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You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you

U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout

Boosie

Gangsta Musik (Chopped & Screwed)

2004

me
And my posse is full of thugs, like Head Busta', Baby Junior, and my n**** Chubbs
We dumping slugs on the enemy
I thought you was my closest

I don't give a f** about none of that sh**
Y'all n*** is talking about you understand
N*** it's a gangster everywhere, we aint
Worry about none

I left for a second dawg i've been back
Got a whole new arsenal homie in fact
I've come to take it all from you
In stacks
This whole album's a giant

Tell em keep they head up 
Just keep goin 
You got in you n****
Please don’t give up 
When push come to shove 
Just go harder 
Play ya cards right

with the drama
I'm talking events n actions
Really make a film n call it smoke lights, camera, roll, n action (yea yea)
(You see the thing about money is

humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean

should know by now this dream isn't what you thought
I suggest you cut your ties n take your loss

Shit it's Go time now
You thought I'm not talking that

rocket no stopping me, 
I was in New Orleans I hit the block with ease, 
Sipping amaretto sour on the bourbon streets, 
Talking bout who that there that be

Watch Out

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having [LP]

2005

Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Whoever put your record

with me I'll hex a fleet as a Calvary
Better watch your mouth cause I knock out for foul speech
Talking shit is bowel, I'm a towel to come sweep
It's

up nigga
Give him a inch he want a length like pies
But
He done a album for fans to revise
Now quan is here taking his fans by size
Yow
Since he wanna

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

F*** a 9 to 5, ‘cause in my vision I'm seeing lime
Light bounce off the piece around the wrist, that's a Casio
I see the tweets, but they're still scared

news if you not this gang 
We came through with shank and the skengs (tututu)
We came through to scatter his head 

Who’s that’s bad man talking bout

they talking bout
Fuck what you talking bout
Fuck what they talking bout
I gotta pop my shit
Gone head nigga pop yo shit
Lil bit can I pop my shit?
Hell

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good

on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good

a scrimmage 
I dropped the album got right back to work cause I ain't finished 
So f*** the intermission, keep the break I'm well replenished 
They playin'

like Frank-O off the Novacane
Good head, money on my mind I'm talking good bread
Eat that, errthang I drop don't need yo feedback
Feline, Spanish mami

paper to chase
B**** I’m from texas yeah down from the south
You talking shit you get popped in your mouth
I do this for wealth
You do it for clout
N

Do you know what it takes to even pick up a pen?
To sit and record the thoughts that overflow in your head
All of your deepest and twisted, personal,

All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when