust
+Niggas robbin all the cells, got the hood fucked up
+Shiiit, wat Ima tell 'em I was in they situation
+Jack a bitch with no hesitation, bare-faced nigga
+If ya small ya gotta have a big heart
+Don't take no shorts, niggas take it too far
+Lil niggas 'cross the world, you know who ya are
+Stand up for ya rights, put that thang in they life, boom
+[Hook:]
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go
+For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+With a big ole pistol
+Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus
+Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Insecure and Beautiful[Intro]
+Girl, you a ten (Girl, you a ten)
+You and all your friends (You and all your girls)
+Girl, you a ten, ten, ten, ten (Say what? Look)
+
+[Chorus]
+Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that (Girl, you bad like that)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know, do you?)
+Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now, girl)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you? (Boosie Badazz)
+
+[Verse 1]
+And girl, I know beauty (Girl, I know beauty)
+Girl, you so beautiful (Girl, you so beautiful)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know)
+You don't know, do you? (You just don't know)
+'Cause he don't talk to you (He don't talk to you)
+He don't tell you you the baddest thing in the whole club
+And when he call to you (When he call to you)
+He always tryna argue, he ain't tryna show you love
+But girl, you so beautiful
+I'm 'bout the cake
+If he ain't tell you, girl, well girl, you lookin' great
+I want you in my world real soon, never late
+Fuck a date, I could come and get you in an i8
+Singin' to myself
+[Chorus]
+Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that (Girl, you bad like that, girl)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know, do you?)
+Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you? (Don't even know, do you?)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You a bad lil' thing, I'm a bad lil' man
+We can hook up at the game, do some bad lil' things
+I'm gon' throw on these Guccis, you gon' throw on these frames
+We gon jump on these planes and stay fly
+And girl, you so beautiful (Yeah, yeah)
+All your toes beautiful (Yeah, yeah)
+You make your clothes beautiful (Yeah, yeah)
+You 'bout your bag, girl, all your soul beautiful (Yeah, yeah)
+She ain't felt this good in a long time (Long time)
+She ain't let her hair down in a long time (A long time)
+She ain't been told she was bad in a long time
+But girl you bad long time (Long time)
+
+[Chorus]
+Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know)
+Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now)
+But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?)
+But you don't know, do you?
+[Outro]
+Ayy, take your hair out that ponytail, man
+You bad, I like it like that
+Lil' boobies matter too, shit
+I like that ass, I like that lil' assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Round My CityRidin' round my city 4x
+
+[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ]
+White chalks and black outs
+We be dyin' so young
+Murder rate chasin' tha birth rate
+In this city I'm from (Yeah nigga)
+Fingerprints all on tha duck tape
+And his palm on tha gun
+That's what they told him, but they lied
+And that nigga, he sung
+Where I'm from, cum thicker than blood
+Niggas turn on they thug
+Get in they ear, these niggas turn on tha plug
+I'm from tha mud where it get funky
+Ride or die, me & Donkey
+Promise boy, you don't want it
+Don't [?] why, we walk up on ya
+In my city, they ride or die
+Boys off H and 11-5, lil' nigga strapped ain't scared to die
+Make you ask me where I'm from huh
+It's bigger than dis crawfish
+I'm tellin' you it's raw shit
+Baton Rouge Vs Everybody
+Bet Baton Route murked everybody nigga
+[HOOK]
+Ridin' round my city 2x
+They ridin' round my city
+Ridin' round my city 3x
+They ridin' round my city
+Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride
+Ridin' round my city 2x
+They ridin' round my city
+Ride round they city
+They ride round my city 3x
+Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride
+
+[VERSE 2: Snootie Wild]
+North Memphis where I bang at, hang at
+Nigga get wrong, leave him dead on tha pavement
+Dread head affliate, nigga I'm a shotta
+Hot like pasta, all black like tha mobsta
+Hatas ain't loyal, bitches ain't loyal
+Tha bitch fuck ya best friend, he workin' wit' them boys (Damn)
+Now you need a lawyer
+Couple money orders
+Tha streets used to love ya, but now they don't know ya
+Ain't no pity in gangsta city, oh lordy
+Murder, murder, murder what them young niggas knowin'
+Ima OG, so Im gon' have to show ya
+Fuck it, I'll die tryin'
+Why a nigga show 'em why I
+[HOOK] with AD LIBS TIL' THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Do Da Dash[Chorus:]
+I run and I check up
+I got to go get it I’m chasing that bad
+Nothing but twenties and fifties and hundreds are stuck in my stash
+I promise my mama, I got to see how much it is in the cash
+I got the pedal to the medal
+Bitch I be doing it dash
+I’m doing it dash (doing it dash) [x2]
+I’m running my check up
+I gotta go do it
+I’m doing it dash
+I’m doing it dash (doing it dash) [x2]
+I promise my mama I got to see how much
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Running, I’m running
+I’m running my check up
+Check up (check up)
+I’m talking twenties,fifties and hundreds
+I collect them at Heather
+She told me oh my gosh, I guess I am pressured
+I guess this bitch is by my side so she know I’m Nessa
+Shout out to my CEO I swear that boy just blessed us
+Dirty dance, I just hit my peak and risk a nigga
+Blink
+Told my momma no more problems
+What we got to stress for
+Told my family I got them
+I got book in extra
+I gotta get it, stay limit in every city
+Every time I’m spending Gucci,Louis, Prada, Fendi
+Talking twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds, twenties, fifties
+Never do the limit
+Never ever do the limit
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Gotta speed up on them niggas
+Zooming through the city, doing a hundred and fifty
+Fuck 12
+Middle fingers to the pork, Officer Piggy (oink, oink)
+Gotta committed, committed to only my dollars and benzes
+I’m focusing on robots
+Rose Rouses, drivers in Bentleys
+Collect every pennies
+The hustle up in me I’m doing my job
+My bitch be nagging, so Imma cop me some Louis Vuitton
+Your bitch so nasty she work magic when she use her tongue
+And I toss her, just imagine where I shoot the come
+I tell a broke nigga Imma go and get it
+Told my niggas to stay loyal
+And they going with me, come on
+Told my loyal bitch my story and they going with it
+I won’t never do the limit
+Never do the limit
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Southside Superstar[Hook (3x)]
+Southside superstar, fours on the trap car
+Throw it up to your bitch and ask her what it sitting for
+
+[Verse]
+I told y’all this time around, it’s gonna be crazy, homie
+I’m a southside superstar, everybody loving me
+Visit my smile, I’m hot while I be on BET
+Charger with the Hemi seats, Boosie got many freaks
+And I’m the newest superstar in the industry
+Money out the window, nothing but purple indo
+Celebrity, man, but I keep it real with my kinfolk
+Before I was a rapstar, Boosie was a trapstar
+Way before the rap, feds had my phone tapped now
+I’m everywhere from the backyard to the Awards, you can bet I’m there
+Shining like a motherfucking chandelier
+Little children can’t even talk, spelling my name
+They be like B-O-O, I done fucked up the game
+
+[Hook (3x)]
+Southside superstar, fours on the trap car
+Throw it up to your bitch and ask her what it sitting forEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Watch emCamp! K Camp
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+(Big Fruit)
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money
+My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing
+I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed
+You have fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh
+Everything I touch turn gold
+I'mma winner
+Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig her
+You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
+They gone tell you Boosie badazz
+Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash
+7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich
+I can't help how you feel
+'Cause you feel how you feel
+I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real
+6 different hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year
+Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad)
+Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's
+Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Queen of Trill I'm gettin' cash
+My own crib, my own car
+Sittin' back, gettin' money bags
+I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark
+Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off
+That navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar
+Them trap niggas they love me
+Them whack bitches bow down to me
+'Cause ain't none of them hoes above me
+I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad
+You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag
+See me in the whip, like deuces
+Go hang ya self y'all nuisance
+We turnt up, we turnt out
+My liquor straight, no juices
+Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera
+Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real
+You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money
+That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'
+Six twelves, old schooled that bitch, sound like a band don't it?
+It sit up like a man don't it, I spent them bands on it
+We get hoes, then we fuck, they gon' brag on it
+You can talk that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya
+Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance song
+Oh that ain't nothin', you should see her with no pants on
+I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long
+But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long
+And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her
+See that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feel
+Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Show 'em you real
+Lately, I've been gettin' money
+I can't help how you feelEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+That’s Mama[Intro]
+I'ma send this song to all the beautiful mothers across the world tonight
+High and low, far and near
+Now I'ma send this to this one mother
+My mother, Miss Connie, love her to death
+All the stuff I done put you through, no song repays for it out there
+But I tried
+For you, Mama
+
+[Chorus]
+This for Mama, that woman
+This for Mama, that woman
+When he was gone we had Mama
+Just that woman
+All alone, me and Mama
+This for Mama (Love you, Mama), huh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Kissin' me and huggin' me, huh
+That's Mama, that's Mama
+Always tryna fuss with me
+That's Mama, yeah, that's Mama
+Without you there would be no me (Without you)
+Without Mama, huh (Without Mama)
+Gave me my bottle (Protected me)
+Made sure I swallowed (Raised me)
+Raised me and that bottle, huh
+Me, TQ, and Mama (Me, TQ, and Mama)
+Always at my games (Always at my games)
+I know I'm gon' see Mama (Know I'm gon' see Mama)
+Workin' two jobs a week, just so we eat, huh
+That's Mama (That's my Mama, yeah)
+They tried to shit on my fame
+Who spoke up for my name? (She did)
+My mama, huh
+[Chorus]
+This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman)
+This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman)
+When he was gone we had Mama (When he was gone we had Mama)
+Just that woman (Put your hands up if you love your mama)
+All alone, me and Mama (Mama)
+This for Mama
+
+[Verse 2]
+Her cigarettes and her lighter, huh
+Slow down, Mama (Please slow down, Mama)
+Always readin' that Bible (Always readin' those words, huh)
+God help Mama (God, help Mama)
+I'm back in trouble, she cried (Boose in trouble again, huh)
+Don't cry, Mama
+My friends, they keep on dyin' (My friends, they keep on dyin', dyin')
+I ask Mama, why, Mama? (I ask Mama)
+No more askin' for no favors (we ain't gotta ask cheaper for nothin' no more
+We straight now, Mama, we straight)
+No more askin' for no rides (No more askin' for no rides
+Motherfuckers ain't wanna give me a ride)
+You see me now, Ma, you can smile (You see me now, Ma, you smile
+Hope you happy, 'cause yesterday I saw you)
+You ain't smiled in a while (Like you ain't smiled in a while, Connie, huh)
+This for you, Mama, this for you
+[Chorus]
+This for Mama (I love Mama), that woman (I love that woman)
+This for Mama (Love Mama), that woman (Ooh, I love that woman)
+When he was gone we had Mama (Daddy was gone, we called Mama)
+Just that woman (Just that woman)
+All alone, me and Mama (Yeah, all alone, me and Mama)
+This for Mama (This for that woman, Connie)
+
+[Interlude]
+In the pen, she can't feed me (In the pen, she can't feed me)
+My mama, my mama
+Brought my kids every time (Brought my kids every time)
+My mama, my mama
+Her and my lawyer on the TV (Who that lady is right there, actin' like that?)
+That's my mama (That's my mama)
+My soldier, my soldier
+
+[Outro]
+This for my mama
+This a special song 'cause
+Everybody ain't got no mama
+Straight up
+MamaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+FireNow i know it's been a long time since a muthafucka done made a good song about reefa
+And who better for you to handle this then the "T" The numba one analyst on the cannabis sativa
+Go and get a pillow and a cigerillo if i know it's the killa i'm yellin roll one up joe
+Open the backwood up trippin on me cause i was sloppy i better get fucked up though
+I be smokin 4 diffrent kinds of kush its the best of me especially the purple and the og
+But ya'll might call it the granddad better saver it and take a pull slowly
+Eye lids low ain't no doubt about it that somebodys gon peep me
+Go ahead and ride i think i'mma chill because i'm kinda sleepy
+Me and my niggas in my crew will get into it now we be at odds hardly
+Cause we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley
+Me a rock to the reggae music whenever me feel the spliff workin
+Kill off in any rudeboy if ya take away my herb its da earth sin
+Chorus
+Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire)
+Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro)
+Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher)
+And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2
+
+Smell good,let me hit dat
+Blow kush wit 8 Ball & Mjg
+Smoke haze, i use to a seagal
+
+Freeway put me on to da backwoods
+And bleek introduced me to diesel
+And snoop turned me on to the chronic,smokin it i was feelin bionic,lookin at me rollin a blunt and im huffin and puffin and i can't get enough of this stuff, and im loosin my logic, you can smell all of my folicals and imma follow you cuz of da dro,but if it ain't,im call my autobile,i be gettin nothin but love cuz i be smokin da bud,its lookin like its from a high time auto particles i be grindin up wit da hash and i put some on yo blunt if you come up wit da stash,so take it to the head its a gift from coupe but if i share it wit a bitch,imma be fuckin her ass, stay havin sessions and my ends is plenty, so when im smokin my friends is wit me, make em feel da slow breeze cuz i blow trees like da windy city, let me call up da weed man cuz if i hear he got new shit we on it, me and you can hook up and go get an ounce and i got 250 on it
+Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire)
+Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro)
+Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher)
+And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2
+
+Boosie
+Im extra blowed, top floor, in the double tree in dis Chi-Town manner smokin dis kush shit back to back
+Got me rippin track to track, like Webbie say where dat real at, dat one hit and you feel that, i know ima dog i done smoke train wreck ain't done yet, ima smoke til i hurt my chest, on da east coast they feed me man, kilt me wit dat diesel man, got me in new york eatin everything, dade county jamaican kush, stick to da bag(yeah)put my whole click on his ass, dont like to brag but i smoke, choke on the best of the best, i be high as giraffe pussy when im up in the west, i chopped and tired im so high, i then smoked dat pisscat, smell good let me hit dat, dats why michael phelps did dat?
+
+Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire)
+Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro)
+Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher)
+And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2
+Smell good,let me hit datEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We Ain’t Got Much[Intro]
+Man, let's go to the park, y'all
+Don't nobody wanna go to no park, I wanna go to the pool
+I wanna go to the pool, too. We go to the park every day
+Y'all wanna pencil break?
+No, you always tryna break pencils, you need to be usin' them in class
+I got better grades than you
+Both of y'all need to stop arguin', first of all
+Shut up, I'm goin' home and watch a movie
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I was young my favorite movie was Menace
+Cousin' go to sleep, I'd be takin' off his tennis
+Fuckin' with the hood girls at the pool swimmin'
+When I was half swaggin', when I had no rhythm
+It's the hood, I was born, every night we had suppers
+Gamble 'til the sun come, I guess we all hustlers
+Everybody had a flame, mane, we all had crushes
+Happy if we had mayonaisse, never had mustard
+Walked to the movies, stop and eat, Louie's
+Steal a couple bicycles 'fore I make it home
+Can't let mama see the bikes, so I park 'em 'round the corn'
+Diggin' all the gangsters who was ballin' on the corner
+Know they gon' pop it off 'cause our fuckin' block rolled
+Daytons and Vogues and Keith Sweat on the speakers
+Back then we ain't even listen to the fuckin' teachers
+Mad, mom the only one up in the bleachers, where's dad?
+Still, we was grateful for the times we never had
+I say a prayer every night that my cousin' hit up on the dice
+And get him some cash
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alright
+
+[Verse 2]
+Heat the water on the stove, make it hot (Make it hot)
+Make the water bubble up when we fart (B-b-rb)
+Police puttin' handcuffs on my pops
+So I cried on Holly Road in '93
+Long as we had granny seemed like we had peace
+How y'all smile that happy when y'all got that least
+How your hair that nappy and it just got hit
+I remember Jeanie sayin', "Boosie, brush that shit"
+Walkin' to the sto' gettin' granny her tobacc' (Ayy)
+Fuckin' with the youngest they would always bring me laughter (Ayy)
+Cross a nigga over, step back, hit the three
+But the ball had lumps, it was hard, but it was sweet
+Thirteen, fourteen, we shot the two in the three
+Never used rubbers, we was happy we was fuckin' (Yeah)
+Used to steal our dealers Polos, I was cuffin' (Yeah)
+I can't afford the Js, but I'm gon' get 'em from my cousin
+
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alright
+[Verse 3]
+Ever had to pass Jordans to three friends?
+Four people fucked up, two shots of Henn?
+Watchin' dice games, hopin' that your potna win
+Knowin' if he lose, he get mad and he wanna sin
+We was sleep on the school bus
+I guess we all had our lessons 'cause the tool tucked
+Everybody like, "Damn, we done grew up"
+Get your money, what the OGs schooled us
+We ain't had nothin' but some dreams and some fuckin' gold chains
+And some nugget earrings and a slap
+Today I'm goin' get some pickle chips and a fifty dollar flip
+'Cause right now, shit, that's all a nigga have
+Ride down the levee, treat my bike like a Chevy
+Got them rims on it, dustin' pretty as I flipped (Boss)
+Bronson brought me K-Swiss, bitch, now I'm flexin'
+I remember when I got my ears pierced, I was eleven
+Prayin' every night makin' sure we go to heaven (Yeah)
+Watchin' dad squeezin' on his three-five-seven
+Granny said we got a blessin' comin'
+She always said we got a blessin' comin'
+But it ain't even 'bout the money
+Go to church on Sunday, my grandpa was the preacher
+Died when I was eight and we cried, me and Trina
+The police killed Pernell and the whole hood cried (Yeah)
+But the hood got stronger every time somebody died
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, but we got it
+We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+PWAPussy, weed and alcohol, we like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, she like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol 
+Pussy, weed and alcohol , she like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol , we like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol . she like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, we like that
+Pussy, weed and alcohol
+
+She like pussy, weed and alcohol (we lit in this bih)
+We be turnt up when we in this bitch
+All of us wiggin' , my niggas lit
+They poppin' the pussy like we poppin' sticks
+Bitch lit, got some big dogs in this bitch
+Throwin' money like a motherfuckin' rainstorm
+Twerk, bitch! That's my motherfuckin' song on
+Get loose, girl, go and take your thong off
+We in not no motherfuckin' tittybar, girl
+Got the loud in the air from the West Coast
+Boosie Juice in the cup and I'm fucked up
+Got a girl who I'm lookin' at and I wanna fuck her
+If she don't come, then it's fuck her
+Bitch, I'm fucked up
+Damn, lil momma, you the sickest
+Damn, yo lil pussy so pretty
+Molly [x 8]
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol)
+Pussy, weed and alcohol
+Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol)
+Pussy, weed and alcohol
+Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga
+
+Toot that ass up like that, you gon' work if you tryna get a pack, if you tryna get a stack
+You a bad bitch, you can get a bag
+But you know that pussy comin' with the bag
+Boosie Juice, no Hen in this motherfucker
+My girlfriend got  a girlfriend in this motherfucker
+We 'bout to see it in this motherfucker, they got some 10s in this motherfucker, bad bitches
+H-town, got some ass on her
+Detroit, got some ass on her,  Chi-Town
+ATL, got a whole lot of ass on her, real nigga can't pass on her
+Bad bitches
+And they kissin' and they lickin' on each other, bad bitches
+Bout to throw a bag to the hoes, showtime
+Bout to show my ass to these hoes, showtime
+I be really tryna smash these hoes
+
+
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol)
+Pussy, weed and alcohol
+Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol)
+Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Damn, girl, you bad, move yo body real slow, let me know
+If I got it you might go
+Look at me, let me know
+Damn, girl, you bad, work yo body real slow, let me know
+If I got it you might go
+
+Pussy, weed and alcoholEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Somebody loves youChorus: Somebody loves you baby (4x)
+(Background Talking)
+Ya! Boosie Bad Azz and I'm tired of being lied on, I'm tired of being criticized,I'm tired if being betrayed! Somebody, Somewhere!
+
+Verse: Now don't nobody love me! I know my mama love me, feel it when she kiss and hug me, jealousy! Got me paranoid, I know they hatin but I'm protected by God and for the forsakes (fuck the devil)! I do this shit for my friends who keep my goin dog. Hole in my heart cuz I'm tired of all these murder friends, fantasizing me and Ivy in the purple benz, wish that we could roll again. Somebody love me though, some women realer than men, for every snitch in the pin, fuck him in his ass then! It took me too long to blow up, aite but wat about me? For years smokin on that dozier. I'm gettin money straight up, look at me now, every song I'm on I turn into a classic ay-baybay, See in the city rocking shows, u know how I be. If its fuck me then its fuck you! If you love me then I love you!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Halloween[Intro]
+Halloween (Halloween, Halloween)
+Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz, Boosie Badazz)
+Too many people got on meth
+That's why I call it Halloween
+
+[Hook]
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many niggas wearing masks
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many hoes turn nasty
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+You was my nigga dog, what happened?
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+
+[Verse 1]
+Went to the corner store
+Junkie asking for some dollars but he ain't even broke
+This Halloween
+Seen a nigga do his boy wrong, nigga had a mask on
+Smiled in his face, he left the house now his stash gone
+Police got a mask on, bitches blast Mike Brown
+Niggas say they real but talk like bitches with tights on
+Niggas wearing masking, lights on, you better notice
+Hoes cut throat you at work tryna get a promotion
+Seen Casper the ghost, run off with the package
+Used to run with Michael Myers til that bitch start ratting
+I thought I had a bad bitch, I really did like her man
+But she was hooked to everybody, she's Spiderman
+[Hook]
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many niggas wearing masks
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many hoes turn nasty
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+You was my nigga dog, what happened?
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ain't it funny how money could change a man soft
+Money making rich with the bricks, they knocked his ass off
+Junior was my pass dog, niggas stole my drawers off
+Nigga had a mask on I thought you were my dog, dog
+Bitch got my dog fucked up and it's hurting me
+Thought she was a saint, the whole time she had HIV
+Damn that's a mask you can't take off when it's on ya
+Ran with Jason now that nigga a cluckhead on the corner
+Come on dog let's be a realist, what happened to the real clique
+Half of the niggas I ran with hating on me now, real shit
+It's hard to find a real bitch, been hurt one too many times
+Bitch say she ain't thinking about my money? Hoe you fucking lying
+
+[Hook]
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many niggas wearing masks
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+So many hoes turn nasty
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
+You was my nigga dog, what happened?
+Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, HalloweenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cold Outside[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah
+Get that babymaker over here
+Cold ouside
+Fuck you baby
+Cold outside
+I'ma fuck you baby
+Cold outside
+Yeah
+Bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby)
+Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby)
+Go live with you all night long (Yeah)
+'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside
+And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby)
+Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby)
+Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin')
+'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside
+
+[Verse 1]
+I wanna thug with you (I wanna thug)
+I wanna slide in you (I wanna slide)
+I wanna deep dive in your sea
+I wanna high-five with you girl, after we freak
+I wanna roll in you (I wanna roll)
+I wanna smoke with you (I wanna blow)
+I wanna lay with you, I wanna joke with you
+I got the dope dick, you don't need no nigga
+I'm tryna come and see you, girl, I'm jumpin' in the Uber (Yeah)
+Me and my lil' Ruger, hope we both gon' bust a nut (Yeah)
+Smellin' like a king, I wet a bitch pussy up (Yeah)
+Nineties R&B, huh, you know it's time to fuck
+You need panties, when I'm stoppin' and we sleep (Yup)
+I can keep a secret (Yup)
+I'm gon' be Sinbad and you gon' be Athena
+And I'ma need to see you like Wayne saw Trina
+Bend you over, take that pussy to the cleaners, girl
+[Chorus]
+I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby)
+Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby)
+Go live with you all night long (Yeah)
+'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside
+And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby)
+Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby)
+Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin')
+'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside
+
+[Verse 2]
+I need your love, ain't no need for playin', is you with it?
+So take off your clothes, girl, play with your titties
+You rollin' me, rollin', rollin' rollin', girl, you gon' get it (Yeah)
+Simon say, "Suck it, suck it, suck it and don't spit it" (No)
+Girl I want you laid, just like that, on your stomach (Yeah)
+Girl, I want your head from your chest (On my mama)
+I'm real, I'm gon' let you know (Yeah), what's the K (K)
+Girl I'm tryna work it slow, like a steak
+Comin', comin', comin', comin' while you runnin', don't escape
+I wanna see you dance in a hula hoop, I'm a freak (Yeah)
+Bad little thing and she suck it in the jeep
+All night we been fightin' in the sheets (Woo)
+
+[Outro]
+And I wanna fuck you, baby, fuck you baby
+We finna do this for all the women out there tonight
+If you gon' fuck your nigga tonight
+I want you to twerk that ass for me tonight
+I want y'all to twerk that ass
+Let's go, twerk that ass
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+B-r-r-r-r-r-r
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+I wanna fuck you, baby
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+Fuck you, baby
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+Fuck you, girl
+Twerk that ass, bitch
+Shut up
+Shit, come on
+Get that pussy
+I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby)
+'Cause it's cold outside (So cold outside)
+I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby)
+'Cause it's cold out, cold, so cold
+So cold outsideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Beautiful Smiles N Cold HeartsTHEY SMILIN’ IN YO FACE
+ALL THA TIME
+THEY WANNA TAKE YO PLACE
+
+[HOOK]
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS
+
+[VERSE 1]
+OH BOY
+YOU A HO BOY
+SHOULD OF KNOWN BOY
+WHEN WE WAS LIL NIGGAS
+I FOUND OUT, WE GOT GROWN BOY
+YOU THREW STONES BOY
+MAD CUZ I’M ON BOY
+YO SMILE A CURSE OF EVIL
+LEAVE ME ‘LONE IN MY ZONE BOY
+TOLD MY HOMEBOYS
+YOU GOT THA WRONG BROAD
+SHE FUCKIN’ OUR HOMEBOYS
+TOO REAL, CAN’T BE CLONED BOY
+WHAT YOU MAD FOR
+MY BITCHES, THEY PORN STARS
+BOY GET YO CASH UP
+THESE NIGGAS I PASS UP
+WISHIN’ ME BAD LUCK
+DON’T SIT YO ASS AROUND ME SMILIN’
+GET YO BITCH ASS UP
+I WET YO BITCH ASS UP
+RIDIN’, WE MASK UP
+HE SMILIN’, CROSSED ME
+SO I HAD TO
+QUACK QUACK THAT LAST DUCK
+[HOOK]
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS
+
+[VERSE 2]
+NIGGAS SMILED AT ME
+THEN HE STOLE FROM ME
+THEN HE ?
+NOW HE KHAKI SHORTS
+GOT REAL NIGGA TATTED ON ME
+BITCH NIGGAS RATTIN’ ON ME
+BOY I KNOW THA STREETS
+YOU AIN’T GON’ FOOL ME WIT’ THAT SMILE
+BOY I WALK A LONG MILE
+I MET SOME COLD HO’S
+LEFT ME IN PRISON TO DIE
+AND I WAS THEY BACK BONE
+THESE PEOPLE DON’T LAST LONG
+THESE PEOPLE DON’T HAVE LUCK
+A SNAKE CAN’T ADMIT HE A SNAKE
+THEM BITCHES DON’T HAVE NUTS
+TOLD THAT BITCH WHAT SHE MAD FOR
+TOLD HER TO FIND PEACE
+THESE HO’S SET THESE NIGGAS UP
+I’M IN THA HOUSE
+YOU WON’T FIND ME
+THE PROSECUTOR SMILED AT THE BEGINNIN’ OF MY TRIAL
+SHOWED ALL HER TEETH
+HATRED WHEN THEY SAID NOT GUILTY
+[HOOK]
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS
+THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER
+BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS
+
+THEY SMILIN’ IN MY FACE
+ALL THA TIME THEY WANNA TAKE MY PLACEEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Camaro[Hook:K.T.]
+
+Stacks in my pocket,got the heater on deck
+Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo
+
+My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
+Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo
+
+
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+
+I wake up call my nigga blake roll me up a blunt
+Jump in my camaro hit the hood and stunt
+Hat to the front gat on my lap
+Ain worried bout a thang
+20 grand up in my pocket in my city im the mane
+Everybody love that yellow thang wit the rims to match
+Should've saw them niggas eyes when i jumped the fuckin track
+Yellow polo im so fresh bigboi in that ss
+Forty Glock in the vest no need to stress ain convicted
+But my black ss the sickest real shit this ain no lie
+Hustle hard and grind so i buy cars two at a time
+Throwin twenties out the window to the kids on the block
+Everybody see me take pictures and jock
+Bad bitches follow me beggin to swallow me
+Big money big crib big diamond watch up on the steering wheel
+Police give me thumbs up at you like you cuttin up
+My car could fuck her plus imma superstar bruh
+
+[Hook:K.T]
+
+Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck
+Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo
+
+My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
+Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo
+
+
+[verse 2: Lil Boosie]
+
+Pocket full of money with my oakland A's hat
+Throwback to match hat to the front like tacori hatch
+Camaro shit i started that
+Night time it light up in the inside that's when im loaded
+I let my bitch drive
+Got money so i be like fuck it
+I drive it like a cutlass 2seater but i ride 4 like its a bucket
+Im really thuggin
+People takin  pictures wit they camera phone
+Dont think im all that but i know im on
+Whole clic i-phone seat laid back
+People like there go lil hatch.....
+Chill out right now we shinnin people call that bitch a bumble bee
+My black thang is batman makin them stacks man
+You can hate it but watch yo ole lady come after me
+Police won't capture me
+Nigga please im gettin g's from baton rouge to overseas
+You know imma star outfit match my car
+Ghost behind me in that white thang grippin that forty tight mane
+[hook: K.T]
+
+Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck
+Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro,blowin on that mojo
+
+My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
+Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
+Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Miss Money[Intro]
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+Hey there, Miss Money (Hey there, Miss Money)
+Girl, you so fine to me
+
+[Chorus]
+Your love like money (Your love like money)
+I want it all the time
+All the time like money (All the time like money)
+Your love like money (Your love like money to me)
+It's always on my mind
+On my mind like money (On my mind like money)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Girl, your name money (Can I call you Miss Money, girl?)
+’Cause I want you all the time (I want you)
+I need you all the time (I need you)
+I wanna see you all the time (Hey, girl)
+Girl, you got style (Girl, you got style)
+Girl, you got grace (Girl, you got grace)
+Girl, you got swag
+I love that ass, I love your face (Damn, you cute, girl)
+That face like money (That face like money)
+That girl one hundred (That girl one hundred)
+Pussy taste like money, what?
+[Chorus]
+Your love like money (Your love like money)
+I want it all the time
+All the time like money (All the time like money)
+Your love like money (Your love like money to me)
+It's always on my mind
+On my mind like money (On my mind like money)
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I see her, I be smiling (Like when I get money)
+Smiling, smiling
+When I get her, I be wildin' (Let me eat your pussy, come here)
+Wildin’ (I'ma fuck the shit out of you)
+When she postin' on the 'Gram (Fine ass)
+I be watchin' (Check her fine ass)
+6PM to 6AM (Hah, hah)
+Bed rocking (Hah, hah)
+Girl you turn me on like a bankroll (Bankroll, bankroll)
+I love a bankroll (I love a bankroll)
+I take her out, everybody want my bitch pop (Damn, Boosie)
+She a bankroll (She the baddest, damn, you bad)
+
+[Chorus]
+Your love like money (Your love like money)
+I want it all the time
+All the time like money (All the time like money)
+Your love like money (Your love like money to me)
+It's always on my mind
+On my mind like money (On my mind like money)
+[Outro]
+How you doin', Miss Money? (How you doin'? How you doin’, Miss Money?)
+Girl, you so fine (Girl, you so fine, girl, you so fine)
+Call me, Miss Money (Call me, Miss Money, call me, baby, call me)
+Girl, I miss you now (Girl, I miss you now)
+Call me right now (Girl, I miss you now)
+Want you like money (I want you like money)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Destined To BlowIma send this song out to my Grandmother
+Cuz my Grandmother always said I was special
+
+[HOOK]
+I was destined to blow 5x
+Wit’ no pressure I blow
+I was destined to blow
+
+[VERSE 1]
+I was destined to blow
+500 a show
+To 100 a show
+Just a couple more 0s
+I drop me a classic (Gangsta Musik)
+Got a couple more hoes
+From ballin’ to prison
+To back out chea livin’
+To pushin’ a Rolls
+You ain’t know I got my own clothes nigga
+Big boss swag like a dope dealer
+Granny used to say I was a go getter
+Cold nigga since 4 nigga
+Get right back up if I fall off tha 4 wheeler
+My mind is a business
+My grind is ridiculous
+Had a mansion 4 years fo’ I went to jail
+Ask my cousin Trell
+My grind is tha sickest
+I cried all tha tears
+You put me through pain
+You act like “I’m ready to ride”
+Then you rise me again
+I’m destined for fame
+I murdered tha game
+Sumin’ bout Boosie
+He a fool huh
+Teachers ain’t wanna help a clown
+Stupid ass bitch
+Who tha fool now?
+I been a go getter
+No stoppin’ me
+My favorite child game was Monopoly
+Tha streets are for Boosie
+They knockin’ me
+These dirty polices they PAC’n me
+My nieces and nephews are watchin’ me
+When GOD need examples
+He call for me
+These angels in heaven
+They walk wit’ me
+Talk wit’ me
+Lettin’ me know
+[HOOK]
+I was destined to blow 5x
+Wit’ no pressure I blow
+I was destined to blow
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
+Way before I ever had a check nigga
+Light neck, no jewelry on my neck nigga
+Make me take the jewelry off ya neck nigga
+Used to watch, and observe
+Used to watch, and I learned
+Then I smoked it
+And it showed me devils and horses
+And I got off tha sherm
+16 on tha sherm
+Made a lot of money talkin’ real shit to tha ghetto
+Boosie Badazz nigga
+Lot of niggas prayed on my downfall
+You a sad ass nigga
+You a mad ass nigga
+And you talk shit
+What tha fuck you look like jumpin’ on a boss dick
+10 big bedrooms, big boss shit
+Big pool fit tha whole damn crew
+Rick Ross shit
+I thought Jamaica, Bahamas
+While my niggas thought that Biloxi was everything
+I had a different dream
+Diamonds, Bizatine
+Jugs of promethazine
+Bitch you ain’t gon’ take shit from me
+I remember my Daddy tellin’ me
+Don’t quit on me
+My Granny was special
+Cuz she loved me
+[HOOK]
+I was destined to blow 5x
+Wit’ no pressure I blow
+I was destined to blow
+
+[VERSE 3]
+I’m lucky when shakin’ them shakes
+7 in tha door
+Pick my money up
+I’m so clean
+I’m hurtin’ my hatas
+Boy I’m tha man, I don’t give a fuck
+This GOD plan, Ima live it up
+Stressin’ as a young buck
+To poppin’ X wit’ Young Buck
+Fuck shoe box money nigga
+Tryna fill a dump truck
+Boy you can’t catch me
+I’m one up
+I got on my knees
+And I told him my pain
+I thanked him for every chain
+This bible and chain
+And this heavy lil name
+Diamonds, I be shinin’
+I was destined to blow
+Shinin'!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pistol Bigger Than Me[Chorus:]
+Pistol bigger than me [x8]
+
+[Verse 1:]
+The pistol bigger than me
+See how I do the T
+Real nigga on the block with a big Bow 9
+Hustle hard out there every week
+Think a nigga won’t come whip down on your block
+Fuck I will spray the whole street
+Thinking Imma game
+I let this bitch say, bang bang I ain’t never fifteen
+But that don’t mean nothing cause boy I get it popping
+Skip school, break rules and pop tools like a wife
+And I told Boss Man, boy they can’t stop me
+Little maniac, I’m itching for me your body
+Forty wood,need to get this job done
+Run up or creep up on you
+Put it on you, now my job done
+Anyday, the wrong day, you play this
+Gonna be a hard day
+Young white nigga, he got it
+So I’m go rob him
+
+Pistol bigger than me [x16]
+[Verse 2:]
+You nigga, big pimp, but I ball hardly
+You nigga, I ain’t telling where my lawyer at
+Tall dreads without the plait (This line is not clear)
+Me smoking, D Vogue,  take you nigga
+Fishing for, you won’t want to be the bait nigga
+Pistol bigger than a nigga, that don’t mean nothing
+Me and my girls are jumping
+Beast mode and squeeze something
+Chopper hit him in his head watch his soul leave
+Fuck that nigga, that’s his issue, that nigga owed me
+Fuck, die slowly
+We ain’t gonna talk about it
+Large 40 on my waste I don’t leave home without it
+Brave dog don’t bite
+I don’t brawl about it
+Think I won’t bust this big bitch
+Well you're wrong about it
+I might give it to one of these people seriously
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3:]
+See it under my seat
+Pistol bigger than me
+I give it to you for free
+Pistol bigger than me
+Ask about me in the street
+They say pistol bigger than me
+Feel like I’m standing seven feet
+Pistol bigger than me
+That nigga (x5)
+With a big whole pistol
+That nigga (x5)
+With a big whole pistol
+Hey
+Rest in peace Lil Yomin
+Lil Nick, they tired
+Killer blood
+Pistol bigger than me nigga
+Pistol bigger than me
+Bad ass from town
+Monster musicEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+RainI lost my daddy at 14, I lost Trell at 12, life in jail
+Ain't it funny how the money makes you seperate the real and fake?
+I started off small time victim of the game, a monte carlo to a bentley and a diamond ring
+I got fame but mayne my whole world changed
+Some niggas left me in the rain, my girls changed, they changed on me!
+I thought I got lucky, 200 G's took my grandmother from me
+I hit my knees (Why lord?!) I tried syrup I tried weed I couldn't cope nigga
+Head down crying tears at the hospital
+A broken home, tried to get my hustle on nigga killed Lil Ivy my soul gone
+I bought my mama a house she cried instantly, all that shinin got my niggas in penitentary!
+
+[Chorus x2:]
+I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain!
+
+[Lil Trill:]
+Still got hatred in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things
+Even for Easter givin the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin up in Carroltyn now that ain't right
+We still smile though cause of the sunshine, wonder what I'll do if I could press rewind
+I done seen a lot half both sides of the field, the best of both worlds and yeah I'm for real
+Mama got 7 kids with pops I stand alone
+
+I'm walking through the rain but still I move on, I just started so right now I'm far from done
+I keep moving on until I see the full sun
+Patiently waiting but the best is still yet to come, I guess things happen for a reason when its said & done
+Say Lil B keep your head up just take it serious bra keep your faith in God cause he's the one who lay at us
+[Chorus x2]
+Diabetes steady eating my insides fucking my vision up I swear to God I feel like giving up
+Some times I'm laughin with my money machine, but they trying to put me on dialysis machine
+I-v's in my arms, I know I'm doing wrong no insurance back to Early can't long
+Being a daddy only thing that make me happy, I'm tired of getting sick same thing for young savage
+I try to do right and help my community police still kicking at my door Dirty motherfuckers
+You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders!
+When I look at your son I see your face homie (Lil Ivy) everybody pray for me cause they hating on me
+Wish I could take it all back sometimes, truth is I don't even like to rap sometimes
+
+[Chorus x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Worth It[Intro]
+I'ma send this song out to my baby mamas
+They probably mad at me right now
+It was all worth it
+
+[Chorus]
+It was all worth it (It was worth it)
+Bein’ called all them names by you
+It was all worth it (It was worth it)
+Me tellin' lies and playin' games with you
+Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it)
+Gave me a baby that’s so perfect
+So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it)
+It was worth it, I deserve it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you ('Member we'd be fightin' at the club?)
+Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you (Me and twin had some nights)
+Even to this day, Trig'll fight with you (Damn, Trig)
+So glad I used no rubber, the night with you (For real, Trig)
+’Cause y’all gave me Ty and Tooly, too (And my lil' nigga)
+We used to be so tight, now we super loose (Yeah, we used to be tight)
+Told the world I wasn’t your daddy, that's how you do me, boo (That's how you do me)
+I looked you in your eyes and made love to you
+But it was worth it
+[Chorus]
+It was all worth it (It was worth it)
+Bein' called all them names by you
+It was all worth it (It was worth it)
+Me tellin’ lies and playin' games with you
+Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it)
+Gave me a baby that's so perfect
+So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it)
+It was worth it, I deserve it
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cheatin' on Juanita in this life of sin
+Girl, I made you strong for that man you with
+Protectin' all my people in this life of sin
+Say Lil Bleek, it was worth it, I'd do it again (Me or them)
+It was all worth it (It was worth it)
+I was out my mind (Out my mind), went to the pen (I was crazy)
+But got smarter in time (Yeah)
+First I said I didn't deserve it (I was like, "I ain't deserve this")
+Then I came home smarter, richer, and wiser (Guess what, Mama?)
+Mama, it was all worth it (It was all worth it)
+All the pain God done put us through
+It was all worth it (It was all, it was worth it)
+'Cause look what God done did for you
+This struggle, it was all worth it (My struggle, it was all worth it)
+It's all good girl, you can curse me, it's worth it
+Them babies worth it
+[Outro]
+Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you
+Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you
+Even to this day, just to fight with you
+So glad I used no rubber, the night with you
+It was worth it (It was all worth it)
+You can call me all my names
+Do whatever you want
+When I look at them babies, huh
+All this shit be worth it
+When I look at them babies, I look at y'all
+And I be, I be like damn, shit was worth it
+Shawty, it was all worth it (Anything that happened)
+You know, we can't overlap (Just to show you that you're perfect)
+And she got a baby for it (Anything you do is worth it)
+I won't tell you a thing, it was worth itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Suicide[Intro]
+This for everybody goin' through it right now (Brighter days comin')
+Stay strong, no suicide (Hold on)
+Brighter day comin', (Brighter days comin') talk to somebody (Hold on)
+(Brighter days comin') But no suicide, it gon' be aight (Hold on)
+
+[Chorus]
+You ever felt like giving up? (Hold on)
+'Cause you did enough
+They took your love (Brighter days comin')
+You felt like givin' up (Hold on)
+'Cause you needed love and didn't receive the love (Brighter days comin')
+You felt like givin' up
+Cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+
+[Verse 1]
+I swear to God, I did enough
+Made sure everybody had a good time
+Shit, I really lived it up
+And you wanna fuck with my nigga? Hit him up (Cha cha)
+Lost my friend to the gunfire
+Can't sleep good 'cause the [?]
+Back to back on that act'
+If I die tonight, fuck it, me and my nigga back
+Look I woke up this mornin' (Mane)
+My headache was stompin'
+Just got betrayed by my homie
+Knew him from school, he's a flunky
+This what they do when they turn into junkies
+Family members, they after my bag
+I got more tears than you can imagine
+I'm on some murder some niggas I meet (I meet)
+I fed 'em, made sure they was straight (Bitch ass niggas)
+Was cool, he never would hate (Nah)
+How could you do it, shit, he was our ace
+I cried in the pen and I dropped me an eight, thank you
+I bet I'ma eat up they face
+Goin' through pain, can't see my kid
+My neighbourhood changed, that's what it is
+My cousin [?] donkey shot down in the face (What?)
+And his car hangin' over the bridge
+[Chorus]
+I done seen some cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+Shit, you felt like givin' up? (Don't do it, hold on)
+'Cause you did enough but they took your love (Brighter days comin')
+You felt like givin' up, baby girl (Hold on, hold on)
+Brighter days comin' (Hold on)
+Talk to 'em
+
+[Verse 2]
+You ever lost your job? (Lost your job)
+Shit got so hard
+You went to [?] and you started taking bars
+To skip today and to skip tomorrow
+I hope you pray to God (Pray to God)
+It's [?] how my niggas gone, gone, got it hard
+Phone off, can't call your dawg
+Tryna hang yourself, on God
+I cried in the morning time
+Late night, I'm high, high
+I'm talkin' when Daddy died
+Couple years later, they hate on my flavour
+They promised to spray me like pesticide
+Blood in my eyes, mama, she tired
+I feel like just running away (Running away)
+Far far away, me and my [?]
+I cry with my [?] in my hand (Bitch, in my hand)
+Don't do it, stop that, smoke one, [?]
+'Cause if you takin' your life (It's real)
+I hope you know you goin' to hell
+Oh well, old friends hatin' on me
+What did I do to deserve?
+I feel like just goin' bout faith
+And fill up they streets up with murder
+[Chorus]
+Cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide)
+Wishin' that your wrong turned right
+You ever felt like givin' up? (Hold on)
+'Cause you did enough, they took your love (Brighter days comin')
+You felt like givin' up (Oh Lord)
+'Cause you needed love and didn't receive the love (Brighter day's comin')
+
+[Outro]
+No suicideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Devil in My Bedroom[Intro: Big Pokey Bear]
+Ooh, my baby
+Yeah
+The devil made me do it
+
+[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear]
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz & Big Pokey Bear]
+I was born up in South Baton Rouge (South side)
+Where that devil rides your back (Rides your back)
+Daddy cookin' coke in the kitchen (Oh no)
+And he hit the needle right after that (Right after that)
+Gun shots, pillow talkin' to me
+My mama scared, what happened? (Scared, scared)
+Mom in the back room arguin' with daddy
+'Bout a bitch in his Cadillac, huh
+
+[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear]
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz & Big Pokey Bear]
+My baby mama say she want more money (Oh, here we go again)
+I wanna run Forrest, run (I just wanna run)
+I go to sleep, my dreams be ugly (My dreams be ugly)
+For all the sins that I done done (For all the sins I done)
+On death row, they said I wouldn't make it (They said it was over)
+They slandered my name and the pain (Slandered my name)
+They made my mama the witness (No, no, no)
+So she couldn't be in trial with her baby
+
+[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear]
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+I got the devil in my bedroom
+She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep)
+
+[Bridge: Boosie Badazz]
+It's a cold, dirty world
+It's a cold, dirty world
+It's a cold, dirty world
+It's a cold, dirty world
+You said I'd be comin' home
+You was wrong, dirty devil
+I had cancer in my body
+Get off me, dirty devil
+I was on death row and I ain't go
+[Outro]
+I was on death row and I ain't go
+I was on the dirty dirty devil, I was on the dirty dirty devil
+We gon' electrocute your ass, boy
+We gonna give your ass life, boy
+That's the rapper, haha
+I knew then when I looked at 'em, I said, "I know what you is, the devil"
+They put shackles tight on my hands, yeah
+Racist jealous motherfucker, yeah
+Mad 'cause I'm livin' good, the devil
+Listen to my chains beat
+Trippin' in this motherfucker
+Know what you is, the devilEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Its Going Down Part IIAhh!, we in dis
+Is we? Yeah!
+Big Head the dome busta
+Hey, Lil' Boosie in dis
+I love my hood! (I love my hood!)
+You love your hood? For sure! Fours up!
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
+Oh, Oh it's about to be some raw shit!
+They done let the two sickies of the Dirty South click
+Say Big Head! What's up?
+I ain't been givin' a f*ck
+Been, ridin' strapped down on those dubs, just livin' it up
+In the bottom where you find me, for sure nigga
+You know New Orleans doe nigga, my mama ain't raised no hoe nigga
+Vouges nigga, that's what I love, that's what I claim
+That's what I'll die for, till I'm down took out the game
+They go down from four up to four down
+I f*ck with niggas I know down, so let the weed go round
+Don't put your Calico down, cause niggas like to go round
+I prefer a showdown, F*CK! My favorite pronoun
+Keep gettin' your hoe down, she says she likes that four sound
+Lil' Boosie got some more sound, so pop and blow pound
+Drink up and throw down, you knew how it was gon' sound
+All my niggas gon' clown, the water deep so don't drown (So don't drown bitch!)
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
+Well it's a South thing, and everybody spread the word
+We rule Baton Rouge for puttin' domes on the curb
+I got my dubs you got your dubs nigga, believe dat
+Cross da tracks is where dem G's at
+And God, they got dem weed sack
+Ain't no joke, when it comes to West Poke
+And we got OG's in the hole, if you want you some dope
+You must don't love your hood, if you ain't tatted
+Can't take the pain or blood for your wood you ain't no savage
+See bread I gots to have it! Shit! Look
+I'm a let ya know
+I was sixteen with ten g's, now f*ckin' with Loc
+And niggas know me from da South, will take ya bitch or take ya shit
+And if we beef, will take your click (What's up?)
+And from the top to da bottom, we poppin' What? X-pills
+Get it up nigga, givin' dem hoes sex thrills
+Just chill Head comin' and now Bubbles had somethin'
+SSB and UPT, bitch we head huntin'
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in the UPT
+On the block were I hang, yeah we slang!
+Bust niggas brains, hold up
+What's my motherf*ckin' name?
+Dome Doctor baby
+So lock it in your two-way
+Niggas, lock it in your mind
+I'm a leave your ass soufflé
+Lay you out like a buffet
+I need mine today
+I tote a brand new K, just to see a new day
+But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace
+But if you cross me or my click, then I'll become the Beast
+So stay out da streets and da heats won't release
+Don't talk to my peeps bout peace, till you deceased
+It get high like three, when you pass by da Yang
+Best to call da police, 'cause we blast by da Yang
+Best be quick on your feet, we move fast by da Yang
+Right now I'm on Rock Street, but I could dash by da Yang
+Sixteen is what I claim, but dat four is in my blood
+The baby mama want dat thing, 'cause she knows dat I'm a thug
+Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
+Say Boosie the same thing in that UPTEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Santa Claus of the Ghetto[Intro]
+Playboy on the beat
+Santa to me
+Santa Claus ain't never really come down our chimney
+We had other Santa Claus
+Straight up
+They was Santa to me
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know a nigga out my hood, he brought everybody turkey
+Hustlin', hustler, he had everybody workin'
+Clean from head to toe when you see him up in person (Sha)
+He'll break you off a pack if you hungry and you thirsty (Cha)
+I'm talkin' Cam Ricks, Lee Lucas, Kenny Wayne (Yeah)
+Only thing we got from Michael Jordan was a ring
+A fifty dollar bill will make a kid smile bright
+Thank you, Mr. Dope Dealer, for what you did that night
+Hit a nigga with a whole brick just for lead, get on your feet
+This some full shit, no ho shit, this shit is deep
+He had to whack a nigga (Whack 'em), smack a nigga (Smack 'em)
+That nigga weak, holidays he flood the whole street
+Santa Claus of the ghetto
+
+[Chorus]
+Santa Clause of the ghetto
+Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga)
+Santa Claus of the ghetto
+[Verse 2]
+He bought his mama a house, told her, "Merry Christmas" (Hi, mom)
+This nigga livin' like a boss, he bought his sister a Rolly (Woo)
+And a bracelet to match (Damn), told her, "Merry Christmas" (Merry Christmas)
+Now these niggas showin' up
+He put Gucci on his daughter, he put Gucci on her mama
+Merry Christmas, girl, 'cause you loyal and you silent
+Now, we talkin' diamonds, little chains for the clique (Yeah)
+That's all them niggas need, they ain't never had shit
+Same nigga, same fit, same game, same clique
+Merry Christmas, nigga, dog, you home from the pen
+When I was a kid, I prayed that God protect Santa
+Keep him gettin' money, keep that nigga out the slammer
+Santa Claus of the ghetto
+
+[Chorus]
+Santa Clause of the ghetto
+Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga)
+Don't go to jail, not right now
+Santa Claus of the ghetto
+
+[Refrain]
+I know you gotta do what you do, but
+Nigga stay out here, a nigga need you
+Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga)
+Don't go to jail, don't go to jail
+Check it, this for the outro
+[Outro]
+Santa I know pay bills for the old folks
+Santa I know give gifts to they kinfolk
+Santa I know will bail you out you go to jail, nigga
+Santa I know will cut your motherfuckin' throat
+Feed it to the reindeer and ride with 'em everywhere
+Santa I know will put a nigga on
+This for Big U and the Crips
+I know they got some Crips ridin'
+Don't go to jail, my nigga
+Santa Claus of the ghetto
+Stay outta jail, nigga
+The hood needs youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Post Up in the Parking Lot[Hook (4x)]
+I don't need no VIP, I post up in the parking lot
+Parking lot, in the parking lot, post up in the parking lot
+
+[Verse]
+I don't need no VIP, I'm posted in the parking lot
+Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, clutching on the 40 Glock
+Thirties on my big truck, I had to get a [?]
+I'm parking lot pimping, [?] and doing what I want
+VIP ain't for me 'cause I don't drink, i pop ecs
+Lamborghini, Beemer, Coupe, what I'm gonna drive next?
+Everybody watching me, everybody want to ride with me
+Ain't nobody in VIP 'cause my clique, we in the parking lot
+Hanging out the window, blowing on that indo
+Middle fingers up, you gon' [?] I don't know what
+I can't be touched, I'm too loose for VIP
+Bring our goons out here to me, man, you know how Boosie be
+All this body, all this mine, in the parking lot, we shine
+In the front seat, that nine, in the back seat, a dime
+You looking for me, dog? No, I ain't hard to find
+We be swerving in a line, choo-choo train is where we shineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boosie Blues Cafe[Intro]
+This the last song on the album
+It's my first blues album
+So I'ma dedicate this last song to the name of the album
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+
+[Chorus]
+Take you to that place
+Where they smoke weed and drink alone
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+But when the music play, they sing along
+
+[Verse 1]
+Take you to that place
+Where they don't judge your race (It ain't like that in here)
+The place where everybody get along (Respect)
+Take you to that place (Yeah), chronic by the pound (Woo)
+Liquor by the cases, man, it's goin' down
+At the Boosie Blues Cafe (Hey)
+Where the women on they A game, for real
+'Cause the women, they be lookin' for stars, girl who you are?
+I would like to, know your name
+It's goin' down in this club, I'm talkin' anything
+Last week I went to Follies, ooh, I miss Follies
+I met a baddie, she in college (Ooh, that thing bad)
+She just use Follies
+[Chorus]
+I met her at that place
+Where they smoke weed and drink alone
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+But when the music play, they sing along
+
+[Verse 2]
+We can turn up (We can turn up)
+Like Atlanta (Like Atlanta)
+We can party (We can party)
+We can gamble (We can gamble)
+We can drink (Drink)
+Out the bottle (Out the bottle)
+We can smoke (Smoke)
+We can pop it (Pop it)
+You can double cup, my nigga (Like that)
+You can double cup, my nigga (Like that)
+We don't give a fuck, my nigga (Like that)
+You can double cup, my nigga (Woo)
+Nobody judge you in this place of business (Nah)
+People turn they heads, stay in they business
+
+[Chorus]
+I gotta come take you to that place (You gotta come fuck with me though, for real)
+Where they smoke weed and drink alone (Everybody chillin')
+Boosie Blues Cafe (Uh-huh, nothin' but real G's and gangsters)
+But when the music play, they sing along
+(It's all word for word)
+Take you to that place
+Where they smoke weed and drink alone (Drink alone)
+Boosie Blues Cafe (Boosie Blues Cafe, that's right)
+But when the music play, they sing alongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+745[Hook (2x)]
+745 (whipping things on it)
+Dope boy ride (candy painting on them)
+I’m so fly (I see they hating on me)
+I know why (I’m getting my paper on them)
+
+[Verse]
+Seven with the 45, candy apple 45
+Red seats, red stitches with two red bitches
+Flip-flop pay like purple drank, oh, I think they like that
+White Beemer, good smell, feeling like a polar bear
+Mane, I be thugging when I ride
+Let me tell you, it ain’t nothing like a 745, better get you one
+Candy paint hurt they heart, got to push to start
+Nigga, I ain’t hard to hard behind a fucking blind
+I add a L.I. in 20, I popped so many
+I lost my mind, old skinny-ass tires
+Rolling through the Beemer, all the hoes sweating
+Threw them things on that bitch, now my Beemer bow legged, whoa
+
+[Hook (2x)]
+745 (whipping things on it)
+Dope boy ride (candy painting on them)
+I’m so fly (I see they hating on me)
+I know why (I’m getting my paper on them)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Know How to Have a Good Time[Intro]
+We ain't with all that
+We ain’t bother nobody
+We ain't with all that
+We ain't start with nobody
+Come on Auntie, let’s go
+Yeah, Boosie juice in my body
+Let's go, let's go, everybody take the dance floor
+We finna turn up now
+Aw shit, this the Boosie Blues Cafe
+And we ain't bother nobody, uh-uh, uh-uh
+We ain't with all that
+We ain't start with nobody, uh-uh, uh-uh
+We ain't with all that, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Sometimes I be out of my mind
+But I know how to have a good time
+Everybody want me round
+'Cause I know how to have a good time
+Sometimes I be out of my body
+But I know how to have a good time
+My teacher, she done drunk her wine
+But she know how to have a good time
+
+[Verse 1]
+Smoke some weed with my cousin (Yeah, Cody)
+Ooh, we buzzin’ (We buzzin’)
+Drink some liquor with my uncle (Yeah, Uncle Tony)
+Ooh, he drunker
+Catch the floor with my TeeTee (There go my TeeTee)
+Yeah, Tee Birdy (Tee Birdy)
+All my family love G-O-D
+We love God 'round here, we ain’t worried
+Lookin' good so I feel like movin' (I'm clean)
+Took somethin’, get me feelin' like movin'
+DJ got it hot, he done turned on that Boosie (Uh-oh)
+Everybody 'round here goin' stupid, ruined
+[Chorus]
+Sometimes I be out of my mind
+But I know how to have a good time
+Everybody want me round
+'Cause I know how to have a good time
+No, we ain't bother nobody (We ain't with all that)
+We ain't start with nobody (We ain't with all that)
+That's why everybody want me round
+'Cause I know how to have a good time (Let's take it to the hood)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Gave that thing to my cousin (Hold that, dude)
+Ooh, he clutchin' (Clutchin')
+Me and my boys, we roll tight like that
+Straight up, my niggas muscle (My brothers)
+Two step for my nigga Buster (Rest in peace)
+And Bleek, my lil' brother (That my brother)
+Everybody ask why I be turnt like that, shit
+'Cause I made it out the struggle, buster
+Got some jewelry for my mama (Miss Connie)
+Boosie love that woman (But guess what?)
+But tonight, man, I'm really out my body, Mama
+And I need more than one woman, ah
+
+[Chorus]
+Sometimes I be out of my mind
+But I know how to have a good time
+Everybody want me round
+'Cause I know how to have a good time
+No, we ain't bother nobody (We ain't with all that)
+We ain't start with nobody (We ain't with all that)
+That's why everybody want me round
+'Cause I know how to have a good time (Let's take it to the hood)
+[Outro]
+If you lookin' for some trouble, boy, beat it (Boy, beat it)
+I'm just tryna have some fun with my people (That's it)
+Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
+(Get your messy ass down, sit your ass down, broke ass bitch)
+If you lookin' for some trouble, boy, beat it (Boy, beat it)
+I'm just tryna have some fun with my people
+Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
+(Go put some clothes on, you look bad, beat it)
+(You need to, you need to, you need, you need to go take a bath)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dirty Diary[Intro]
+Dirty diary, diary
+This that dirty diary nigga
+Oh lord
+Dirty diary, diary, diary
+
+[Verse 1]
+You heard old boy got his issue
+Guess when they come they don't miss you
+Too many dead, I need tissues
+This life is so far from pretty
+Rest in peace to my hitters
+Those in my killer committee
+Lil Ivy Ghost and Lil Bleek
+We wrote y'all name in the street
+I'm sorry for all the problems that I couldn't solve without talkin'
+Rest in peace to that Problem and everybody we lost
+My heart goes out to Lil Titus, because of me you went a bin
+I took that chance with my man, tried to sip some fuckin' codeine
+
+[Chorus]
+Dirty diary
+Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty
+Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary)
+Dirty diary, dirty, dirty, dirty
+[Verse 2]
+I pray you wake up safe and well, I hope you covered in grace
+I hope your teachers teach you well while I play with Lay-Lay
+Me, Turk, and Mel back, all love, one time I wish that I'm hatin'
+Not knowin' the CEO rode 'til I got in they place
+Donkey I'm sorry with all my heart that you got shot in your face
+I could've told you slow your roll but told the opposite way
+Mama I just wan' see us happy, I don't wan' argue today
+This family starting to look like daddy would say, huh
+
+[Chorus]
+Dirty diary
+Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty
+Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary)
+Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
+
+[Verse 3]
+Sometimes I look in the mirror like why I'm so underrated?
+If you name one nigga realer, man I can argue time eight
+Apologize to my uncles for always sellin' you yay
+So sorry Bleek, I was chosen, I miss you thug every day
+I'm sorry Dawg I couldn't pick up, man it was so much to date
+I love you nigga and I keep the faith that you'll be home one day
+All my niggas in the hood, always been down with me
+But still I gotta wonder, who gon' ride for me?
+[Chorus]
+Dirty diary
+Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty
+Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary)
+
+[Outro]
+This should make you buy my album five times
+Me givin' you my (me givin' you my)
+Dirty diary, diary
+This should make you buy my album five times
+Me givin' you my
+Me reachin' inside
+For dirty diaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gutta[Chorus:]
+Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta  [x3]
+Meet me on the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta
+Girls gone crazy
+Got the whole club jumping like a Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta
+Out the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta [x2]
+Ya’ll nigga, Ya’ll nigga
+Ya’ll nigga made it out the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta
+
+[Verse 1:]
+It’s a young nigga made it out the gutta when they tug on you
+Put it right there in the club on you
+I am so gutta you dig
+I use to hustle in Paris
+I use to run from them pigs
+Smashing a honey
+You don’t know my struggle
+Boy I will  get you the beef
+How you think I got my bust
+Gutta Gutta
+All I know is get up if you fall down
+All I know I’ll shoot if you draw down
+Real nigga from a little small town
+Whole clit Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta
+All I know is bankk rose
+Raised in the crack
+Ever with the jerry curls and the kangoos
+Pills to grab handles
+We in the van though
+I guy got flip flap handle
+We started a picture but why
+The big doogie get in the middle
+Been doing this shit since we was little
+When we started flippers
+Remember that cold december in the Gutta
+When we were fighting, and gambling each other
+Hustling all night, building our muscle
+Man I’m glad I made it out the motherfucking Gutta
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Grinding out the Gutta for a minute
+OG dollar sign bitch trying to get it
+Twenty G’s a piece and we are still ya’ll nigga ain’t shit to a pimp
+I got niggas in this Gutta
+I got woman in this Gutta
+I did house is Gutta
+I stepped on the carpet, red bottoms is Gutta
+Pulling up like my girl cheating on me
+Like I’m something mean
+Got the scheming on me
+Got these bitches sweating
+Cause the heat is on me
+Yes of course, that’s originally
+Niggas call me crazy, special education
+My lack of pages, maybe smack a nigga
+Like a pimp man, sit back
+Get back, please tell me where the paper at
+I’m the hottest thing no debate nigga
+I get many money why you hate nigga
+2015 we assassinating
+How the hell you plug it in, you ain’t clocking nigga
+Stay steady before I start smacking niggas
+Three piece at the coast captain nigga
+Everything good and it’s natural
+Still in the hood dressing casual
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We on itWe got the Phantoms on deck, lambo on the side, chevy sittin high yeah bitch that's how we ride
+That's how we do it x7
+We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price
+That's how we do it x7
+Lil Boosie
+Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care
+Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite
+Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake
+Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks
+Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black
+Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad
+Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine
+Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time
+Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks
+Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up
+Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket
+Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
+Chorus
+Webbie
+Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
+Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball
+The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop
+The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top
+Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be
+I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me
+Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell
+Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail
+What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate
+Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face
+Imma keep it trill you can chill but time ain't gon wait
+You betta go head and get your paper before it get to late
+Had to set myself straight at to set myself a goal
+By 2010 im tryin to have a hundred million more
+52 foot ceiling you can't touch it marble on the floor
+Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing but get my hustle on
+Chorus
+Lil trill
+Imma start this thing for my dog B, trill fam, trill ent
+Deaf kids look up to me so I gotta be all I can be
+And I grind hard just to get this far, love my pops for what he did
+Never thought I'd be this big, never thought I'd be this kid
+I do it big but I keep my stacks
+From big money to big racks
+You got a check then we can talk, if you ain't got it then you can walk
+I do my thang betta ask around, chevy whip sittin off the ground
+Burnin rubber throughout your town, ohh yeah boy we get it down
+No blue cars black cars now, couldn't see me through an ultrasound
+Too far like a mile long, im getting money like Mulan
+Imma buy a house, buy my own estate
+Been hungry eat your whole plate
+Never turn on your main mayne or you'll crash like an airplane
+Trill fam that's till the end, we all family can be friends
+Hustle hard for your dividends, loyalty never defense
+That crooked man can't be your friend, betta leave that boy alone
+Or he will leave you all alone
+Time to start from scratch homes
+ChrousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hate Me[Hook]
+You see the trap booming, you see the traffic coming
+You see we getting money, go on, nigga, hate me
+Nigga, I grind hard, that’s where I shine hard
+Homie, your kind flauged, go on, nigga, hate me
+I know your nuts crossed ‘cause I fuck with [?]
+I don’t give a fuck, dog, go on, nigga, hate me
+Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me
+Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me
+
+[Verse]
+Well, it’s Boosie and they hate on me, but don’t nobody play with me
+The last nigga tried me got found by somebody
+In the hood, I’m like Gotti, I’m the sickest on the beat
+All the hoes suck on my meat like I’m a fucking swisher sweet
+Like trying hit after hit, nigga talked about me bad
+But I get that chopper out that trunk and make at talk to your ass
+[?] Daddy wouldn’t [?], I learned from other niggas
+I learned from hustle niggas, but it’s all gravy, man
+Front the club, I [?] shine, push whip, six at a time
+I’m in the dope, getting mine, hated on all the time
+Got my neck right, got my wrist right
+Three or four choppers, niggas would stop you in that signal light
+But niggas wanna murder me ‘cause I be counting big money on my DVD
+Devil, get up off me
+Nephew, let’s get them [?] I done talked about
+And I’m the truth, dog, from Baton Rouge to Duval
+[Hook]
+You see the trap booming, you see the traffic coming
+You see we getting money, go on, nigga, hate me
+Nigga, I grind hard, that’s where I shine hard
+Homie, your kind flauged, go on, nigga, hate me
+I know your nuts crossed ‘cause I fuck with [?]
+I don’t give a fuck, dog, go on, nigga, hate me
+Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me
+Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Savages[Verse 1]
+Look, they took interviews and they flipped 'em on me
+Still I rise
+They threw crosses between me and my closest homie Webbie
+But the shit ain't fly
+They asked critics if I did it or ain't did it
+What they doin', they searchin' for lies
+Dirt on my name, they hurt me inside
+What a hell of a tide
+I'm feelin' like Koly, my heart cold as a bitch
+I was raised in the streets
+Lot of nights couldn't sleep, it was deep on my street
+I had to prey on the weak
+Nigga got loose and a nigga left his head in the street
+Now he dead in the street
+No shit, we don't go for that ho shit 'round here
+Can't be scared on my street
+They'll bust your head on the street
+If you want beef, dead nigga
+All of my niggas are savages, huh
+Have you dead by the weekend nigga
+I'm tatted up all on my sleeve
+Made me risk it then I run to the weed
+My cousin found guilty of murder, it's Murder
+It's murder, more murder, we raised up in murder
+[Chorus]
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas, man all of my niggas
+Man all of my niggas are savages
+They shoot at you first on that casket shit
+All of my niggas are savages
+Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that
+All my niggas are savages
+
+[Verse 2]
+Free my nigga D-Bo
+And every real nigga that I left thuggin' on the D-row
+Move and Lil Fleek my savages
+All of my bulls be savages
+I must admit that I run with them goons
+We know it's inside, we gon' run in the room
+We beefin' in May then we comin' for June
+My lil niggas don't mind, they do it all the time (homework nigga)
+This for my thugs doin' time
+Who ready to rumble again
+Who ready to jump for the pen
+Shit, we ready for Bronson again
+Black S shoot a nigga neck
+Shit get real if you really wanna take it there
+Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red
+Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red
+Same nigga ain't talk when we hit a safe
+We all get money, bitch we all shine
+Somethin' jump off, we gon' all ride
+Love my hood bitch, South Side
+[Chorus]
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas, man all of my niggas
+Man all of my niggas are savages
+They shoot at you first on that casket shit
+All of my niggas are savages
+Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that
+All my niggas are savages
+
+[Verse 3]
+If you know a nigga locked up, boxed up
+Put your hood up, free all my savages
+Free all my savages, free all my savages
+We don't go for that ho shit 'round here nigga
+We'll show shit 'round here nigga
+Shit all my niggas got extensions 'round here boy
+Rest in peace to my savages
+We all gotta die, we savages
+Rest in peace to my savages
+We all gotta die, we savages
+We ride or we die, we savages
+Rest in peace to my savages
+Tattoos for my savages
+Tatted up 'cause my savages
+[Chorus]
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas are savages
+All of my niggas, man all of my niggas
+Man all of my niggas they savages
+Hit you up in traffic bitch
+All of my niggas get nasty bitch
+They pull it up on you in traffic with it
+All my niggas are savagesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Better Believe It Remix[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Boosie Badazz g-mix remix
+Yeah, if you don't know
+Now you know
+
+[Hook]
+You better believe it
+You better believe it
+You better believe it (my money don't fold I'm gettin' this dough)
+You better believe it
+You better believe it
+You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
+You better believe it
+(I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should)
+You better believe it
+(I'mma still be me be the same OG who puts it down for the hood)
+You better believe it
+(I'mma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go)
+You better believe it
+(That's if you didn't know) you better believe it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
+Yeah, you saw the video you better believe
+That my real fans they been believein'
+Knew the plan the whole time this young nigga finna go get Young Jezzy
+Show money got me frezzy-frezzy
+Young south from like king James of Clevland
+Man amongst boys going hard
+Best believe I'll fuck your broad
+I'll land your yard with a Mac-10
+Got black fans, got white fans, got jew fans, got spanish fans, bunmaklieds, & mexicans
+Back to my neck again check me out
+Gotta mention my name when you say the south
+Spit it from the heart so they fellin' me
+Some people say I got 2Pac in me
+Police they be tellin' lies
+So look like we goin' trial
+Fight for my life I swear to God
+My music took people who had the heart
+Man savage boy, made a classic boy, gangsta music we did the thang so
+I name my album SuperBad, cause I keep keep keep gettin' richer mane
+Flat screens all up in my kitchen mane
+Grind so hard I shine so bright
+Everybody up in Boosie bussiness, hey kill the light
+From California to New York City niggas on the corner they fucking wit me
+Just got a label did, finna be duce L Beezzy B nigga
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Bun B]
+Bun B in this thang is the best back
+Crew Trill ENT I'ma rep that
+Gotta problem homeboy better step back
+Cause the thing taking off like a jetpack
+Coming down in the benz on jet black on 24's
+Just the roof let back
+Say I might get jacked right [?] that
+Got something on me that'll make em' get back
+You can bet that like a good hand reppin' for my city I'm a good man
+Always organized with a good plan Always gotta know where my hoods stand
+Where the pimp at P.A.T. somking on the baseball B.A.T
+Everybody packed in a G.A.T. ready to let them boys down like B.A.T. better believe it
+
+[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
+I'm Yo Gotti
+Been a long time coming better ask about me
+All the hate, all the doubtment, all the niggas tried to hold me down
+Stayed on the grind, I took the crown
+Man seemed like a dream so caked up if this what it is I don't wanna wake up
+From Baton Rouge to north Memphis to A.T.L. they felling us
+From the east coast to the west coast anywhere that's hood life
+Street niggas gonna lay for this & they probably gonna have these same stripes
+Fast cars, 5 stars homeboys behind bars
+How you gonna try to take a full blooded street nigga turn em' into a superstar
+[?] they run this [?] I run this
+You can catch me in that white thang, with that top dropped [?]
+[Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth]
+I'm Trae Tha Truth you ain't gotta have shit
+King of the place where they never had shit
+Got up & got it my own, ain't nobody pay attention
+Probably ain't never got to hit the bank to cash in
+Half of a stack to hundred now I made 'er
+Run up & I bet you this choppa gonna be a hater
+Seen 'em what they wanted, wanted to get back & I made 'er
+Littlest one in here but I twist his paper
+Hood nigga but the ghetto bitches say I'ma star
+Made it out the ghetto but I'm never gonna force ya
+Having nothing made now probably but the problems
+Bitches on my dick & probably make a brother stronger
+Whether not these haters I'ma stare up in they jaw
+All money bitch, I give a fuck about the law
+When you see me for [?] sounded like they never wanna stay up in the car
+
+[Verse 5: Foxx]
+Now picture this I'm good & rich only 26 you pussy bitch
+Wishing I was broke keep wishin' bitch, everytime I roll by you lookin' bitch
+Nigga hate on me but that's motivation, rap money got a nigga souldier hattin'
+Dope man went & got a 9 & 5, niggas outchea working with the police station
+Where am at now I ain't think I see it, still waking up like I can't believe it
+3500 for a bulldog, got full of that weed & I forgot to feed it
+Looking at my watch like I don't need it, looking at my house like thank you Jesus
+Could've been choosen & not breathin', but I'm here, yeah
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cartoon (feat. Shell & Mouse On Tha Track)Damn why it feel like its saturday mornin in this b****.girl in the corner lookin like dora the explorer.bartender lookin like stewart griffin.security guard lookin like homer simpson..ooo s***.i must be in a cartoon damn..too many triple stacks(throw it back)
+
+Shell:look,lookin out my mind yeah im on bout two is you thuggin is your rollin i say how bout you?i done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose now im bout to transform cuz im into cartoons.gotta ??? track of pills and a ounce of that dough and my b**** rolled too in a spongebob shirt,she ain't trippin tho she done bought her friends too i use to knock that p**** out off a half of blues clues.back to my crew yeah my n***** go hard,i done left caught a charge gettin full of dem bars ,i had this episode f***** with this lil broad,she wanted me to hit it hit it by ????,you know im a dawg so i didn't hit it raw,that red transformer got my d*** real hard,she said the pill make her feel like she sittin on mars so i ate her ??? and beat that p**** on the sharks
+
+Chorus:im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)doin spongebob on em do the ninja turtle on em goin bart simpson on em ima transform on em..goin bugs bunny on em i mickey mouse on em goin blues clues on em(in a cartoon)
+Boosie:cross the track we throw em back from the summer to the winter use to be a ninja turtle now i turned to master splinter i be actin you can't see me i turn to dragon ball z took two to the head dawg an i turned to sonic the hedgehog im clifford red dawg we actin me and my 40 Glock we like scooby doo and shaggy im poppa smurf round this b**** when im on purple round this b**** big bucks like scroge mcduff ain't out of s***(im in a cartoon)feel like im on the moon saw my girl porsha but my eyes saw dora homer simpson in the buildin(ayyy mouse where marge at?)i can't find tootie aww s**** where bart at(throw em back throw em back)???? im always in trouble call me garfield the cat me and my dawgs we gettin stacks you can call us thunder cats look at my neck you see im on like im kin to fred flintstone
+
+ChrosEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+New Years Resolution[Intro]
+Savage Holidays
+Boosie Badazz
+Said I'ma just keep gettin' money (Keep gettin' money)
+Keep raisin' my boys, keep raisin' my girl, what you gon' do, nigga?
+Like damn it
+California MD
+Look
+
+[Verse 1]
+Is you gon' stop boostin'? (Damn)
+Is you gon' stop robbin' and shootin'?
+Stealin' shit and lootin'? (Tell me)
+What's your New Year's resolution?
+Is you gon' stop bangin' (Stop bangin')
+Or you gon' turn up a lil' bit more?
+And keep your flag hangin'? (Tell me)
+What is you sayin'?
+Is you gon' slow down buyin' all that 'Sace? ('Sace)
+Fendi and Gucci? (Gucci), I'm talkin' Boosie (Yeah)
+And other rappers who exclusive
+Is you gon' switch your bitch up? For real (Yeah)
+'Cause it seem like for these last years, y'all been on the same shit
+Arguin' 'bout the same bitch
+You gon' let them niggas go who cancers to your clique?
+Is you gon' ask them niggas questions and expect them answers from your clique?
+Is you gon' slow down your habit? (Yeah)
+Like you said on that 'Gram? (On the 'Gram)
+You say no more syrup
+We gon' see when you get work
+[Chorus]
+What's your New Year's resolution?
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
+What's your New Year's resolution?
+Keep on grindin' like I'm in the hood, stuck
+Since everybody say they switchin' it up
+What's your New Year's resolution, nigga?
+
+[Interlude]
+I'ma run it up, nigga
+I ain't gon' say I'ma change everything 'cause
+If it ain't broke, don't fix it
+That's what my uncle used to tell me, you know what I'm sayin'
+Some shit gotta change
+
+[Verse 2]
+Like back answer say, don't call me for shit, ho (Fuck you, ho)
+You can suck my dick, ho (Yeah)
+You ain't even much lit, ho (Lit, ho)
+No more fuckin' with these IG hoes who tryna be a rich ho (Straight up)
+Say she ain't fuckin' niggas no more, ho, bitch, you lyin'
+You gon' get tired of that ho always eatin' your pussy, bein' 'round you all the time
+He goin' out to eat, he goin' out to eat
+He said no more heroin up in his body
+He went to the preach, he went to the preach
+He rolled down the window, threw out his chopper
+And he threw out his needle
+He said it's New Year's (New Year's)
+It's another day ('Nother day)
+He finna get money, do it the other way
+Say he goin' back and get his girl today
+[Chorus]
+What's your New Year's resolution?
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
+What's your New Year's resolution?
+Keep on grindin' like I'm in the hood, stuck
+Since everybody say they switchin' it up
+What's your New Year's resolution, nigga?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Goat Talk[Verse]
+You could play you don't know, but I'm the motherfuckin' truth
+Spittin' real game and I'm clutchin' in the booth
+We was both on one, now we fuckin' in the booth
+She looked me in my eye, she said, "Nigga, you the truth"
+Baton Rouge, body-body, we don't never call the truce
+I'm out the app', bitches still got the juice
+I put money in the hood, Pittsburgh came through
+Lil' nigga turned dealer when the birds came through
+I'm the one who motivated, niggas ain't have shit
+Made a fat bitch feel like a bad bitch
+Sent real game for them niggas in the hood
+Nigga catch a charge, take your motherfuckin' lick
+Every song that I'm on, it's a hit, bitch, I'm lit
+Hustler of the year, so I hustle with a stick
+I got five different hustles and I'm workin' on six
+Five bitches in my bed and they all on me (Disrespect)
+
+Swear to god, I done been on full flex
+On death row, throwin' fours in my wreck
+Money on my mind, smokin' joes in the rec'
+Two whole generations that was raised by heck
+I ain't have a rich bitch, this was made off scratch
+Kinfolks sellin' dope in the living room
+Shit, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 Magnum
+You show your ass, he gon' spit at you
+[Chorus]
+And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga
+How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga?
+Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
+All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga?
+Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
+I'm from the land of the lost, nigga
+I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga
+I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga
+And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT
+
+[Verse]
+With a brain like Einstein
+Beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that's my style
+How could you ever not mention me in the top five?
+I was the first lil' nigga around that showin' big time
+
+Do your time, know that, yeah, I did mine
+This murder by my bitch's side, I'ma keep it silent
+I barely talk about the coke I done moved, nigga
+But I'm a GOAT sellin' coke, this for my nigga, I
+Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile
+Drinkin' Boosie juice, nigga got a nigga wild
+What happened to that last nigga who got out his spot?
+That nigga got bust up and I ain't apologize
+I'm sleepin' on the hill like a Russian
+My music is the realest shit ever
+I could make a song 'bout a bitch or a betrayin' ass clique
+Or a nigga gettin' chased by the Devil
+[Chorus]
+And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga
+How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga?
+Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
+All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga?
+Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
+I'm from the land of the lost, nigga
+I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga
+I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga
+And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT
+(Fuck these niggas up)
+
+[Outro]
+Been a GOAT since a lil' nigga
+When my dawg ain't had a home and I gave him a couple hoes
+When he ain't have clothes, I gave him Hilfiger
+Nigga, I'm the GOAT
+I ain't sellin' ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope
+Nigga, I'm the GOAT
+Chain lies with this rap shit, nigga, woo
+(Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Models[Verse: Boosie Badazz]
+Red bones, black bones, horses, and stallions
+Boosie fucked them all, I’m a motherfucking dog
+You better tell them how we thugging tonight
+And girl, you gon' have to suck it ‘fore you fuck it tonight
+I got a model on the left, model on my right
+Front my cash, bad ass, get swatted all night
+Number 1 0 1 0 6, still I’ll fuck a ratchet bitch
+I ain’t had to beat my dick since 1996
+Fucked the grandma, the mama, the cousin, the niece
+I’ll make you [?] if you’ll be my little freaks
+Straight up, the player haters they gon' hate us
+Girls bite us like gators, they give us thirty-one flavors
+A straight go-getter, man I’m all about my stacks man
+I make it rain and pick it up like Pacman
+I’m gutta, you see your girl with me, I done already fucked her
+Now I’m working on her friend, come over and join in
+
+[Hook: Snook da Rockstar & Boosie Badazz]
+There's models on the left, models on the right
+In the VIP, popping bottles all night
+Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something)
+Nigga, we fucking something ( Man, is you fucking something?)
+'Cause there's models on the left, models on the right
+In the VIP, popping bottles all night
+Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something)
+Nigga, we fucking something (Man, is you fucking something?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Track Life Forever[Intro]
+Merry Christmas nigga, hah
+This for the hood right here, baby
+Straight up
+Yeah
+Free Wild Thing, nigga, yeah
+(Ant life forever, ever)
+God Pierce Street, nigga, Roosevelt
+(Track life forever, ever)
+This the project I bang, look
+
+[Verse 1]
+I drive to school with a Taurus-9 (Stop playin'), bitch, I'm out here
+They play me, they blind you
+Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here)
+Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot
+Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
+Where they keep them toolies out
+Track life, fear nobody, track life
+Get your money, track life
+Catch you a body, track life
+It's 'bout money, we with it
+We can't get it, we steal it
+Rob that nigga, cut him down
+This for Dunk and D-Picture
+[Chorus]
+Track life forever, ever (What?)
+(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang)
+Ant life forever, ever (Ten or four, nigga)
+(Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Strapped with that thirty, that boy was dirty (Dirty)
+(What I did?), yeah, that boy was 30
+No, that wasn't curvin' (No)
+No, we ain't worried (No)
+'Cause we love swingin' on niggas
+Track life forever and ever and ever (And ever)
+Rest in peace Lil Bleek
+Got your face up on my chain, wrote your name in the street
+Free the gang, Deebo Billy, and my cousin Lil G
+I'll up on one of you bitches like G (Free G)
+
+[Chorus]
+Track life forever, ever (Free Tony Sneed)
+(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang)
+Ant life forever, ever (I'm out the bottom but I'm finna pull up the trenches, nigga
+It's a lil' bloody in here)
+
+[Outro]
+Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger)
+Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger)
+(Four shit, no ho shit)
+That life forever, ever
+(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang
+Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+JealousyLil Boosie Badazz
+Big Head and Webbie
+Trill Entertainment
+
+Gangsta Grillz, you bastards
+
+
+[Boosie]
+
+You know why you ain't got what I got
+Why you ain’t flashing no knots
+‘Cause you ain't paper chasing out here
+Like Lil Boosie and Pop
+
+There's gonna be a lot of niggas dead
+Before the foolishness stop
+I’ma introduce you pussy niggas
+To these Rugers and Glocks
+
+I turned a rock into a block
+Now these niggas want to hate
+I'm charging niggas nine pieces
+Just to cook up their weight
+
+You got that iron, I got that iron
+They ain't stop making no guns
+We got M1's, tommy guns
+And them hundred round drums
+And I giving a nigga nothing
+I don't owe a nigga shit
+Every I scored, I paid for
+From X pills to brick
+
+But you wanna set trip and shit, huh
+Act like you sick, huh
+Saw the hoe and slaughtered the hoe
+Now ask that lil bitch
+
+Bout Boosie, doubt Boosie
+And you could get your house shooted
+Terrorized nigga like
+Some junkies in a south movie
+
+Halloween I name it
+I'll bust your damn brain
+Closed case, yeah, duct tape you nigga
+That's on everything
+
+They hated when that fetti came
+Now I'm on that money train
+This [?]
+A nigga with the choppas man
+
+[Chorus]
+
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+It’s jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+
+[Big Head]
+
+Look, look
+I’m thuggin' in real life
+Nigga ask the slums
+I was raised by the addicts
+And scrutinized by bums
+I got down in the mud
+And spilled blood for crumbs
+I know how to survive
+And accept it how it comes
+
+I got it the hard way
+Don’t know shit about fun
+I [?] my cut in the field
+And got scorched by the sun
+
+When the cops hit the block
+I was taught to run
+When the beef hit the streets
+I'ma spark the gun
+
+I live the wrong way
+I came a long way
+You jealous of the
+Wrong nigga on the wrong day
+
+Me, Boosie and Webbie'll hit
+Your set the strong way
+Bitch, watch what you say
+Go have some children if you wanna play
+
+Big Head don't give a fuck about
+None of that man
+Just thank one of yall’s niggas
+If it come ta that man
+
+Stay in your league
+We big dogs, nigga, nationwide
+Big Head's the dome doctor, baby
+Uptown, southside
+
+
+[Chorus]
+
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+It's jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+
+[Webbie]
+
+I'm the littest [?], the Trillest
+On a mission for millions
+I got bundles of bitches
+I ain't worried bout you niggas
+
+I'ma a soldier for reala
+I ain't worried bout your pistols
+You wanna stop Webbie riches
+Then nigga, handle your business
+
+Man these lil niggas tripping
+Mad at my position
+I'm 500 hundred degrees
+An bitch BET how I'm living
+
+Stunted out on you bitches
+Flat screens all on the ceiling
+XO all in my bottle
+And dozier all in my feeling
+
+You can cross me, lil partner
+I'll knock you straight out your misery
+Say man, fuck my fame
+I'll knock your brains out your fitted
+
+While you hating, I'm getting it
+Super brains from my mistress
+Nigga stuck in the gutter
+I'm finna blow past fifty
+
+These niggas jealous of me
+I know one thing, you ain't ready
+Best call your fellas for me
+You know one thing bout Webbie
+
+Webbie be ready for it
+Old pussy ass niggas
+I know bitch ass niggas jealous, nigga
+
+
+[Chorus]
+
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+It's jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+Jealousy yeah
+
+Got these niggas scared
+Wanting to bust a nigga head
+For no reason, man
+
+
+[Foxx]
+
+Since I was small I was hard headed
+But I regret it
+And never bit my tongue
+Bitch, if I said it, then I said it
+
+And keep that thing loaded
+Off of safety so I'm ready
+All you jealous ass niggas
+I'll make sure you get the message
+
+My G-Nike's be crisp white
+Them boys be pissed like
+“Fuck that nigga, Foxx
+When I see him, oh we gonna fist fight”
+
+No, you got me bent
+But that choppa make em get right
+I'm a small nigga
+I ain't got time for all them quick rights
+
+Pop one to the stomach
+And I guarantee he gonna shit white
+My condolences to his family
+But that was his night
+
+Niggas want my money, my life
+And all my bad hoes
+Niggas ain't the only ones jealous
+They got some mad hoes
+
+I just sign my John Hancock
+And all my cash grow
+Niggas wanna sit at my funeral
+But on the last row
+
+If I let a broke nigga kill me
+I'll be a asshole
+So I keep at iron real close
+Real close, nigga
+
+
+[Outro]
+
+Jealousy
+Shit, they say money's the root of all evil
+Jealousy's the root of all evil
+
+You ain't even gotta have nothing
+And they could hate on you
+Fucked up
+
+Then they wanna kill you
+They can't get out there and paper chase
+And they will hate you
+
+We knocking niggas asses off since 2005
+You can believe thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Bad[Intro]
+Boosie
+Mom I'm sorry for being a bad boy
+
+[Verse 1]
+No rappers spittin' lyrics like I can
+I take a pussy ass nigga and put his face in the sand
+All the sexy ladies love me, man I'm fresh as can be
+Bad boy reputation, I keep hitters with me
+Head strictly for the top and I'm gettin' them figures
+Might not stop for the cops 'cause they killin' us niggas
+Got the whole world jumpin', people know all my raps
+Bad bitches screamin' my name, niggas givin' me dap
+Out of jail, back on the map, almost a hundred a show
+I'm like Starbucks coffee nigga, I'm everywhere that you go
+I don't care 'bout your favorite rapper, I'm the realest to blow
+Steppin' on the fuckin' game like I stepped on that coke
+
+[Chorus]
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm like Floyd, I'm so undefeated
+Music is my way of life, I need it, I breathe it
+Turn up the mic and hear the sounds of a gangster
+Five years inside a hole really fucked up my thinkin'
+Diamonds shinin', neck is blindin', F-E-D's on my trail
+Niggas gettin' my album tatted, Touchdown 2 Cause Hell
+Ridin' 'round in that Rolls Royce with the stars in the roof
+System labelled me a killer and the magazine too
+So what they do? spread they lies then they stick in a needle
+Make me out an animal, and you people believe it
+Guess I'm a bad bad boy, motherfuckin' bad boy
+Gold teeth, gold jewelry nigga, bad boy
+Bass stompin' through the speakers and I'm killin' the beat
+I ain't met a nigga yet spit this shit like me
+They call me Boosie Badazz, to the police, we don't talk nigga
+Fuck every clothing line, wear Jewel House nigga
+[Chorus]
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's like I rose from the dead 'cause they counted me out
+Ever since I been released I been the talk of the talk
+My daughter told you I was comin', she went viral for that
+Told y'all that the streets was mine, she wasn't lyin' 'bout that
+Now everything I touch is gold, I'm the best at this rap
+We live like the Italians, we got morals and values
+I break a muscle pound man all the way to his feet
+Cut that nigga in his head and put his face in the sink
+I come to lay it down and conquer, it won't be long
+Samsung, man y'all need a Boosie Badazz phone
+I got bitches by the dozens, all kind of complexions
+In my Jacuzzi poppin' bottles, and all of us naked
+
+[Chorus]
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
+And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
+Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+DopemanDope man
+Dope man
+Dope dope dope dope man
+Mr dope man
+Dope dope dope man
+They see boosie (they see boosie)
+They be like
+Dope man (dope man)
+Dope dope dope man
+Dope man? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
+
+Check this out (look)(yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
+
+3 blocks up in the kitchen finna be on
+One phone call they finna be gone
+I remember 17 gettin' my grind on
+All night on the block i ain't tryna find home
+45 up in my pocket with a attitude
+Any nigga in my way i put this gat on you
+Nine pieces
+So i gotta have them iron pieces
+Dope man the dope man fuck dime pieces
+100 pounds of weed
+That purple shit
+Barrel full of ecstasy thats what i'm working with
+Fresh fit with them dope man nikes on
+Walk in the club and they turning the lights on
+40 gs on my watch just to tell time
+100 rounds in my Glock just to slang iron
+Ever since i could remember i been wanna shine
+From quarter bird to a one five im on the grind gettin mine
+Dope dope dope dope man
+Mr dope man
+Dope dope dope man
+They see boosie (they see boosie)
+They be like
+Dope man (dope man)
+Dope dope dope man
+Dope man?
+
+You know we keep something to bust a nigga chest wide open
+However you wanna get it
+A lot of niggas be talking about that iron play
+But we gon' stop that talking when we get to sparking
+5150
+Real nigga dog
+2 to your chest and one to your dome
+Get it how you liveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+This Christmas[Intro]
+This Christmas
+I'ma send this out to my niggas locked up
+My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola
+My niggas in the fed joint
+(Won't be like the others)
+I know you're prayin', nigga, straight up
+
+[Chorus]
+This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others)
+Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs)
+But it won't be the same at all (Why?)
+'Cause I done let my people down
+Prison walls, they closin' in (In)
+Try my best to shed no tears (None)
+But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas
+
+[Verse 1]
+They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby)
+Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time
+And it's niggas on the street, they barely pick up the line
+His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime
+This the life and times
+Don't get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash)
+And he got some niggas gon' listen to him, who'll crash for him
+Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for
+Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so
+We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man)
+Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle (Tangle)
+It's Christmas time, so girl don't be no stranger
+God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster)
+(That's cold, you heard me?)
+[Chorus]
+This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others)
+Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs)
+But it won't be the same at all (Won't be the same at all)
+'Cause I done let my people down
+Prison walls, they closin' in (In)
+Try my best to shed no tears (Man)
+But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas
+
+[Verse 2]
+It got some people ain't gon' get much for Christmas, huh
+It got some people ain't gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord
+I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas)
+Two niggas on side me ain't even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord)
+So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch
+Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick
+Push-ups when I jump out that bitch
+After that, go chop it up with the clique
+I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit
+Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit
+But I'd rather a bitch who taste just like a tuna
+Open the mail, it's a letter from Ruger
+We both on a body, they say he my shooter
+I'm tellin' them how these lil' hoes
+They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up
+Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler
+Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler
+Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie
+And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it
+This shit fucked up
+[Chorus]
+This Christmas won't be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30 years and shit, ain't got no outdate)
+Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola, C-Murder)
+But it won't be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin)
+'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds, free Flava)
+Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas)
+Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road)
+But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the road, nigga, yeah)
+
+[Outro]
+Hold your head, nigga
+Don't get a visit, he ready to crash
+Hold your head, nigga
+Work on your case if you go to the bed
+Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan)
+You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Another Christmas Without My Niggas[Intro]
+Savage Holidays
+Miss them, nigga
+You are listening to a Dominic Green production
+Another one, fuckin' 'nother one
+
+[Verse 1]
+Who got five on a sack of killer? (Go half, nigga)
+Daily, we life of sin
+It was Optimos or the Phillies (After that?)
+Washin' it down with gin
+Never thought you wouldn't be with me Christmas (Lil' nigga)
+Remind me of that shit we did
+New Year's, we cut up, we shoot them pistols
+Over and over and over again
+Miss my friend
+(Clutchin' on the forty, got it hangin' out the shirt, ain't no hoes over here)
+Miss my friend
+(Said the same shit every New Year's, him sayin' this is our year)
+Miss my friend
+Wish I was here with a nigga
+In the club throwin' fours like yeah
+Miss my G
+So I need trees when I'm lookin' at the Christmas tree
+What this is?
+[Chorus]
+Another Christmas without my niggas (Another Christmas)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Lord)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Another Christmas)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Straight up)
+Another Christmas without my dawgs (My dawg)
+I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call
+
+[Verse 2]
+I wish you could hang this up on the tree (Man)
+Put the star at the top
+But I'm left with you lookin' down, watchin' me (I know you watchin')
+Watchin' me hit the top
+Crawfish, we ate and we celebrated (How we comin')
+Boilin' it out the pot
+If you ever got mad 'bout a situation (Sorry, nigga)
+I'm tellin' you sorry now
+Back in my feelings like a motherfucker
+Lookin' in the club, when I see a nigga hug
+Then I go to thinkin' 'bout my thug
+Thinkin' how we used to thug in the same motherfuckin' club
+And it get worser on the holidays
+I think about how we all had J's for Christmas
+Play spades for Christmas (Yeah, nigga)
+I hear your song, and I think of you again, nigga
+Here we go again (What this is?)
+[Chorus]
+Another Christmas without my niggas (Another Christmas)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Lord)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Another Christmas)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Straight up)
+Another Christmas without my dawgs (My dawg)
+I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call
+
+[Bridge]
+Miss my dawg
+Motherfuck the stockings on the wall
+Wish my dawg, he could answer my call
+Miss my dawg
+Shoppin' at the mall, big ball
+On them 'ppeals, bitch, we'll blow it all
+Don't you miss your dawg?
+When you ain't got nobody to call
+'Cause you know they gon' tell it all
+That's when you miss your dawg (That's when you miss your dawg)
+Yeah, miss your dawg
+
+[Chorus]
+Another Christmas without my niggas (Fucked up)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (I rode, nigga, yeah)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (Certified stepper)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Yeah, I swung, nigga, yeah)
+Another Christmas without my niggas (Still swingin', nigga, yeah)
+Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Yeah, nigga, straight up)
+Another Christmas without my dawgs (I miss my nigga, yeah)
+I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call (Yeah, blood behind that nigga, any day)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Bitch Who Stole Christmas[Verse 1]
+The bitch, she was bad and sexy (Bad and sexy)
+Light brown complexion
+Even badder neck (Badder neck)
+Her sex is a weapon (Woo)
+Been a gangsta, dog, since a adolescent
+Bait 'em in, wink at ’em, skate 'em in
+Fuck him, then she fuck his friend
+Find out where they hide the money
+Then she call her brother and he call his friend (Woo)
+Now they run in that bitch
+Cut ya down, take everythang
+Ho blame you when she say, "I do"
+And any backup split everythang
+Now she shinin' with plenty diamonds
+She got it, she tryna ride
+She slime all the time
+This bitch tryna hit everybody
+
+[Chorus]
+She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas
+
+[Verse 2]
+Shoulda never trusted that ho (No)
+Shoulda never made her your girl (No)
+Shoulda never showed her your stage (No)
+Shoulda never showed her your plug
+Now sex is a weapon and she started early-early (Early-early)
+She know how to work it, work it (Work it, work it)
+She fucked you and put you to sleep (Snake)
+And then she get dirty-dirty
+Like, she go in your pockets, see what’s in your pockets
+She get it and fold it back
+She always be askin' for shit, shoulda knew she wasn't shit
+Always askin' for shit
+But she bad as a motherfucker (Bad)
+Face match her ass like a motherfucker (Bad)
+In Gucci, she swaggin', she always be laughin'
+Them dimples'll make you a sucka-sucka (Fast)
+This lil' bitch here Halle Berry, huh
+She even play games with the credit card
+She ride down the street, look at every car
+Hopin’ she’ll catch her a double-up
+She catch him a boss, she can break you off
+Suck on his dick 'cause she got the sauce
+She got on his jewelry like she the boss
+Then she sent her homeboys in his house
+[Chorus]
+She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas
+The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas
+
+[Outro]
+Shoulda never trusted that ho
+Never trusted that ho
+Shoulda never trusted that ho
+Never trusted that ho
+Never, mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Christmas Lights[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
+Savage Holidays, nigga
+Look at these Christmas lights
+Everybody love me
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+I got a chain on my neck with the charm
+Bible on my neck and the scripture come from psalms
+Diamonds in my ears make the women go crazy
+Jesus on my neck and somethin' for your old baby (Lights)
+Step up on the scene (Lights), me and my whole team (Lights)
+Iceman Nick, big shit, bet it’s gon' hit
+Rose gold set, I'm kind of cold, man
+Yung Bleu up in this bitch lookin’ like a fuckin' snowman
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+[Verse 2: Tootie Raww]
+I'm a baby Christmas tree named Tootie, I'm Raww
+And my diamonds they be drippin', they drippin' just like some water
+Name a youngin go harder, I get it from my father
+We be turned up for Christmas, ain't nobody goin' harder
+And I spend what I wanna spend, get what I wanna get
+Might just cop a watch and bust it down and you know it hit
+Trel get on Christmas lights, Webbie got on Christmas lights
+Everybody ’round us, they got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+
+[Verse 3: Iviona Badazz]
+Ivi, ice me out, check my time, I’m Christmas lights down
+17, big B, and it bling and it shine, plus it got a crown
+All my fans like my smile and they know that I'm worth it
+Shout out to pops, he give his all, our Christmas so perfect
+Diamonds sick, they hittin’, yeah, bling
+Put a lil' sparkle on my car, make sure my horses clean
+Look at the lights, tell me how bright, no, this is not no dream
+Say this the life, so we ball whenever that we please
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights
+Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights
+Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lightsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rap Star Heaven[Intro]
+I'm about to take y'all to a place I see in my head
+Where everybody get along
+Everybody get along (Rap star)
+This a place where people like me go (Boosie Badazz)
+(I'm goin' to rap star heaven)
+And enjoy everything that we did (Rap star heaven)
+We got some bad motherfuckers in rap star heaven
+(I'm goin' to rap star heaven, I'm goin' to rap star heaven
+You know who you gotta see in rap star heaven)
+
+[Verse 1]
+2Pac and Biggie, in the same city (Chillin')
+Both of 'em on Henny (Both of 'em on Henny)
+And they women sexy (Bad bitches)
+On the stage, XXXTENTACION (on the stage, XXXTENTACION)
+Turned up with Mac Miller (Turned up with Mac Miller)
+Pimp C up in the back, he got his own booth
+Him and Big Hawk sippin' (Laid back, big sippin')
+Mac Dre, he in the building (Got the Bay up in the building)
+Eazy E, he run the building (Eazy got it on lock)
+Soulja Slim up in the back, pattin' his camel pack
+With his threes to the ceiling (Him and Shawty Lo chillin')
+
+[Chorus]
+Rap star heaven
+(We got DJ Screw in this club, baby, you know what this is right here)
+Rap star heaven
+(We got Jam Master Jay on the ones and twos, aw shit)
+Rap star heaven
+(I'm Boosie Badazz, I'm that nigga, I know this is)
+I'm goin' to rap star heaven
+A place where everybody get along
+[Verse 2]
+Rap star heaven (Rap star heaven)
+Bankroll Fresh (Bankroll, Bankroll)
+Lil' Snupe in the VIP (Look at Snupe)
+Hollerin' 'bout, " Who wanna come and freestyle with me?"
+Now him and Marley goin' at it (Now him and Marley goin' at it)
+Camoflauge say next (Camoflauge say next)
+Prodigy and Big L up in this motherfucker
+And Chinx posted up fresh (Look at BTY Young'n, man)
+
+[Chorus]
+Rap star heaven
+(Big Pun in this motherfucker, Big Nut playin' Lucci)
+Rap star heaven
+(Left Eye, I see you girl, haha)
+Lil Lonnie, Mississippi, rap star heaven
+(One thing you can't take from me, I make some good ass music)
+I'm goin' to rap star heaven
+(Nate Dogg, just roll, my nigga)
+The place where everybody get along
+
+[Outro]
+Goin' to that place
+(You ain't gotta pack a gat no more, you ain't gotta watch your back no more)
+Goin' to that place
+(You in rap star heaven, baby, everything free, baby)
+Once you in that place
+Rap star heaven
+(We gon' play some cards, nigga)
+Rap star heaven
+(We gon' play some dominos, nigga)
+Rap star heaven
+(Lil Bleek and I, you dig, yeah)
+And I know where I'm goin'
+Rap star heaven
+Can't hate on me no more, no
+Rap star heaven
+This for every rapper we done lost
+If I forgot you, your fans will never forget you, remember that
+You in that place now (Rap star heaven)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Nigga (Lil Boosieanna)[Intro]
+(Now) If you love your nigga, hug your nigga (hug your nigga)
+Look them dead in the eye (dead in the eye)
+And tell your nigga
+Tell that nigga you love them (you love your nigga)
+
+[Verse]
+We started out smoking weed in the park
+Visine in our eyes, trying make it home 'fore dark
+Flipping off the clothes line, holes in our jeans
+Fucking with these hoes' mind, on the trampoline
+Tripping off that purple haze, trying get it off
+Gotta find a junkie at the bottom mad dog
+All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets
+And even if you right or wrong, it's on, mane, its beef (off top)
+I cut class with this nigga, act a ass wit this nigga
+Off that hide-go-get unless them hoes sucking dick
+Feeling like the shit on the first week of school
+'Til your clothes run out, now you acting a fool
+Remember when we first started grinding, they was giving us hell
+All the OG's was hating, trying to hog all the sells
+But the OG's started chosen, we busted the hood open
+And my niggas, they kept a nigga rolling
+I love youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Clean Up Man[Intro]
+As you know, I'm a playboy
+I do what I want when I want
+But I'm always there for that special lady who need someone to talk to
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good)
+I do what I want (Do what I want)
+And I ain't tied down to no string
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I'm the clean up man (I listen, baby)
+I do what I want, I screw who I want
+And I ain't tied down to no string
+
+[Verse 1]
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Boosie Badazz)
+You can call me any time, I'll be right on time
+To clean up things (I got you, baby)
+You can cry on my shoulder like a baby (Like a baby)
+I'ma wipe your tears, girl, like your lady (Like my baby)
+You're goin' bad, I got some money for you, baby (I got you)
+Get your hair fixed for you and your nails done (You lookin' nice)
+Every time you say thanks, I say you're welcome (Welcome)
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, honey)
+I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good)
+I do what I want (Do what I want)
+And I ain't tied down to no string
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I do what I want, I screw who I want
+And I ain't tied down to no string
+[Verse 2]
+Why you cryin' and shit? (He just keep cheatin' on me)
+What he did you, baby? (He don't do nothin' for these kids)
+I got you, baby (I just need to get away)
+I'll take you honey
+Take you back to the spot with me
+Make the bed come and rock with me (Uh, uh)
+Your man don't need to know nothin' 'bout me
+And when you're goin' through it baby, make sure you call me
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I'm the clean up man (I got you)
+I do what I want (Do what I want, yes sir)
+And I ain't tied down to no string (I ain't on no string)
+Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby)
+I'm the clean up man (Yes I am)
+I do what I want (Do what I want), I screw who I want
+And I ain't tied down to no string (Hah)
+
+[Outro]
+Baby, I'm the clean up man
+You make it messy, I clean it up for you, partner
+If you ain't hittin' that pussy right, I put a fine tune on that pussy
+I'm the clean up man
+If you don't wanna listen to her
+I'll give her a few minutes to tell me what's on her mind
+Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Where I’m From[Intro]
+Where I'm from
+Boosie Blues Cafe
+That cafe, nigga
+Where I'm from
+
+[Chorus]
+'Bout a million miles from Cali (Million miles from Cali)
+That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from)
+Not too far from Granny (I ain't too far from Granny)
+That's where I'm from (Yeah, that's where I'm from)
+Baton Rouge, Louisiana (I'm out that mud, nigga)
+I'm from the slums (Yeah, I'm from the slums)
+No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby)
+That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from)
+These niggas crazy (Hey), get your gun
+Where I'm from'll make you say, mm-hmm-hmm
+Spinnin' every day, every day, mm-hmm-hmm (Yah)
+
+[Verse]
+No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby)
+Where I'm from (Straight up)
+They hit cops where I'm from (Fuck 12, fuck 12)
+Another black man dead (Fuck 12, fuck 12)
+Shot him down with a gun (Fuck 12, fuck 12, damn)
+Right in front his son (Fuck 12, fuck 12, can't you see?)
+No mercy, baby (It's no mercy, baby)
+Where I'm from (Where I'm from)
+Can't even trust your lady (Don't trust your lady)
+If she love money (Talk to 'em)
+These people racist, it's all on they faces (Where I'm from)
+They want us in cages (Want us in cages)
+Or dead on the pavement (Huh)
+[Chorus]
+'Bout a million miles from Cali (Million miles from Cali)
+That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from)
+Not too far from Granny (I ain't too far from Granny)
+That's where I'm from (Yeah, that's where I'm from)
+Baton Rouge, Louisiana (I'm out that mud, nigga)
+I'm from the slums (Yeah, I'm from the slums)
+No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby)
+That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from)
+These niggas crazy (Hey), get your gun
+Where I'm from'll make you say, mm-hmm-hmm
+Spinnin' every day, every day, mm-hmm-hmmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Let’s Talk About It[Chorus]
+Aw shit, let's talk about it
+All we see is raindrops (All we see is crazy, woo)
+Let's talk about it (Let me tell you what's goin' on)
+Talk to 'em Boosie, let's go
+
+[Verse 1]
+They shootin' at the bus stop (Talk to 'em)
+Fillin' up the graveyard (Oh, talk to 'em)
+Lyin' at the church house (Oh, I'm 'bout to hurt they feelings now)
+Takin' all our money from us (I'm 'bout to tell it like it is)
+These lil' girls think they women now (Shit your lil' high ass down)
+'Cause they got some ass and titties now (They got some ass and titties now)
+If you make it, they gon' talk 'bout you (You make it, they gon' talk 'bout you)
+Kanye West, what's wrong with you? (Seem like everybody trippin', man, straight up)
+
+[Chorus]
+Let's talk about it (What's goin' on?)
+All we see is raindrops (All we see is raindrops)
+Let's talk about it (It's crazy)
+All we see is raindrops (It's a crazy world out there, tellin' y'all what's goin on)
+
+[Verse 2]
+They shootin' up the whole school (They shootin' up the whole damn school)
+Safer to be homeschooled (I'm tellin' the truth now, I'm finna talk to 'em)
+Taxes, man, they sky high, sky high
+But we get bag of dog food, what's goin' on?
+The feds got Mr. Dogfood (Free Ralo)
+Bill Cosby, he on all news (Not the Jello Man)
+Education low at all schools (Education low at all schools)
+Plus they just sprayed me in the mall, fool (They just sprayed me in the mall, racist shit)
+[Chorus]
+Let's talk about it (It's 1968 all over again)
+All we see is raindrops (All we see is crazy stuff every day)
+Let's talk about it (Every day somethin' on the news crazy)
+All we see is raindrops (Man, they gotta knew that's gon' happen)
+What's goin' on? DamnEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Miss MeJeezy(this for my nigga dat do a lil time im gettin out i gotchu nigga(tell me when you miss me)ain't no missin me yea yea...when you miss me....
+Chorus
+Talk bad bout a real nigga while he right here real nigga gon wanna cry n poor beers choose on but im hard till dey get me but when a real nigga gone will dey miss me tell me when you miss me i said when big dog gone nigga tell me when you miss me tell me when you miss me i said when big done gone nigga tell me when you miss me
+Lil boosie-i gotta year n im here drinkin beer n my nigga slangin steel replacin all chill talk bad bouta real nigga but u can see me n da street when big dog gone yall gon miss me like meech do my time like a g six babies gon miss me but can't no nigga eva take my position cuz yall gone talk bouta boss while a nigga right chea but chall gon miss me like tiny miss tiff won't trip naw nigga stay focused when i come home yall gon scatta like roaches baby momma drama right now dey tryna diss me but when i get locked watch how deez hoes miss me tellem jeezy
+Chorus-jeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+So softIf You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard...
+[Boosie:]
+I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter Listen Up Im A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And Its Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find Soft Mixed Wit Dem Green Beans Thats For Them Real True Dope Fiends That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If Its Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending Wit It High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em Wit I Got It I Got ItEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I like datNow I promise you 2 c** home at nite Yea rite
+I promise you 2 always treat you rite yea rite
+I promise 2 be down 4 you n never cheat but when I'm wit a dime piece
+I can see dem tears flying down yo cheek
+Y you thug me like dat cuz I'm thug'd
+I startin pullin away 4rm girls when we start falling in love
+Was go take you on a cruise but I change my mind
+I always promise you the movies but I have no time
+I'm wit my niggas half the day n she ain't feeling dat
+Y she at home cooking n cleaning I'm getting stacks
+She love a nigga but I be damn if she trust a nigga
+But the s** still a 10 when we fucking nigga. N she like:
+Y you thug me like dat? I swear 2 god I don't mean 2
+Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X]
+
+Now I promise not leave ya pussy wet yea rite
+I promise you 2 show you sum respect yea rite
+I guess I live the life of a super star driving all dez fancy cars
+N real talk man I can have any broad. Plus I hate 2 see you crying, I hate 2 tell you lies, that's y deep inside she be like y you thug me like dat. It's just in me, been doing girls wrong since I stepped off in Mckinley. Hate 2 put my hands on ya cuz I feel bad. I wear a rubber when I'm fucking but you don't feel dat. They got a lot of women wrong, got a lot of women strong. But when you got a super star you gotta hold on. Super star go try 2 fuck all dez hoes yea rite, but when they zip down them bauds everything alright. My nigga bleek he like: go home 2 yo ol' lady, she catch yo ass slipping she go bust dat 380
+Y you thug me like dat?
+I swear 2 god I don't mean 2, sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X]
+
+Look this how I play it
+If I ever fuck with ya
+Ima fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga
+Y you thugging like dat
+Cuz I'm boosie badass
+If she don't suck it I act mad
+I can't do nothing but laugh
+I made the girls cook 4 me n don't even c** by
+Hope this dirty shit don't c** back on Tarlasia n Ivy
+I make the girls pussy wet when I look in they eyes
+So boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs
+I got my heart broke at 14, that was way way back
+So all the girls after that, it was straight pay back
+I like 2 lay back n take trips n dress you up
+But when you start mouthing off you messing up
+So shut it up. Would you forgive a real nigga answer that?
+Would you still be with him answer that
+If he had another baby put you in a situation
+Would you forgive him or leave him n hate him
+Y you thug me like dat? I swear 2 god I don't mean 2
+Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Keep It Gangsta (Lil Boosieanna)[Hook]
+Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks
+I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top
+Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+Life stories, real shit, real facts
+Real niggas, real bitches, feel that
+Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+
+[Verse]
+I spit this shit from the bottom of my stomach
+So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach
+It ain't nothing, momma like, "Ooh my baby boy thugging"
+In love with guns and he can't stop clubbing, never could tell him nothing
+Fuck with real G's with big nuts who flip keys on highways
+Player-made niggas, man, who flip hoes off MySpace
+Luxury in driveways, let your roof back, nigga
+That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw your two back, nigga
+My time to shine, niggas playing, but I'm bout my business
+Last to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest
+Red Monkey's to Dickies, nigga got every color
+From [?] to 28, niggas got many hustles
+My brothers, they Trill Fam, love me because I'm loyal
+Dude keep his shit strapped, because my watch will get me kidnapped
+From my block to yo trap, iggas heads get bust
+Feds get dust, my trill niggas out here ready to bust
+It's gangsta
+[Hook]
+Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks
+I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top
+Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+Life stories, real shit, real facts
+Real niggas, real bitches, feel that
+Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
+I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangstaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Aint Comin Home Tonight[Verse 1:]
+I got a call from a friend who I used to love
+She told me meet me at da bar at my favorite club
+Sat ha on got my drink and my favorite rhyme
+Den I felt a cold rush comin from behind
+She grabbed my waist and whisperd in my ear
+Thug I miss you
+We need to talk cuz me and my man, we got sum issues
+We started remininesin bad times and da gud times
+Like my first line
+You cute, will u be mine?
+Smellin jus lik how I rememba
+She was lookin fine
+And I ain't comin home tonite
+Dats wuts on my mind
+Tell my girl I got studio time
+Go snatch umbrella cuz my car draw to much tention
+We hit da room
+We got to drankin and shyt
+And on top I was gon angle my dicc
+We hit da embassy suites
+Man she turned 2 a beast
+She introducd me to her tongue ring and put me to sleep
+
+[Chorus:]
+I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+Cuz tonight I'm on flight
+Tonight I'm on flight
+[Verse 2:]
+Jus had a concert
+I'm tired and my lungs hurt
+Wen she walk n vip wit a high skirt
+She had a ass lik buffy
+She turnd me on
+I even went startd blushin wen I saw ha thong
+She grabbd my cheeks and sed ohh u so cute
+She had a gurl dat wantd webbie
+She was sold 2
+I askd can we cum n see em b4 we tak it in
+I hit dey spot
+I hit da tub
+She start laughn den
+Don look lik I'm comin home tonite
+Cuz da conversation rite and da vibe is tight
+Man she came 2 da bed
+Wit a tshirt and ha draws on
+As soon as she lay onside boosie
+I got a hard on
+I put my hand up on ha thighs
+Den I rub dat coochie
+I hurd her say up unda ha breath " oh boosie"
+Dat pussy soakin wet
+And we all on da floo
+I hit ha from da bacc
+And it's a fact dat I ain't comin home
+[Chorus:]
+I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+I no it ain't rite
+I no it ain't rite
+Bt I ain't comin home tonite
+Cuz tonite I'm on flight
+Tonite I'm on flight
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Me n my gurl jus had a fite
+I gotta get away
+Look lik I ain't comin home 4 a couple days
+I hit da plane
+Chill
+Put on my shades
+On da plane can't shhh
+Now I'm n a daze
+A high kosher
+U remember dem lil boosie days
+I broke ya virgin at 15
+Now u feel playd
+By da way
+Y dem bruises on yo fukkn face?
+She sed my man still bringin up dat boosie case
+Wuts yo destination?
+Florida
+Dats wur I'm goin 2
+I'm at da same hotel u at
+Room 102
+And u can come to my room
+Bt she sed no
+She sed no u can come 2 mynes
+I got a surprise
+I walkd up into da room
+And smelld was da best
+She had on a lil red dress
+[Chorus]
+[Instrumental]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Choppers n’ Gunz (Album Version)[Intro]
+Choppers and guns
+[?] for fun
+Choppers and guns
+[?]
+Crazy shit ya
+You already know this shit man
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga snatched from your house
+Clutch you on the couch
+Nigga you don't know my people
+Went to war with like 14 people
+Drink Codeine like it's legal
+Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up
+Used to tell my homeboy slow down
+Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound
+Nigga bumped his head 'fore I came home
+Me and Five Gang in the Regal
+Goin' to get back at the busters
+I told Fat fall back with the jack heads
+'Fore I came home, nigga dusted
+Now they do it on them buses
+Come and get you like buster
+All my side women know
+Do I still roll with Buster?
+I don't lay down, play around with no nigga
+Track life boss made, I'm a go getter
+Still real, still solid, no ho nigga
+You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas?
+Everybody gettin' shot, niggas gettin' stopped
+Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
+Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
+Might as well tell 'em get guns
+[Hook]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas gettin' smoked at the Exxon
+'Fore I leave the house, grab the teflon
+I look at my nigga, you outta here
+Don't make me say where you was (?) here
+Nigga lookin' for you, they don't ride round
+Fuck a four boy, I got a five pound
+Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get deeper
+Track like Chi-Town
+Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down
+You can stand up bitch but you gon' sit down
+You can man up bitch and you get miss 'round
+But we and-1 niggas and commit fouls
+Niggas out the road cause these niggas rat
+Shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black
+Yeah I'm real, gun one down for a (?)
+Juice wasn't even no act
+[Hook]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and guns
+
+[Verse 3]
+My nigga lil Turn in the papers
+Heard he own a body in the cape
+He looked at me like I'm a G though
+This was when he was in three door
+To-Lu, he come for his kilos
+But he got a bag of them squirters
+A bag of money and a big ass heart
+It's about to be capital murder
+They swing and they whack you on purpose
+They walk by your house like they turtles
+You see 'em, you run, you jump hurdles
+You left it at home now you murdered
+How the fuck I'm supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the nigga 'round tryna kill him
+They killed his lil cousin and Slim
+These boys play above the rim
+[Hook]
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns
+Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
+Hope you got choppers and gunsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boosie 2-intro-
+Yuh yuh
+Shut up
+(shut the fuck up)
+(hello?)
+What up
+(what up bae)
+Man sometimes..
+I just can't make my mind up
+I love you though
+(u know i love you rite?)
+Im trapped;im caught up
+Caught up,in the middle
+(yea in the middle)
+Of a 2 way love affiar
+Imm trapped;caught up
+Caught up
+In the middle
+(yea)in the middle
+Of a 2 way love affair
+-verse 1-
+I know i fucked up
+I hurt you so many times
+I know u tierd of cryin
+(but,but,but,but)
+I apologize
+Can you come n take a ride in my 45
+Real talk im missing you
+Kissing you and hugging you tight
+And makin love on sight
+(we fuck wherever)
+We together is the best i ever done
+But when the love gets to deep
+I run
+But i love you though
+Cuz you on my mind everytime i fuck another hoe
+Thats how i really know
+Late night countin paper with me
+(i remember)
+Bubble bath,u use to cater to me
+Dont wanna lose you to the streets
+Thats why everytime we beef
+I call ya like "lets meet"
+(fa real)
+Shit dun got too deep
+You dont want to be my friend
+I gotta old lady n she been here
+-bridge-
+Whats up man(whats up)
+Why you trippin man!?
+Im made my mind up
+What you talkn about?
+What?!
+(what?!)
+Fuck!
+-chorus-
+Trapped
+Im caught up; caught up
+In the middle
+(yea)the middle
+Of a 2 way love affair
+(repeat)
+-verse 2-
+Say girl you know whats happenin
+You know what i do
+The way she say she love boo
+She can't be number 2
+So we beefin; she cheatin
+And i dun lost love
+Plus my real thang
+Man i almost lost her
+Wan be wit you somtimes
+Wanna be wit her somtimes
+If i could have you both
+That'll really blow my mind
+Sometimes i want to let you both go
+But they get me in the bed
+N they take me on that rodeo
+Why u can't let her go?
+Cuz i love her
+And she been down wit me from the shine
+To the struggle
+(u dont understand)
+You a bad muhfucka
+You say you love me
+What got me feenin for you;
+What got you feenin for me?
+-chorus-
+Trapped
+Im caught up; caught up
+In the middle(yea)
+The middle
+Of a 2 way love affair
+(repeat)
+-outro-
+This is a old hit
+(a classic)
+I just brought that bitch back(like a motherfuckin flat top)boosie bad azz stop
+(you know)
+I know they gotta motherfucka trapped out there tonight
+Can't make your mind up
+That outside pussy a fool!
+Trapped
+Caught up!
+Boosie bad azz
+Turn me upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Ride Home Freestyle (DJ Reddy Rell Remix)[Intro: Lil Boosie]
+Man, it’s time to take off these jail clothes
+Go get my Boosie fade
+
+[Intro: DJ Reddy Rell]
+Haha, DJ Reddy Rell the Crossover King!
+Go Grizz on the track!
+Millz!
+Hip-Hop TXL Volume Thirty-Six
+
+[Verse: Lil Boosie]
+Man, it���s time to take off these jail clothes
+Go get my Boosie fade
+Hit through Pleasure Seeker’s
+See what’s happenin’ with that new Escalade
+Got my weight up with my hate
+I’m a hot girl’s dream
+Back to doing what I was doing with my money machine
+Ching-ching
+Label me Scarface, Al Capone and Larry Hoover
+You and I know it was damn wrong how they judged Boosie
+Lights, camera, action, first time acting and they loved the movie
+Finna get my own clothes, I get enough of COOGI
+Still with shooters, still be bootin’, but I got my mind right
+Now I’m way richer, so what that mean?
+I’m way bigger
+Shackled down from my feet to my hands
+Missing my kids, man a feeling only I can explain
+So many people held their nuts, thought I wasn’t gonna come home, huh?
+Pay me like I’ll wait, county baby boy home nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Long Journey[Intro]
+I'ma do this for the struggle
+All the niggas tryna take us to court
+All the niggas tryna slow us down
+All the rumors
+And they know it ain't true, but they still spread em
+All that shit
+But we thank God for everything he gave us, believe that
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie]
+I send some kisses up to Heaven for my people who couldn't make it
+Hold on, we all gotta go home
+Remember that late night in the studio, me, you, and Q?
+Remember that van that fit 12 but we put 22?
+We recorded in the trailer, raps at night
+Gotta make a hit before I set that trap at night
+I wanna thank God for everything
+Everything he then done for this lil gangsta mane
+You ain't know? I'll never change with a million dollars
+And we ain't gotta hang nigga but we still partners
+Money coming like a freight train, we smoking good
+Nigga will go home just to ride big through the hood
+We living good
+Pussy niggas tryna take us to court
+Every time you look around a nigga spending some dough
+But I wanna thank him for, the blessing he gave me
+The 30 minutes on stage for them 10Gs baby
+Damn
+[Chorus]
+Dear God I thank you for
+Everything you gave to us
+You kept them Devils away from us
+Yea you finally made a way for us
+
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+I came from the dirt (?)
+Some rough streets to be something, you had to be a G
+Them niggas 12-13 going on 23
+Counting cheese out the box
+Bandana tied, outside with a Glock and rocks
+Nigga dropped straight outta school cause we ain't making a dime
+Told me I need a education, told them bitches they lying
+Told me no way I'll ever make it, to get a straight ass job
+Hit the streets no application, I was already hired
+Can't deny it, it still be times I wish I could've rewinded
+Got with (?) or kicked knowledge, completed assignments
+Put my gat by my side and made myself a lil promise
+Work, rhyming, or robbing I'm coming out shining
+I bucked my share of 9s, dumped my share of 9s
+Fucked my share of bitches, fucked over a couple niggas
+Say God, you my dawg and I pray you keep fucking with me
+(?) I gotta watch over a couple niggas
+
+[Chorus]
+Dear God I thank you for
+Everything you gave to us
+You kept them Devils away from us
+Yea you finally made a way for us
+[Verse 3: Boosie]
+It was you, that made them niggas miss when they shot
+It was you that made me leave right before they hit the block
+It was you, that helped me feed my children when they need me
+It was you that helped me out with this shit called diabetes
+It was you, on stage when I was rocking my shows
+You the rubber when I be fucking my hoes, you stay with me
+I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me
+And every hating ass nigga who ever sold you hate me
+Keep on, we gon' forever have they head gone
+Diamonds all over like I'm kin to Fred Flinstone
+Kids see me in the street, they love Boosie
+They say what's happening Badazz and throw up they deuces
+
+[Chorus]
+Dear God I thank you for
+Everything you gave to us
+You kept them Devils away from us
+Yea you finally made a way for usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Meal Talk[Verse 1: Bun B]
+Man I done sit back and think about all the moves I done made
+The streets was colder than a bitch, that's how the game was played
+You either bout it or you not, there ain't no middle ground
+This how you was getting down in my little town
+Knowing jealousy and niggas tryna lie on me
+Smiling in my face, but wanting me to die, homie
+Just know I see it from a hundred yards
+Ducking frauds, and even though I wanna pull your card, thank the lord
+That I can hear it when they hating on me
+Catch them coming round the corner when they waiting on me
+See Imma get to where I'm going, cause I'm pationt, homie
+And when I get there, Imma have nothing but paper on me
+So when you see me, [?] in my grill
+Be who you really is, nigga keep it trill
+Understand that it's levels to this thing
+[?] and be about your paper, cause I'm always about mine
+
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
+Real talk, this that meal talk
+Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk
+Nigga this that real talk
+Nigga this that meal talk
+
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+Made that money, now I see all these niggas hate on me
+I'm from that gutter gutter gutter, bitch I deserve a b
+Quarter million Bentley truck, I could've gave him 3
+Best believe, I still got niggas out here [?]
+Tryna get, fuck a couple M's, a nigga need 50
+I deserve the [?]
+Cause I seen the roaches [?]
+I done seen the [?] in the building [?]
+[?] but I'm staying strong with [?]
+[?] ghetto boy [?]
+[?] you deserve a bullit, [?] your bitch ass [?]
+[?] back and forth [?]
+I done ran up me some M's, middle finger to them niggas
+[?] when they see me
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
+Real talk, this that meal talk
+Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk
+Nigga this that real talk
+Nigga this that meal talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta Party[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Pocket full of money why I ball
+I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle
+I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel
+Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners
+Feeling like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Money like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
+Bad bitches like Nicki Nicki Nicki
+Bad bitches like Nicki Nicki Nicki
+Bad bitches like Rihanna anna anna
+Bad bitches like Rihanna, that's my baby mama
+Yeah yeah
+[?] yeah yeah
+[?]
+And her homegirl bad as a motherfucker
+We all have fun, that's all I gotta say
+[?] yeah yeah yeah in this motherfucker
+We got all the bread in this motherfucker
+[?] in this motherfucker
+Know she told me yeah yeah yeah
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Pocket full of money why I ball
+I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle
+I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel
+Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners
+Feeling like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Money like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Dee Rogers]
+Bad bitches [?]
+[?]
+Gutter bitch, she be [?]
+[?] pop a bottle
+[?]
+[?]
+I be on the Henny, drunk, almost passed out
+Pretty women [?]with they ass out
+[?] no cash out
+[?]
+My dick [?] last longer [?]
+[?] bitch ass fat with some perfect titties
+Pussy first night when we on the Remy
+[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
+Pocket full of money why I ball
+I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle
+I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel
+Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners
+Feeling like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Money like yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeah
+Yeah yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Who’s Houze[Verse 1:]
+Strolling through my hood
+On my way to Atlantic
+Thirty days from the grammys
+Twenty five blocks from a grand understand
+And I can feel it in the air but a nigga won’t panic
+That’s when I got stop by the Head Park Cops
+You sign with Boo now is you we rock
+When the time comes we gonna take that shot
+Put your hands on your head when the mixtape drop
+We sended by, couple tapes for the crew
+Where’s the dough, from the states we grew
+Not the first pick try to touch my crew
+Either do what you do
+Or let the nigga slide through
+At the top I got my interviews
+Off the clock, I feel bad for you dude
+40 K  years and your kids need food
+And a nigga like me got a neck full of jewels
+So off the street I walk
+I think about God and I believe he talks
+I don’t wanna show off with the things I bought
+It’s the dreams that cost, what you mean your boss
+Looked up like yay, I made it to Time Square
+The waves rock me here
+Got the air with (unable to hear clearly the words in this line)
+[Chorus] [x2]
+I learn the game at whose house
+Whose house
+Bitch I’m decked out in jewels house
+New songs
+Nigga my whole crews out
+And you can move now
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Gotta see if the fraternity match
+Boss nigga and my salary cap
+But leave a drop, a leave the chatter a rat
+As a matter of fact
+Let’s not talk about the shit, I think it’s better we act
+If I shoot 4, 5 niggas better react
+Ain’t nobody telling shit
+We took a veteran pack
+Very scary when I carried the axe
+Ain’t a nigga attacks
+How the shit going, fucking with that
+I speak cool, but i’m heavily strapped
+I get high off the deadliest raps
+You gotta move when the felony strap
+Street shit, but intelligent rap
+I’m ahead of the curve, I’ll be ducking the swerve
+Let no man take nothing that’s yours
+Murder charge another subject or verbs
+You gotta do it if you’re out of the words
+And I’m out of the words
+None of mine for a dozen of your’s
+You running blind, then you loving the serve
+Won’t grind but you swear you deserve
+You eating swine with the men that we serve
+I killed the game like boo nigga
+I got the fame of a new nigga
+I set self for the mascot and tell
+Digital cd’s on shelves
+Dropping my LP at twelve
+Giving them hell
+Like Gucci and Savage and Shell, well (laughters)
+Bad ass music
+Where stars are made
+Beware, beware
+A star is made
+More music more money
+More money, more motivation
+Like I told you
+Only you can stop yourself from being break
+And even though it’s a difference
+We want finally rich
+Bitches will last forever, cause this lifestyle we first proud
+And music is everything
+Like all them coke use to have on the street, It’s everything
+I learnt the game at whose houseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Clutchin[Intro]
+[?] on the track
+
+[Verse 1: Dee Rogers]
+I brought the .40 in this bitch so don't even look at me
+A bitch ain't never took from me
+And your big dog a bitch to me
+Made one call, we clear the scene
+I left the booth and sold a P
+I used to jack a soldiery
+Don't mask up, bitch gon' know it's me
+It's my trap, don't bring a ho round me (Fuck your ho round here)
+
+[Chorus: Dee Rogers]
+Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
+Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
+Everybody round me clutchin'
+Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
+I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt)
+
+[Verse 2: Dee Rogers]
+Hold up, I up that fire on him
+Told him I was gon' buy, but I lied to him (I lied)
+He didn't see it comin', plus my partner right on side of him
+I'm with my young hittas, thеy teenagers, it's like five of thеm
+For Dee Rogers, they gon' die for him (They gon' slide for him)
+Ho, ain't on no rap shit
+I'm prayin' for my brother, he like to clap shit
+Don't touch my dawg, you might get slapped bitch (Slap that ho)
+On gang
+I brought that ratchet with me
+Still fuckin' with big O 'cause he was jackin' with me
+Pistol-whip them, had to smack 'em with me
+And we'll shoot this bitch up (On Blood)
+And we'll shoot this bitch up (Ho)
+And we'll shoot this bitch up, don't give a fuck
+A nigga claimin' that he tough
+I brought that pump, it fill him up (Fill that bitch up)
+[Chorus: Dee Rogers]
+Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
+Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
+Everybody round me clutchin'
+Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
+I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt, bitch)
+E-everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch)
+Everybody round me clutchin'
+Everybody round me clutchin'
+Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin'
+I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt)
+
+[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
+I got one, he got one, she got one (Bitch)
+If they play, they go late, we gon' stomp one (Bitch)
+My lil' dawg on parole but he still got his pole
+He ain't puttin' that bitch down, that's how we live in the fold (Bitch)
+Everybody 'round me bustin' head (Bitch)
+Everybody 'round me never scared of bein' dead (Bitch)
+Everybody 'round me ready to dirt dog a opp in his head
+All of us got .30's, clutchin' bang, big pressure
+Know I gotta keep two Glocks, I'm a main nigga
+My dawg got two .50 Glocks, he a gravedigger
+Bitch, you gon' get blues, and I know which one to use
+Drag him from the ripper, 7.62's
+Pussy bitch we clutchin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Do Tha Ratchet[?], Oh yeah, Boosie Badazz and we all got some ratchet in us
+Yeah, everybody got lil ratchet in them, for real
+Lego, lego, look
+This for my ratchet niggas and my ratchet hoes
+Who come out they clothes 'cause lil Boosie gotta go
+And I'm a ratchet nigga, but I'm the [?]
+You gonna [?] 10 gs and put the taxes wid it
+We gotta ratchet city, you got a project full of hoes, [?] saggy titties then you the sickest [?]
+My nigga Mandigo, he got the antidote
+They call them ratchet in that bottom 'cause he move that coke
+Now where Big Poppa at? you know he ratchet too
+You know he take them X pills and pop 'em two by two
+She in the club [?] but she a classy chick
+She on a [?] posted up, you know you ratchet bitch
+She got [?], but she be making fetty
+But I can't talk 'bout lil mama 'cause I got three already
+And yeah I miss my daddy, he was a ratchet thug
+Man he showed me the game about these ratchet [?]
+This [?]
+This for the ratchet niggas stunting in this [?] Lexus
+The president, he ratchet, [?]
+His ratchet ass ain't have to [?]
+[?]
+[?]
+
+[Chorus]
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, come on
+Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look
+He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, and man we all got some ratchet in us
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look
+He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, man we all got some ratchet in us
+[Verse: Mr. Mandigo]
+Mr. Mandigo, Ratchet King, Ratchet man (uh huh)
+Got [?] city jumpin' and doin' the ratchet dance (yeah yeah)
+I'm ratchet when I talk, I'm ratchet when I walk
+I'm a ratchet ass nigga, that's my [?]
+He ratchet boy [?]
+[?]
+I don't pills, but I get jiggy
+I got that antidote, see the grove ratchet city
+Big dog, big nuts, I'm a G [?]
+Nigga mad I got cash, I'm fresh with mine
+I'ma go hard ratchet and [?] making ratchet
+My Lava House antsy got these hoes gettin' [?]
+[?] ice, I live a ratchet life (come on)
+I ain't gotta rap, I started this ratchet hype
+My ratchet way got [?] grove
+[?]
+
+[Chorus]
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, come on
+Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look
+He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, and man we all got some ratchet in us
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah
+Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look
+He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, man we all got some ratchet in us
+[Verse ???]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle 2015Wrist go along with a sick flow girls hitting switches on my thang like a 6'4 swisher sweet full of dro,no need to pull a hoe every hole in her body she turn into a????,fit so high most dudes steal it out a gucci storeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dont cut his dick off dawgI gotta say sum bout this shit bruh
+Dwayne Wade you gon too fuckin far dawg
+That is a male
+A 12 year old
+At twelve they don't even know-
+They don’t even know-
+What they next meal gon be
+They don't Ee-they don't have shit figured out chyet
+He might meet uh uh woman- anything at 16 and fall in love with her
+But his dick be gone how he gon..
+Like bruh iss iss J- you goin too far dawg
+Don’t cut his dick off bruh…
+Like bruh..
+For real-
+If he gon be gay let him be gay
+But don't cut his dick off bruh…
+Like don't AHkDress him as a women dawgg..
+He 12 years old
+He don't
+He's not Ss-
+He's not up there yet
+He he hasn't made his final decisions yet
+Don't cut his fuckin dick off Dwayne Wade bruh
+You fuckin tripping dawg…
+You tripping dawg…
+You tripping dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dead Homies[Chorus] JD Daigotti
+I count on dead people, think about dead homies
+
+[Verse] Boosie Badazz
+I got dead homies that missin, fed homies in prisonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I want it allWillie Larue Felder Jr., affectionately known as “EBN Roo” was born September 29, 2001 to Raven Parrot and Willie Felder in Columbus, Ohio. From a very early age, Willie had the brightest smile, a shining light, charismatic charm and all attributes of A STAR. He was a force to be reckoned withEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Beat That Pussy UpBeat that pussy up!
+Beat that pussy up! (x221)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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