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Boosie Badazz

Torrence Hatch Jr. (born November 14, 1982) is an American rapper better known by his stage name Boosie Badazz or simply Boosie (formerly Lil Boosie). Born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Hatch began rapping in the 1990s as a member of the hip hop collective Concentration Camp, eventually pursuing a solo career in 2000 with the release of his debut album Youngest of da Camp. After leaving the label the following year, he signed with Pimp C's Trill Entertainment to release his second studio album, For My Thugz. In total, Hatch has gone on to release seven solo studio albums, as well as six collaborative albums and numerous mixtapes.In 2009, Hatch was sentenced to 4 years in prison on drug and gun charges. In 2010, he was indicted on first-degree murder c… more »

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Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
I'ma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy
Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary
We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary
You can't trust too many, gotta know who against me
I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break
I'm two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight
I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood
So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate?
Slander me in the news. Press conference 'bout my crew
Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my loot
I know some niggas in the boot, wish they had ten thousand dollars
Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar
Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain't feeling it
Everybody go through roller coaster rides
I miss my granny, I ain't lying

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Damn, lil' nigga wanna ball like me
Diabetes, enemies, you want it all like me
Where people take your words and twist it
On parole, still pissin'
Man, wishin' sperm make some more real ass niggas
Nobody showing love. This how we growing up
Don't know if we gonna see tomorrow, this why we showing up
Better do something if you wanna ball
Yeah we do something, my niggas on call
Just looked at a picture of six niggas. Only two of us now
Your honor, I've been doing right. I don't want no trouble
P.O. I just wanna feed my family. I just wanna travel
I know you tired of goin' to college, but don't wanna tell daddy
Got a vision, but your vision come up a different alley
Of yes sir's and no sir's
As a child I wanted to fly away from junkies, Budweiser's, lies and cuss words
Got in them streets and I realized
No matter how good you gon' still die
Tears come to my eye for Bleek and Ivy
So many niggas cross the wall
Wish they could ball again
Homicide, momma cryin', they got her son again
Hurt the whole family, took they pride away
Little sister wanna fly away

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Can't forget my niggas who, they gave a life sentence to
Lil' Joe, Dan, Mike Fleet and Moo, my penitentiary crew
I know you wanna fly away sometimes, that shit be hittin' you
Convicted as a killer, but don't let your mind be convicted too
The police killing niggas. Niggas playin' it south
Damn, that nigga killin' now. He's a fuckin' coward
Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas
The two new Craigs, both hit with the flame, yeah y'all niggas
Fly away, God help me. Luvah just lost his nephew
Still a young nigga, I left he was seven
Mookie still cryin' tears and it hurt my heart
Make you wanna fly away, when they murk ya boy
I know your pain lil' momma. You want the Hollywood lifestyle
The lights, but it's hard, 'cause your from Alabama
Hurtin' inside, but smiling for the camera
Shit, so much pressure you feel like giving up

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they can ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote

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