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Lil' Boosie
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[Talkin]
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Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
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And i be like the best nigga at this shit right now,
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word for word,
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life story for life story, mane I'm the truth.
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[Verse 1:]
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We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
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Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
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I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
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memory, Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from
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him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
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jackas, to neighborhood stackas I-10 ridiaz, to
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I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on
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that P.C.P, Walkin' to school wit a tool, who
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gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'
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drugs, marijuana and coke, Momma, she washed
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her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know.
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I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I
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went got my own now they look at me grown.
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Posted up behind the Citgo (?). on Wyoming
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street, big stacks, big gats and some artillery.
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All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
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and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
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they picturin'(?) me.
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[Chorus 4X]
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U dont know my struggle,
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so you cant feel my hustle
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[Verse 2:]
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Hard times, me and you gettin' blisted
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got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
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Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
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the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
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Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to
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shotrstops, we ballerblocked, fuck it, Got a
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big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly
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somethin', on my waistline, bouncin' thru the
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southside... Back then, straight gin,
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dickies, andcowhides. You aint from our side,
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we bustin' at ya, thats the
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rules... Used to be deep, now we down to just a
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few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely
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nights me and My Homie on the flight sneakin
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thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.
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Runnin wit nothin but hard heads, like Fry
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thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
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Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
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chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done
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lost a lotta Niggas, somy trust fucked up,
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Mayne.
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[Chorus (4X)]
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[Verse 3:]
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Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
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needles, All the Bondsmen. Keepin' it gutta
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wit my people. The thug life, back to back
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catchin misdemeanores... The drug life, servin'
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junkies in front of the cleaners. The hospitals,
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nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
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My momma preachin', but Boosie boo dont wanna
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Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
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dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd
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off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
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died, monna House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
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hate, but I dont drive by, I walk to ya. High
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school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo... dusted and
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disgusted tryna make it till tomorrow. When I
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borrowed, I gave back when it was beer time,
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I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The
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baby mamma drama make me wanna holla, plus I
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lost all my ghetto role models, This my
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struggle mayne.!!
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