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pulling out
Think I'm Gucci La Flare coolin'
Up in a cranberry vert
My momma need a purse I'ma come
Soon so I gotta shine skrt ghetto goth love
Met her by

in the door
Man that’s all she wrote
When the feds kick in the door
Man that’s all she wrote

Lil Blood keep it real like
Boosie nigga blood trill

Thugz Cry

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Greatest Hits

2004

the alleys with these ghetto
Guns and erased my funds Watts niggas in Cali take
Bullets to the brains, still rowdy. 
Jesus really never died for you

Aw
Ayyyeee, come on
Ahh
Yeahh, aye
I put a dick in a Glock and I make sure it bust
I put this shit it ya guts
I like my bitches like us with a lil bit

I wanna see less of people tryna seek death
We don't need iPhones
Niqqas need help believe that
I bet they understanding me now
I was juss a lil guy

Swerve

Lil' Boosie

Hustle & Flow

2005

[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing

(swollen)
Ooh, lil' mama, you so chosen
I can't even thank you from your (clap, clap)
My baby on fleek, yeah (you know it)
That pussy so sweet, yeah (you

why
[x4]
Hold up wait a second,
let me think for a second 

[Lil' Boosie:]
Red Bandana, Red Lexus
Top notch nigga hoes call me black & sexy
Top notch

Ghetto Mindstate (Can't Get Away)

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine [Clean]

2007

New shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe
Talk to 'em, Lyfe
Talk to 'em, Lyfe

I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't, you just won't
I just can't get

stomach was empty it seduced
Me to fuck the world
Watch my lil' homies lose
They childhoods to guns
Nobody cries no more
‘cause we all die for fun
So why

the A
'Cause my lil ho out there a freak
I nutted all in her face
It be goin' down, goin' down in every town
Everything we doin' now you
Know it get around
Goin'

NFTs buy the shop
Back on my bullshit
Slapping them like I'm lil boosie
Nothing funny this ain't Druski
I Rap and sing call me Tuneshi
I do it myself

glasses by Gucci
Feelin' like Boosie, might start rockin' Coogi
My lifestyle a movie, you know I stay coolin
Trap, I weigh it up and I move it
Hood, you

Where They at 2

Romeo

Gametime

2002

She get it from her mama, her daughter got it too

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 2]: Lil' Romeo (Master P)
Call me Richie Rich (and I'm the Ghetto Bill)
The first

Been a Long Time

C-Murder

3 Strikes

2000

them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip

Tryna take me out my character that ain't happening
Tryna get me out my element that ain't happening
She a Ghetto lil bitch so she ain't having it

splaah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I need a lil splaah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I love a pretty ghetto bitch, with french tips
and get spicy when she smack her

You Don't Know (In the Ghetto)

Sparks

Philadelphia Freeway

2003

stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally

[Chorus - Freeway +

won't stop till I see the gas light, I might ride out tonight
A lil hen just make me feel right, got to hold the wheel tight
A couple stops and I'll still

through
Kick it, maybe punt it too; I'm fly but I can run it too
I touched down to cause hell like lil Boosie, plus I's going for two
Tied it up, won it too

To the best of Motown
Gave that box a boosie fade
Before I even went down
Please
Come getcho main squeeze
She falling for everything
That you can't be
Still

Caucasian
He gon ride ima slide, you already know the vibes
Might be a homicide
Do it big, I’m talking Boosie and Lil Webbie
Legendary in my city guarantee

gucci prada and y.s.l 
And her clientele is never fucking hoochies 
Just a bunch of bad asses like they only fuck with boosie
I said shorty whats your

Yeeah
Got damn lil baby you thick as fuck
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
That ass fat as hell
Ass super fat, like they threw a super size