Lyrics:
struggle for what it is and taken
And what belong to me and my responsibility
Keep my enemies close cause they the ones that get me
In a minute they'll be
And you a fool
If you thinking that she play by yo rules
This is her life
She gone live it
Guess that savage shit in her
But she'll calm down
Soon as she
pray for love baby pray for us,
Who celebrate the thugs, my lady,
Cause you see we cappin' the game, when I spit 16
whether bars or 16 in the doors
This is for my niggas, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs,
my niggas
my luv, my cock it back ready to bust
Boosie Bad Azz
(Now) If you love
the bitch come & open my door
Step in that bitch so stylish no lil bitch I aint got no stylist
Bitch keep thinking keep saying im cocky, No lil bitch I just
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
LiL Boosie
She my buss it baby (She is)
Nigga play with us in public
Ima buss it baby (Pop Pop)
Man these streets so cold
Do ya love me baby
If she
a nightgown
Talking to his kids, lil buddy lights out
I rob banks at a show with my fye out
My bitch dumb got to go in timeout
Slang white and I ain't never put
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
outs, when it's business Ima handle it
Always in my bag, stay on the grind, you ho's is counterfeit
I'm every n- fav, he love my body, say I'm kinda thick
and that Lil Jon shit,
They holla I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holla Manny, Baby, Wayne, and Jeezy
Dont nobody holla Boosie like nobody
Thank 'em, saved some of y'all life
I was out in it all night, for real
When you come from where we come from, don't no money help you heal
That's why
Thug Life, cowards betta be known, we approachin
In the wide open, guns smokin
No need for hopin its a battle lost, I got em crossed
Soon as the funk
Yeah
If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)
Look, look, look, funeral
I don't
chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees
Get jacked like Jill, MACs on Phil and Lil, twenty FNs on me
Stashin' doja in the motor of Toyotas,
(Skant-O)
East side, L-be -see
All the way out here in the Midwest (East 99)
With my nephew Layzie Bone, Mo' Thugs (yeh, East 99)
And I brought a couple
in me them niggas kill for free
Like lil' Trell on the lum
Cause you niggas ain't my equal and they hatin' on this lil' thug
A lot of niggas scared
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove
Handle my business, I'm grown (woo)
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billion)
There's drugs in my chromosomes (there's drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't
shit
Royal blood in me, not a thug
I'm a fuckin' prince raised in the ghetto
Lost my history on the slavery ship
In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back
jump, kangaroo
I do the dash, lil boosie, I zoom All that tuff talkin put you on the news
No mister nice guy, cause I'm rude Still on that animal shit
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
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