(Intro) 

This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo. 



(1st Verse) 

They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p 

they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me 

they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie 

he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look 

they holla usher and that lil jon shit, 

they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch 

they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy 

dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me 

what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy 

what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b 

what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height 

but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was cold 

i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old 

they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher 

that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga what about...me 



(Chorus) 

Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me 



(2nd Verse) 

They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit 

they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit 

im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die 

that real faith shit that make you go spray shit 

they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie 

i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi 

i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with tigger 

blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal 

im thuggin and them major labels know that 

so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have a toe tag,look 

they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick 

but i know somebody know something that boosie shit 

this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on 

and mtv on im peeping ya holmes 

hollering out lean back and lovers and friends 

but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me 



(Chorus) 

Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me 



(3rd Verse) 

Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like russel simmons and def 

got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave myself 

im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp 

yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing 

dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder 

these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools 

if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you 

2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit 

and buck down he started all that nasty bitch 

tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run 

they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though 

and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me 



(Outro) 

They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me 



Chorus) 

Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me 



(Outro) 

Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me