[Lil Boosie: Talkin]
Boosie bad $$#(bad $$#)
U ain't bout what u be talkin bout((*##$ $$# ^!$$%)


[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
U ain't bout that murda murda %#@!

U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a (*##$
We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin %#@!
Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit

(*##$ do want $#&@in family in black clothes
The (*##$es in black dresses the ^!$$%s in black vo's(u ain't know)
I'm cut throat Kinival imma buy the bar survival

Sip syrup and smoke fire and i'm wilder(than an average thug)
I'm hard headed my momma told me that
And u got to be real all this drama showed me that

Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to)
I gotta click of real ^!$$%s who gon stomp u
And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate)

And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day
The Tec spray ^!$$% don't worry bout that
They gon get what they deserve bout that

We gon cut down they whole curve bout that

[Chorus x2: Lil Boosie]

U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh)
U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh)
That big $$# church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout)

Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy)

[Verse 2: Webbie]

U ain't really bout that %#@! u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me
Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me
Now i'm young trill entertainment so know one thang i ain't worryed

Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda
^!$$%s sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles
See that little %#@! u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals

And if u beef wit my ^!$$%s we gonna really squad up
From choppas to a 6 (*##$ u can't avoid us
Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa

Even if u did i wouldn't even smoke witcha
Ya (*##$ ya fraud ya fake ya mutha$#&@in fluke
#~!!@ all wet ya $#&@in booty all loose

U and them other two ^!$$%s duck duck goose
Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
Gangsta %#@! jump off boy u know u finna run out

Close yo $#&@in mouth fore i rip yo damn tongue out

[Chorus x2]


[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
U ain't bout layin under a ^!$$% house like a mouse

And u light his $$# up when he come out(when its a drought)
We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell
Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell

And Webbie they don't live like we live($#&@ no)
They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real
Look i'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB

Whateva u call it that %#@! lives in me them ^!$$%s kill for free
Like lil Trell on the lum
Cause u ^!$$%s ain't my equal and they hatin on this lil thug

A lot of ^!$$%s scared of y'all but not me
This for them ^!$$%s in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
And my posse is full of thugs

Like Headbussa baby Junior and my ^!$$% Jug
We dumpin slugs on a enemy
I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me

And this $#&@in penetentary make ^!$$%s think they real
But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)


[Chorus]

[Lil Boosie: Talkin]

They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what i'm sayin
^!$$%s be rappin ^!$$%s be spittin but they ain't never do none of that %#@!
So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that)

They don't get no cool points from me