Lyrics:
Imma go kick me a door
Deez niggaz opp yeah I know
Dey in da way gotta go
Niggaz disturbing my soul
Niggaz don’t live by da code
Gettin snaked out by
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
Been in your hood, niggaz ain't that gangsta
Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not?
Or we can go to Iraq on M.U. block
I have my pitbulls
its like hoa
That lil nigga boosie he ride on chrome,
That lil nigga boosie he get his shine on
Im to real for tv but now I live on tv,
aint
Verse one
I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz
Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz
Servin' well, and the company I keep,
' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy niggaz try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't
crosses
Dial in on your purpose
Contemplated
If i was worth it
Then I Evalated
Now I contemplate
How much niggaz goin pay me
Problems weigh more than
the 'Noya
That lil zo i be Polo to the floor
Boy, don't act like you don't know
I came up shootin' dice by the dope hole
Throwin' licks, the youngest nigga
disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit
trouble
don't take nothing on the arm unless I'm taking it from you
oh this one for lil saint
well watch him lay in the puddle
watch them stay in
On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like
to the GRAVEDIGGAZ!...
Ready to die I ain't afraid nigga
I make money, money never make.... niggaz
I break niggaz
Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face nigga
the ghost, my lil niggaz stay outta trouble,
My big niggaz who in trouble, hold ya head and everybody in the motherfucking
Struggle, I love you and if you
first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
on that microphone
You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone
Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone"
like
[Verse 3 - Lil Boosie]:
I be zoomin' in my drop top
mobbin' through the city
fresh fade
fresh J's
with two bad bitches
one named Sara
one named
Lil 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
niggaz think that you know me can
Dead that
Step back
Lil homie
You need to Respect that
Try to run up on a nigga
He getting his Head cracked
Dead facts
OH)
Cause when Ferg come around they know that it’s trouble
Mike got the pistol and im coming wit the shovel
Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin
hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Tallahatchie, do
losin' my focus
I´m makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Til
got two bottles
On the way to the Ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say I'm a dog so lil mam wasn't tryin to holla
Bitch u right and I
by the code
Its true to our soul
So don't disrespect
U owe me some money
I fronted u something
I'm coming for dat
Fuck put da guns down
If niggaz wanna
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Discuss these niggaz in trouble by lil boosie Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In