"I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
   > from 'Tear Da Club Up' (repeat 2X)

 Chorus x2
 Where da dollas at
 Nigga  where da dollas at
 "I'm chillin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
 Where da dollas at
 Nigga  where da dollas at

 (Gangsta Boo)
 Now let me kick a little somethin'
 About this lady named Boo
 Haven't you heard of the things Miss Boo is capable to do
 Get your mind twisted like some dress
 Under Jamaicans head
 Vicky lingere
 Candles (??) on the bed
 Blazing hella weed
 Concentrating on what's next, be next
 Bet you by the dolar
 Make you holler, where them Benji's at
 Comin' out your pocket
 Don't be stoppin'
 What can happen baby
 How many niggas get the chance to be in the mist up lady (never)
 Not be goin'
 Cause my game is just to big for that
 Gangsta Boo be watchin'
 All the Prophet niggas got my back
 What you see in me
 Nigga roll is what I meant to be
 Sippin' on Henn and Grinn
 And then your face
 Tryin' to get your cheese
 Why you be's
 Sayin' I'm drownin' you out
 But still pagin' me
 Never answer the phone
 Cause you name be on my caller ID
 I guess you can say I'm kinda crazy in my own ways
 Fuck bein' broke on days
 Ladies gots to get paid

 Chorus x4

 Get me amazed at how these bitches
 Havin' babies by niggas
 With no pot to piss in
 Or no mone to give her
 What the fuck
 Why you hoes wanna live that way
 I be sceemin' for some chedder
 Every god damn day
 Not to be the fuckin' one
 Lookin' sad and broke
 No nigga to fuck with
 No weed to smoke
 Hard times got me whinin'
 Conversation and kickin' it


 Hooked up with a little Chris
 Now I'm back on my pimpin'
 Thinkin' up a fuckin' plan
 How to get you man
 Damn I hope you understand
 Money came with the scam
 We be chillin' in the cities
 Of New York and L.A.
 It is all good
 Get my conflict on
 Smokin' on hay
 I had to stay
 But anyway I feel you hatin' on me
 You look into my eyes
 And stop but still you hatin' on me (nevermind)
 Fuck it, I ain't takin' it personal
 I'm about my business
 Well I have to kick it sooner or later
 So I ain't trippin'

 Chorus x4

 (DJ Paul)
 I keeps my shit in control
 Straight dumpin' diamonds and gold
 Playas all up in my soul
 While pots arranged in a row
 Up in the B-I-?-?
 These hoes been waitin' to see me
 I hope that bitch got my cheese
 Can't leave with less than the keyes
 I'm scopin' out some more talent
 Needs some new hoes for my palace
 The more hoes that I just grab
 They hated on my like melon
 Soon as I hit the front door
 They scope the go around my coller
 I'm have to come upon loot
 I can't even spare a dollar
 I got to roll gang style, bitch

 (Juicy "J")
 I got a rolex on my wrist trick
 Can't you hoes get some of this
 Some niggas want to take my place
 Some hoes be beggin' ride my dick
 I be stopped
 The Juice gon' shine
 The droopies pokin' in my rhyme
 I'm living good and feelin' fine
 I'm high off weed, then liqour and wine
 Just roll it up, I fold it up
 These bottle pop, pour it in my cup
 The niggas who work from 9 to 5
 Are on the corner, post it up
 We still can ball, the Juice and Paul
 The deals we make, the shots we call
 Auntropronuers on world wide tour
 The only thing we save is cheese not brawl

 Chorus x2

 Aw yeah Hypnotized Minds up in here
 You know the business
 Gangsta Boo solo tape, ya'll know the scope
 Featuring the Tear Da Club Up Thugs, wsup, all hot
 It's on, where the dollers at
 Where I'm at, on the map