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it's gucci
But I hate when them man talk loosely, ain't the same size can't fade like boosie
Me I'm on smoke like they brought back deucey
All the new

war, mask on like a virus
Many men watching, wish death on a nigga
Watch his white tee turn red by the trigger
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my

4 Nickle on my side I'm clutching hard I'm finna let it burst 

I'm in the voice inside my city ask around they call me baby smurk 


It's a war off

Get it by yourself out the Mud
Drugs, gangs, product of his environment
Three hundred and sixty'd his situation, positivity-pioneer, Hussle The Great

I know niggas thought I never would blow 
fresh to death I’m talking head to my toe 
grocery store I get the bread and I go 
Holy Ghost it
by the way

me
For any nigga with it you set it off like Boosie
I saw the changes you made you started to lose me
I saw right through all the bad acting like Tubi

She a thot, so what? (So what?)
Niggas still gon' fuck her (yup)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'm still gon' fuck her, ha

She a thot,

the corner, see shawty with shape
Hop down on her, now she got me late
Her boyfriend a athlete
But lil baby like hood guys
I’m from the trenches
But he from

Yeah[00:09.65]Laid back gettin buttad[00:10.80]Bad lil bitch naked counting my money[00:12.64]Sack a lil short bitch where the rest of it (Where its

And, 'lil bitch this aint Hennesey, bitch you can't sip the cup (Huh, huh)
Luh gango slide in the 'Rango
Big pole on ya?
Think you Pain, hoe?
I'm the war

I pray to the lord I don’t die by my sword all of this suffering pain from these sores

   The battle lives on forever it’s war shot shell like

We Don't Give a F***

50 Cent

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put

Foxy Music

Beginner

Advanced Chemistry

2016

dabei
Früher war vieles Spaß heute nehmen's viele ernst
Doch auch du willst was, egal für welchen Stil du schwärmst
Solang ihr Bass wollt werd' ich

nigga
But you know I'm Deezy Gang, lil' nigga, Im lit as fuck
Im' clicking up with my nigga, yeah, I want war, bitch
Got that fuckin' 30 on my side, I

big timin'
Lil' nigga you ain't boss enough
Lil' nigga you ain't boss enough
Shawty want a ryda and I be rydin'
Always workin hard yeah I put the time

then please let me know

What you know about the curb stomp and dime bags and the cop calls
And the laying low in a backyard after being chased by some

Back to
Where we started
Big steppa lil steppa yeah
Big steppa lil steppa
Big steppa lil steppa
Big steppa lil steppa yeah
Big steppa lil steppa yeah
Big

Man
Lil bro
I just need you to
Keep yo head up 
I know times is getting hard
And things is rough 
But 
Stay positive
And always stay 
True to you man

to know you can't prove shit
I was taught to know these hoes so bougie
I was taught to know these hoes ain't shit
Now I walk around like I'm Boosie (Ha)

It's like we gotta do this
Word, word
Yeah

Let's get it on
Get'cha gear and prepare for war
Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain't ready at all

ain't have time to hate
All I know is grind 
Trying to stack my cake 
Sweat dripping trying to catch a play
I'll still grip her by the waist 
Try to stick

Like a 2-piece 
Put it in her raw 
Then tell her oopsy 

Put it in her raw
Like I'm lil boosie 
Finna shoot the club up
Wit the uzi
Hit it from the back

can’t get more focus than a little bit
That’s the shit that have her losin' it
But she know
I’m blessed human crucifix
Wipe me down lil Boosie shit
Yea

boosie
Shoulders hit i be feelin like Uzi
Hit the spot and we making a movie
Lil bitches gone do me

Im all alone now, I'm all alone now
Im on my own now,