Lyrics:
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
I been clutching two k's like im montana
Off the scene i been laid back ducking cameras
Baldyred in the kitchen with this arm and hammer
Hold it down
to grab the gun, couldn't get it, middle of the night
Had to fight for my life when you try me
Connecting this year, we'll mark my nigga
I love my nigga,
this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggas on them b's and b's made you get out they way (hey)
People hollerin' why you act
bitch you gotta get it
Since I'ma illegal boy, I'm coming with everything in it
You want half of what? Nigga ain't never gave me shit
I got this shit
joystick
Count the money stack it up in to a bunch of bricks
Wont understand pricks they keep crawling on my skin
These every seven Days Gone by nobody
Lefty loosey we getting loose as a goose shoutout to Boosie
Might set it off like the movie if a nigga moving goofy
Who you fooling
Reduce
a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz said it
I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad
the truth…
[Verse 1]
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
It gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swole
In fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
And five-o, get
boosie
My pockets dipped in blue cheese
And I do this shit for the streets
Yeah
I’m going high end
Everytime a n**** spend
N**** you can’t get this Gucci
He kill anything he see
He level three for Lil Boosie
And now it's up now
You hopin' we fall, you out of luck now
Level three shit
Yung Bleu gon' have
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
racks
Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these fuckin hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn up uh
You gon' wish you would've
tired, ain't get-, yeah
It's Boosie, bitch, I go stupid, bitch
And I hope you niggas ain't tired (let's go, nigga)
Steppin' out with that shit on,
the A
'Cause my lil ho out there a freak
I nutted all in her face
It be goin' down, goin' down in every town
Everything we doin' now you
Know it get around
Goin'
I bet I'll beat yo face until it look like somethin sick
So if u think u gangsta better show up with the clique. U lil muthafuckin bitch look
I ain't
I'm buzzin
Fuckin bitches think they cousins foreign bitches think they Russian
Ima get it then I'm rushin skatin off to get this money
Bag fulla blue
disguise
I'm droppin' this on my birthday
No bullshit, I'm not lyin
I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Don't sue me, Lil' Boosie
I'm rappin' too hard, G
Don't sue
When I'm with ya' girl, every time it's a photoshoot (ha, verse two, it's Gucci)
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this
nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom-made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin'
real crazy when a nigga lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold, never bend
Better days came, get low, so made it out the pen
I'm ballin' in
down, he be folding like clothes
Nigga touch me, let it spray like Febreze
It can get violent, Lil Dra gotta squeeze
We wipe his nose if that boy gotta
like me
U want be Boosie
Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me
I was raised to think that sellin' dope tha only way u get rich
Real shit
I
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