Boosie bad ass(bad ass)
You ain't bout what you be talkin' bout(bitch ass nigga)

You ain't bout that murda' murda' shit
You ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch
We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin' shit
Tinted up spinnin' spinnin' let that 30 spit
Bitch do want fuckin' family in black clothes
The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know)
I'm cut throat Kinival Imma buy the bar survival
Sip syrup and smoke fire and I'm wilder(than an average thug)
I'm hard headed my momma told me that
And you got to be real all this drama showed me that
Lose yo mind if you want to(if you want to)
I gotta click of real niggas who gon' stomp you
And want you to be hollerin' bout that iron plate(that iron plate)
And we gon' hit yo street tonight and not the next day
The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that
They gon' get what they deserve bout that
We gon' cut down they whole curve bout that

[Chorus: x2]
You ain't bout what you be talkin' bout(uh ah)
You ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin' out(uh ah)
That big ass church wit all yo people cryin' hollerin' 'bout (hollerin' bout)
Why you had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is you bout that boy)

You ain't really bout that shit you be talkin' so quit that talkin' ya heard me
Quit that talkin' and walkin' if you gon serve me then serve me
Now I'm young trill entertainment so know one thang I ain't worried
Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda'
Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin' in riddles
See that little shit you be spittin' gon' have you sleep in hospitals
And if you beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up
From choppas to a 6 bitch you can't avoid us
Rappin' bout smokin' that killa don't even smoke killa
Even if you did I wouldn't even smoke witcha
Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin' fluke
Pussy all wet ya fuckin' booty all loose
You and them other two niggas duck duck goose
Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
Gangsta shit jump off boy you know you finna run out
Close yo fuckin' mouth fore I rip yo damn tongue out

[Chorus: x2]

You ain't bout layin' under a nigga house like a mouse
And you light his ass up when he come out(when its a drought)
We get sick wit it you heard about lil' Trell
Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell
And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no)
They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real
Look I'm from that track like that bottom of that S.S.B
Whateva' you call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free
Like lil' Trell on the lum
Cause you niggas ain't my equal and they hatin' on this lil' thug
A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me
This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
And my posse is full of thugs
Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug
We dumpin' slugs on a enemy
I thought you was my closest friend but now on you just a friend to me
And this fuckin' penitentiary make niggas think they real
But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)

[Chorus]

They ain't bout what they be talkin' bout you know what I'm sayin'
Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin' but they ain't never do none of that shit
So you don't get no cool points from Boosie (believe that)
They don't get no cool points from me

Writer : HATCH, TORENCE / GRADNEY, WEBSTER / ROACH, JERMIAH
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.