Lil Boosie Album

(feat. Trill Ent)

[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!

If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
And the D.A. and the judge gone get it
If they don't free Pimp C, bitch!
And when I drop shit, it's hot shit!
You know I ain lyin'
I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil nigga!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna fuck a lil nigga!

I don't really give a fuck
About the fortune and fame
I want the money
So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane!
I'm in the studio, daily nigga!
Wit my pen and my pad
Where I run rhymes about my life
And how I'm missin' my dad
Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds
I get paid for my shows
Niggaz hate it, cause' my name
That's what takin' these hoes!
Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores
Ya better get before it goes! .....And

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Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
Every album like a bird!

[Lil' Boosie]
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
But I talk me some shit
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my bitch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a nigga stole it
And they sold it for the price of some “O”!
Six months later, they heard that “For My Thugs”
The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh!

Ain nothing but raw rhymes
No flashy shit, just hard times!
Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin
If he ain' got a damn quarter!
Ya hear me talkin'
But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit!
Cause I'm feelin' the power
Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour!
Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla!
I want 2 billion dollars
Not no million, you dick rider!

I got two 24,80's dawg
They filled up!
With shit that'll make you get kill
Or even kill us!
Then I drop....huh!
Then I drop again!
And I get sicker every time
I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And

[Chorus]

Every album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We gone big blow!

Wanna beef, motherfucker?!
Ain no problem with that!
I barely hit you in ya chest
Made it come out ya back!
And while you put yo look on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many niggaz playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act!
That's how you livin' when you on
And ya got that crack
And wake up with a new bone
I can get left flat!

So fuck that, ride strapped
Give another nigga what he deserve
And I'ma keep a bad bitch
Cause I'm flippin' these birds!
Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up
I know you nerv (nervous)
Because them niggaz got dope in them birds!

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(Overlapping chorus) 4x
Nigga do that shit
If you gon do that shit

(Chorus) 3x
Do it big then
If you gon' do it, shit

Do it big then (3rd time in chorus)

[Verse 1]
I copped a ol' school Cutlass
It was navy blue
Fuck them hub caps
I had to cop them 22's
Throwback 1952
Like my nigga Boo
Some Baud's(Girbaud's) too
Now what's a fit without the shoes
Six hundred fifty dollar gear
Man I'm fitted up
Fresh cut, all you niggaz hoes gettin fucked
Gas tank filled up
Plus I'm grilled up
A couple fire ass blunts and a full cup
Fuck a Expedition
Me, I wanna Benz truck
Skinny chick suck a dick
I want a thick somethin
Fuck five figures, man
I hustle hard for six somethin
Come noon or noon
Soon I'm a be rich somethin
What's conversation
If a nigga can't just hit somethin
Why fuck a clown
If you can fuck a nigga really thuggin
If you gon score and hustle, do it big then
You pull it out in public
Bust it, do it big then
If you gon flip yo buckets, shit
Do it big then
You know them rims look much better
When they keep spinnin

Chorus

[Verse 2]
If you gon fuck that hoe
Then gon get some head then too
Then gon head fuck her friend too
If yo gon drink a motherfuckin Brew
Gon head drink a few
Gon head and hit that Gin too
You can't afford to do it big
Shit, pretend to
Southpole had them shirts
With the pants too
If you can't get that dolja
Then grab that killa straight
If you can't get that Henny
Then get some E&J
That Shell gas too high
Then go to Circle K
Long as you doin' it big
Shit, you doin' great
Bitch you gon show yo ass
Then gon make it shake
If that's a fuckin hater
Then gon make 'em hate

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[Verse 3]
They holla why you do it big
Cause I only live once
So I gots to do it big
From my car size to my blunt
And I stunt
Cause I ain't never had a quarter
Used to borrow from ballers
Now I'm that neighborhood staller
Do it big with his daughter
Tommy'd out, sometime she Polo
Sometime she wear them throwback dresses
She ain't even four, though
And if you paralyzed don't feel played
Do it big like no legs and jump a Escalade
You got a beat up Cutlass
You besta hit the corner
Crown 'em down, then the sound
Then you twenty one 'em
Daddy cluck and momma stressed
Ay man I gots to do it big
Been hungry for too long
Ay man I gots to pull a lick
Huh, you stack yo paper
You can do it big
You fuck with niggaz who major
Then you can do it big
You fuck with niggaz who wear gators
Then you can do it big
When we sign with a major label
We gon do it big, fa sho' gon do it big
If you steal cars
Get nothin but Emmitt Smiths
If you start them wars
You best keep choppers on yo hip
Yo, you pop that X
You do it big until yo jaws lock
If you toot that powder
Get a half a zip don't short stop
--tweezy

INTRO:
Damn yo shit, man i jus had a bad ass mutha fuckin dream bleap bleap man (mane wat the fuck you want), i jus had a bad ass mutha fuckin dream man (mane wat mane) mane i gotta tell you bout dat bitch iont want u to go back to sleep i gotta holla at you bout dat bitch (mane fuck it mane yo go head and run it)Iight

VERSE 1:
I woke up in a puddle of blood look like im finished cuz blood jumpin out my mouth like kd off menace
And currby hollin out the window my nigga hit my eyes roll back i hear bleap say aww shit
Datz wen i started havin flashes bout my dirty ways neva thought id see a mutha fuckin early grave
I hit the hospital they fill me up wit IV cant take the pain all im thinkin is wont you die please
I hear my mama on the elevator goin crazy all i rememba is not my baby not my baby
Im trynna fight it cuz im burnin from dis rusty yat and all im thinkin is Ivyonna hollin where dad
My tears drop i hear the doctor hollin surgery my last chance to try and make it thru dis murder please
Then i heard flat line and i woke up sweatin
I tried to tell my nigga but he was restin

COURSE:
I had a dream i had a dream but it was nuttin like Dr. King (fuckin right)
I had a dream i had a dream but it was nuttin like Dr. King (fuckin right)
I had a dream i had a dream but it was nuttin like Dr. King (fuckin right)
I had a dream i had a dream but it was nuttin like Dr. King

VERSE 2 WEBBIE:
Last night i had a dream i was at the fair wit my bitch and he was wit his click at the fair wit his 6
He had on all black and his hair was in twist beffin since way back middle skool in the 6th
Watchin his every step cuz i know dis nigga real and leave me stankin i know dis nigga will and he did
Caught me slippin by the farris will and let me have it right there my ole lady and my son right there
He aint care he jus kept thumpin
But my heart kept thumpin and i wondered why till i opened my eyes and ran to my 9 feelin threatened and shit sweatin and shit still thinkin i was hit
No one for me to get so im bootin at the wall
Still feelin played started shootin at the wall
Thinkin my life was takin sweatin shakin in my draws wonderin is dat a sign of a call from the big dawg

REPEAT COURSE

VERSE 3 BOOSIE:
My next dream i was on a island playin wit my lil gurl watchin news bout binlodin wen i heard sum shells poppin
I wondered who dis is want my dick and my dirt
eitha a hitta or kidnappa jus to get to victert
I went below deck got 4 decks and got in da corna wit my daughter right behind me so dnt nobody dnt hurt her
Got the first one up on deck creepin slow wit his 9 got my knife and slit his throat as i could flow from behind
Got his nigga in the kitchen we went toe fa toe blow fa blow duck threw a hit blaw caught him and he hit da floor
Now theres 1 mo and i hear dat nigga walkin he in the toy room and toys finna get to talkin
He hit the hallway and wave his pistol down from side ta side i reach down low spot him hit him right between his eyes
Damn and i woke up sweatin
You know why( fuckin right)

REPEAT COURSE

Dream on nigga(dream on nigga)
We gone dream on nigga and everybody
We gone dream on nigga and yall and we gone dream on(dream on nigga) fuckin right nigga i had a dream

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[Verse One]
Like a dope fiend need his dope I need my money in stacks
if it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats
I need cash and plus I need it fast
that's why I got a skimask if I ever need to blast
since I found out about you we been hangin like the fellas
you the reason why I'm beefin wit them niggaz who be jealous
we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend
jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten
its just like with ken so together we actin fools
you the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge
as long we pay our do's we gone sit back and just laugh
whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad
I need ya

[Chorus]
like a weed head needs to smoke
like a dope fiend needs his dope
I need you
like a baby needs to cry
if you go I swear I'll die I need you
I need you
like a player needs to play
we laugh and go from day to day
I need you
I found out all about you
now I can't live without you
ohh no ohh nooooo

[Verse Two]
since I was small I been tryin to make some cheese
till I snatched a purse for 12 and went scored a couple p's
and now I keep my sacks in a dorito bag my rocks in my mouth
plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south
and now Im poppin it off and stackin green
got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17
and plus I keep that thang in my hand cause I don't care
go to school with a grand and pull it out them hoes stare
but tho without you I ain't shit
I hate to say it but it's the truth
on the slip these hoes fuckin me just to get to you
we'll never have no problems shit as long you keep in touch
and I love livin this life that's why I need so much
that's why I need you so much

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
you the reason why I went at home kickin doors off
you the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth
but at times I gotta sit back and wonder why you sin
you the one that got my nigga in the feds doin 10
we don't look at the bad calls we look at all the fun shit
hoes and fast cars and power to make you run shit
as long as you comin I can't complain that's the game
like a weed head need his weed man I need my fuckin change
if I didn't I'll be lame probably still on the cornor
tryin to make two hundreds dollars off a ounce of marijuana
but its times like this like when my problems getting deeper
you got to understand niggaz robbing cause they need ya
they need ya

[Chorus]

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Niggas been hatin' since school, cause Imma fool.
Polo down year round with twenties off the ground.
I go to clubs, niggas smug but I don't hear the sound.
Them niggas throw a line across but they won't get down.
Watch you could be wrong. Niggas trying to steal your soul.
Nigga broke in my car when I used to give em dough.
Talk about me when I pass through, smile when I stop.
So I strap down everyday cause I can't ride like Tupac.
You niggas want my force out my voice, I know.
You niggas want some niggas dead in that boat. Well let's go.
My mamma told me bout them niggas. Them niggas ain't your friends.
Who saw me stash my shit, you buggin me again.
We supposed to be kin. But your family hurt you too.
That dust and that gin got me thinkin a dirt'll do.
But hatin leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless.
And don't thank me nigga, I know its you and your animosity.

Chorus.

What kinda nigga call my mom and tell her her son got shot?
A pussy nigga who need that dick up in his thigh. Box.
I got rocks. Lotta niggas don't like that.
Like (...?) I'll be right back. 'G' nights with my night cat.
Since the start of shit, I had haters back then.
Used to get my name in my day when I was 8, 9, and 10.
And these hoes runnin off, fuckin up my relationships.
I done had enough, dont know how much I can take this shit.
My baby mamma peep but they can't run it to the fullest.
It's because this dick got me runnin up them bullets.
I know you hate my twenties so Imma get some more inches.
And Imma get some Ks and have you runnin jumpin fences.
I'm lookin in the judge eyes, and he muggin me down.
Bad moves to red stick. There aint no love in this town.
They hold a grudge in this town, They catchin slugs in this town.
And don't think I ain't beefin you, clown.

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I raised up my project window
And I smell Indo
Hollered at my kin folk
After that I big smoke
I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways
All of my cousins bussin' K's
So I was lead astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death
I never once, thought bout blinking myself
Cause I got bank to accept!

You heard that green and yellow cd
That bitch gutta!
The world-wide struggle
Or the one about my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali
With the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit!
I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood
So I'm tryin' to make a mil
And get the fuck out Baton Rouge

I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I know he saved a spot for his kid
And we gone G' it!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my hearse crew
Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was slangin' nine
And had these niggaz scared of us!
My hood full of floods (floods)
But my hood full of thugs
Who in that pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch

And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' locked up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out chea
Flickin' and ballin like me
And all I see, is eyes on me
So like Pac
I hope it's not another fucking robbery

I ain' no rookie!
Fourteen, sellin' cookies!
Had all the hoes looking!
And ya know why nigga
Because I'm gutta!
My pants hang low
My eyes looking wicked too
My throwback cost 400
It's from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave this club
I suggest
You don't come around here and try to beef with us
This for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya head up!
And I'ma keep my bread up
And make ya throw the set up!
I'm keepin' it gutta!

[Chorus]

What you about robbing to eat
What you about peeping yo hood out
To see who want ya to cease
That's the beginning
The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion)
Then I'm threw
Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this path to hate
Since I was little
Across the street a ship plant
And next door a fuckin' killer

Calvin Ricks was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in South
I use to joy his purple jeep
When I walk in my house
And on my chedda chase
I done saw better days
Never thought my selfish ways
Have me blowing purple haze

It hurts to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left this world
I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl
But he can't, so I drink
Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the ounce
And sip syrup, by the pint
Ain' too many can fuck with me
That's on my generation
Shouts out to all my niggaz
And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!

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