[Talkin']

Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!

And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,

life story for life story, mane I'm the truth…



[Verse 1]

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,

Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised, 

I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad 

memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from

him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood 

jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,to 

I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on 

that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who 

gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin' 

drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed 

her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know, 

I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I

went got my own… now they look at me grown. 

Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming 

street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.

All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior

and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like 

they picturin'(?) me….



[Chorus 4X]

U don't know my struggle, 

so you cant feel my hustle 



[Verse 2:]

Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…

Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,

Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on

the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,

Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to 

shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a

big knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big ugly 

somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the  

southside... Back then, it was straight gin,

dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side, 

we bustin' at ya, that's the  

rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a

few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely 

nights… me and My Homie on the flight… sneakin

thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo. 

Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry

thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',

Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out 

chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done  

lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,

mayne….



[Chorus (4X)]



[Verse 3:]

Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my 

needles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it gutta 

wit my people. The thug life, back to back 

catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'

junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,

nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit, 

My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna

Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was 

dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd

off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma

died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas 

hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High

school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and

disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I 

borrowed, I gave back… When it was beer time,

I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The

baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I 

lost all my ghetto role models, This my 

struggle mayne….!!