Say Mel and T Mayne
I'm a make a nigga feel on this

Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(South baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business 'cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, ooh, 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
You 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 glock 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 too

And God kno, and God know I'm thug life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the op 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 holla ride or die
These youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like the lone ranger

Mayne, it's murder, murder, kill, kill
On the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chil
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 got 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 tear ya up in church but
God pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists

These niggas in the swamp swear to God they're alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers, shit, we ain't stuntin'
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' a 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 cargo
The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south

Thas why I'm ridin' with that nine, I'm tryin make it out
And it's hard to live, I'm 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-are-is and poppin' Chris
And Mac on you a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw a lot of shit, God kno I kno

Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin' a donkey
Killin' my own people, servin' my own uncles
And I

Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven

But we stay reppin'
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin' ya petey

God kno, I need to send my niggas some pictures this
And som change to keep nigga fresh 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 you 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 beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked

Now if don't nobody now
God kno
Nigga you a hood rat
God kno
A nigga try to bring you down

He right on side you
God kno
Nigga tryin' steal yo girl you had fears
God kno

Writer : GRADNEY, WEBSTER / HART, DJUAN / THOMAS, BYRON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group