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Say mike milam and vonte

I'm a make a nigga feel on this


Top and bottom they at war in my neighborhood
(south baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns


God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But god kno I'm thug so
U kno lil boosie go and get skeet


Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that pistol ridin around in somethin hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth
Can't stop the way we livin, just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to
And god kno
And god know I'm thug life, u fuckin right
So if ah nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And god got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nigga hollin ride or die
These youngin slangin iron it ain't no mo takin pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause niggas slangin iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana pile up by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the southside
I'm thuggin with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit get hog tied
God know I know these niggas
Don't make me show these niggas
Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas
And I




God kno all the killas
He done walked with all them niggas
He done talked with all them niggas
Before they went sparked them trigger
He ain't tell ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus they kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists
These niggas in the swamp swearin to god they alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin
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We do wat we gotta do, to get that money
And god kno my past
I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin that steal
And god kno my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it you in trouble
Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage car yo
The streets ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
Thats why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out
And it's hard to live, I'n a community where ain't no fuckin unity
They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me
So boosie be on other shit
Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris
And mac on ah model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno
Witness a junkie straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I got my blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey
Killin my own people, servin my own uncles
And I



{prayer}
Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as in heaven


But we stay reppin
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the d
80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya b
God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures to see
And som change to keep my nigga wit some kicks on his feet
And god kno he raised me
When donkey went jonsin
Bronson kept me wide open
And that's a fact
But I kno they gon hate tho
Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The streets is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my old teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked




Now if don't nobody kno
God kno
Nigga u a hood rat
God kno
A nigga try to bring you down
He right on side u
God kno
Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears
God kno



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