9.I Got That
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz
in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im Webbie ya heard me
look
I f＊＊k a bitch till she real tired
and i aint f＊＊kin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i
aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style nigga gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize its
real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat
circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothaf＊＊kin straight
gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
stank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i
take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got
them f＊＊kin skeletons all in my closet and it no class
experiment some missing bodies bitch
U want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard i
creep and serve bullets they swerve and
calm ya nerves f＊＊k u nigga i aint throwin no slurs all i know
is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurgin i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel
wallets and purses all the real niggaz
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses
dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya
and treat you like urkle swang thru and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u then light u and
burn u young savage what u wan do nigga
U wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
We come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who
want to knock a f＊＊kin dome loose ima
always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be
smart so boosie always gon wear masks im gon
always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip so sick dat
make u boys turn around now we burnin off
da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat
crown u other niggaz bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who dont sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag
da feet we f＊＊kin in da back seat we aint playin
wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat
pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
we run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like
new bauds got syrup by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont karo dat shit we aint
tryna stretch it boy and if u know me u
know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know
me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when
they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)
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