(Talkin')
Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, n***a!!
And I be like the best n***a 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 ain't 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 n***as Got big n***as, like Junior
And B. All old n***as showed us ropes like
They picturin'(?) me…

(Chorus 4X)
U don't know my struggle
So you can't 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 n***as tried to
Shortstop, we ballerblocked, f**k 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 ain't 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' n***as for indo
Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
Thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin'
Hollin' "F**k goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
Chea, Look like my luck f**ked up, and I done
Lost a lotta N***as, so my trust f**ked 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. N***as
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….!!