Lyrics:
Lil Marco, nigga. Gang
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Nigga
Getting to that paper, yeah that paper make a nigga work
Got my lil shorty in the back,
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
Heffey:
"I'm in the booth right now, bitch!"
Heffey: "Hmm? Huh?!"
Heffey: "They hating!"
Juice: "Lil bitch!"
Run up them bands
Count up that cash
Run
[Chorus]
This is the way I live
Lil' Boy still pushin' big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill
Don't need to work hard that's the way I
bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil
I like my girls
Medium and ghetto
She be Rockin jays
But still be wearing stiletto
She be lit as fuck
But she know when to be mellow
And when we get
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Lowkey pimpin got the fur on the back
Diamond in
[Ice Cube, Verse 1]
I am the one, that you heard about, read about
I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route
I am the one, don't make me pull
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
Red Dirt, Ferris Gang, Ferris Ave Posse
Better get low, better get low lil nigga (Red Dirt FAP)
Better get low lil nigga (Red Dirt FGE) Better get
baby I aint judging
59 south get the packs from my cousin
59 south get the packs from my primo
Eating on some tacos drinkin coke by the litro
Lil
(no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
(to have
These niggas clone mane, so Boosie on mane
I got that 'ghetto boy' 'NWA' shit
You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop
A little bit of thunder, strike out the lightnin' (boom)
Spicy, know she spicy (spicy)
Wet-wet like a Pisces (wet, wet)
Drip, Lil Boosie, bite me (drip,
on(dream on nigga) fuckin right nigga i had a dream
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movin like that, I'll leave my gun on the dresser (Ooo, ooo)
I ain't lil boosie but I like them nasty nasty (Ooo, ooo, ooo)
That thang so aggressive I
the hood in Baton Rouge
with the beasts.13 goin to school in my nigga Caprices
he'll fuck the aunties and I'll fuck the lil neice.
High school all the hoes
Probably hit the booth from Atlantic
Hoes gone jump out the boosie titanic with the quickness
Niggas gone turn into bitches
Michael Jordan gone need
You can find me in a cloud of smoke,
Usually I'm posted up in da corner with mah folks
Surrounded by thugs and models
Everybody getting fucked up
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
Houston
It's badder than boosie
Ay, it's lit, my wrist
My bitch, okay it's ice
This shit is lit, is lit
Okay my bitch, my wrist is ice
This shit OK
for my,
Ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes, yeah yeah
[Verse 3]
A nigga was born torn in half, by his grandma and dad
One believed in culture and the other ones
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