Lyrics:
Hook:
I got used to using UZI,
Shoot em all those juicy fruity cool kids
I'm Woody Allen, stop me you'll see Bruce Lee
Boosie addicts, drink
Hicham o hansh
My niggaz
Ra drari hooligans
We the realist
We them niggaz
In the hood
Like everyday
3chrani f lkarwa
Ra bayna man lounha
Koulchi 3anaser
no need to explain
I'm in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs
The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats
So niggaz'd back
I promise to protect and serve my family
And the ones I love
By all means
It's my call of duty
Woke up, family calling my line
Real shit,
the music from the night before
Trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough
(chorus)
[daz]
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
better come with 'em choppers and don't fake
'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad
Nigga, I’m Different By Choice
These niggaz wanna be G
Me, I just wanna be E
Stay wit’ a blunt full of weed
No, I can’t do nothing for free
Oh, if
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
number one
And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you, I done told you
Niggaz getting ran over, in a Rover
Trae forever staying sober, like a Jehovah
cold fo some niggaz I aint getting back
its me im from the hart of the deep
have you ever seen a nigga layed dead in the streets
by the age of 13 I was
these plague niggaz
You gotsta know you in trouble
[Chorus]
Trouble (repeat 8 times)
[Verse 4]
I keeps it real that's the deal
Headbuttin
A nigga ready to rumble
When trouble nocks
Two one way tickets straight off the block
We gonna this pay
Yall niggaz jus watch
'All eyes on me'
Like my
Should I let the led rush
Turn dz pussy niggaz into dust chasing cash know I gotta run it up
Stuffing grams in the bag jus made another play gotta
Rest in peace to the homie Mo3 who there with him (damn)
Couple days after Mo3 died, Boosie got shot
Them Dallas niggas thought Boosie was tryna spin
a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
[Lil B]
Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
In
doe
Hit her in a drought turn her mouth to a free throw
First thing first count money then I'm up
Man worst, these weird niggaz giving up
Niggaz get
By my lonely don't need
No hitters wit me
Blood pumping thru my veins believe I'm gon hit em
Fetti Wap these niggaz
I want all the clientele
I'm
poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
changed up
Aye kuddy just let me know when whoever however lil padder
Nigga i go in i put that on pebbles i promise these niggaz faking
They aint bout that
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