Lil Boosie mixtape ^!$$%
Get how u live
Like I said


(Lil Boosie verse 1)


When it's Boosie and I'm stackin cheddar
Stackin better than ever
Keep me a black baretta for these ^!$$%s who fail to

Respect my mind and (*##$ don't %#@!
Imma grip this nine and u will never walk or climb
I'm fresh like Air Force 1's up on they first days

My gangstas work days got a ^!$$% every Thursdays
Gotta keep it real bout em boy represent
Cause when it's beef

We gone creep
Down yo street
In a rental

I got to get a fit
To make these ^!$$%s sick
Look how he'd played em he put Jordan's on his whole click

Show love to real ^!$$%s
OG's to lil ^!$$%s
We kill ^!$$%s cause we can never feel ^!$$%s

In my block we don't stop
We be duckin the cops
He just left the barbershop now he fitted up wit da rock

Now he's a smooth operater
He blussin all the haters
He down to bust a head

Plus the ^!$$% bout his paper look
I guess Imma savage
This smokin a habit

And I don't wanna end up like Rabbit or my daddy
So I'm tottin pistols
Ya flinch Imma hit ya

Ya stunt Imma get ya
Off top you get ya issue look
This for ^!$$%s in chains

Who tryin to maintain
If You don't answer his call he down to bust a brain
But keep ya head up

Do the time ^!$$%
You done the crime you aint know hoe you been slangin iron
This here for hoes in dresses

Lookin so sexy tryin to impress this thug
Let me tell ya
I need a fine dime (*##$

Wit a cute $$# face
Who love to taste
LIL Boosie pepper dog spray


[CHORUS]
It's like one for my real ^!$$%s

Two for my real killers
Three for my straight rug dealers
Four is for my thug ^!$$%s

They buy Lil Boosie cause Lil Boosie speak the real that's why I love
Killers
(Repeat)


(Verse 2)
I'm in a world that I don't understand

Becoming a man
Still keep a gun in my pants
Protectin the serve when I'm hustling man

On the next curb they struggling man
Them ^!$$%s broke they still $#&@in wit grams
And they slick side hatin and %#@!

Chop shop and the sell still aint makin them rich
You gotta see the animosity
The boys Mobb Daeep like my nickname was Prodigy

Come follow me outta the streets of baton rouge city
Tour the states
See a lot of nice $$# and !@%$

Blow cake spend cash like hammer
In yo face @@#!ed back and I'm lastin hammers
Gotta court date skipped dat
Can't take my $$# to the slammer
I be hollin by the whole south and I'm all in Atlanta

Bandannas always matchin my gear
And the hoes always askin if I can rap in they ear
Imma savage no fear
I gotta spittin dat gangsta %#@!
To a not so gangsta (*##$

Man she went and got her girls they came and claimed the click
Yeah and we got flipped
Many ^!$$%s can't say that yeah we got grip
Hoe sucked my dick and I aint pay jack
And the trap that's a tip

Rubberband man don't play that come flat ya lips
Put in the clip and spray gats ^!$$%

Holla at me


(Verse3)

I'm young sick
The livings is trifile
He live wit da rifile
The ^!$$% will snipe you

If the ^!$$% don't like you
I like to
Say congratulations cause we gotta nice crew
Gotta lot of hoes
Givin dollars swallow pipe too
Mike one Mike two
My gun My shoe

So I advise you
To run for your life dude
%#@! aint right in school man
Look so all I do is write in school
everything that's tight in school
Neva be aight but I'm alright wit tools and
All night wit crews and

Wit all type of Cubans
Cigars that is
Then the hoes come next
And then I sholl confess
That dog the blow come next
I had to hold one's eck
Cause she get outta control

We on the tour bus and then she give me mouth on the rode
This out the four for focus
On the mack now so
^!$$% back down cause
Sick the clack rounds
Like the audience
I ought to been

The hardest kid around
But my father always told me I was not to kid around
So I'm sittin down thinkin to my self
Smokin cigarettes
Thinkin bout my health like man I need some help man