Lyrics:
He hit you 10/10
Long Live James
My bro say ima super star (FACTS)
He say I'm the 1
He play the 2 just like a shooting guard
Nigga in the stands
For that lil coochie, I'll do it
Bout bitch, you want a bag? You gotta sell your booty
I get to fade and everything like I'm Lil Boosie
5-8-8,
I remember n****
Boosie Bad Azz
I remember n****
I remember n****
Now I remember everything
From them cold night on the block
I remember
is illegal (damn)
They let Gunna go, we tryin' to figure out that happened (he snitchin')
He took a plea deal, Lil Boosie say that nigga rattin' (aw)
They play me, they blind you
Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here)
Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
a murder beat
Yeah, I got a murder beef, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat
Me and my lil' main squeeze, give a nigga a break please
Chain on Frigidaire,
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G-shit, I ain't even gotta rap in 'em
I like to play tha
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your
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
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
you ain't Boosie
Yeah, know that drank good, when you pour it, hit the bottle
Yeah, Prada's on my feet, Cuban licks all on my collar
I do crime by
please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
God
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
You gotta hold me down x6
Chorus x2
How deep (tell me)
How deep (tell me)
How deep is your love
How deep (how deep)
How deep (how deep)
How
[Lil Mo]
Ladies I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments (oo oo oo)
Let me break it down for
a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin'
40 in my sprite
If I ain't sliding by myself I got my shooter to my right
If I got a gun why would I fight
I can't fuck with nines if she ain't a ten
hit Lil Boosie and Webbie man get to saying what's hannenin
I got that juice in my system so imma pop a lil addy
Speed bumps speed bumps speed bumps say
playin' for the 76ers (Sixers)
My main bitch ain't playin' her position, so I had to bitch her (bitch her)
My lil' niggas shootin' dice, they bet
in the nice mood
Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes
Hook: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X to fade)
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