Lyrics:
a murder beat
Yeah, I got a murder beef, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat
Me and my lil' main squeeze, give a nigga a break please
Chain on Frigidaire,
the worst, now they won't come around
Yeah, moving by the pound, going in and out of town
Yeah, I feel like Lil' Boosie, told that bitch to wipe me down
I
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (4x)
Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)
B.O.O.S.I.E. B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that's me (wipe me down)
Red bones caramels all of em stop and stare all
ya arteries,
These lil niggas don't want war with me, want no war with me
I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
Motherfucker pop a nigga from cut and ass
I gotta hustle wars with me and we actin' bad
For lil niggas in the Cadillac
Yea motherfuckin' nigga, it's on
Yea
conquered by a villain
Knowing deep inside I ain't interested in living
Knowing deep inside I can't live without my children
Let's go to war
Let's go to war
Gettin' a lil' money with niggas, that's how you act now?
Streets a motherfucker
Not to mention, niggas treat you like my blood brother
But once you
can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
we ain't scared to go to war (g's side)
South side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and I keep green on me like my name lil flip god's gift
Don't
even got no credit
Lil' Boosie and Webbie
King Von he a savage (He a savage)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Uh, huh)
Duck
It's a block war
Strap yo nuts on and go outside
It's a block war
The only way to win is if they die
It's a block war
Gotta turn evil and go slide
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
to the Cho I done ran through more hoes
Than lil Stanley Zero Tiger Woods and Jack Nichols (Go)
Shoot my lil shot I ain't missing that missile
Walk in your
For that lil coochie, I'll do it
Bout bitch, you want a bag? You gotta sell your booty
I get to fade and everything like I'm Lil Boosie
5-8-8,
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
the perfect picture painted by the drunken artist
I'll have you covered in them colors while you up against the wall
That war paint been causing pleasure pains
All my niggas ready for some war
All my niggas ready for some war
All my niggas ready for some war
You niggas not ready for no war
All my niggas
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
sneak dissing
Like I'm a let the shit slide
Said that you bout it well prove it lil nigga
And let that bitch fly
You said that you bout it my nigga
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