Lyrics
Uh huh
It's them Boosie niggas
For real
And them Lava House boys
We got a hit
This time I'm coming bad at it
Look, now pass the killer
To the realest of your niggas
To the one who gon' ride with you
To the one who gon' die with you
Bow your head
To your big dog with that bread
Let him know you got his back if he get caught up by them feds
Keep it gutter
Take care his kids and his mother
Throw bricks to his brother
Go run out that motherfucker
If you love him
You kiss him and you hug him
Don't let nobody touch him
Get that chopper start bustin'
If they kill him
We coming snatching baby
Chopping your old ladies
Cause my dog going crazy in that pen now
Thanking God took his little brother because it's in now
I ain't gon' lie
Deep inside I feel I ought to die
Try to be like you
Put 22 on a 7.45
My life is crucial
I'll shoot you like a dice roll
They burn my tape
They burn my tape because I'm ice cold
They hollering Boosie got the juice now
Boosie run the streets
Holler Boosie throw me something
But look here Boosie I ain't your peeps nigga
And it's a worldwide struggle
And I respect it if you hustle
But you gotta stay out of trouble if you want to hustle
Mama holler come home
She know I'm doing wrong
She know when I'm smoking that lean
She know when I got that chrome
But that's my mama
And I love my mama
And I bust heads if you touch my mama
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Now I heard rumors Lava House fell off and we don't keep it hot
I heard rumors falsified that Hood Dwellas never gon' drop
The gossip never stop
So I'm never sleeping on my game
Fuck your name
I got quarters of PCP up on my brain
Blood stains on my numbers
I been fighting invisible foes
Trying to keep my mind off overload
Knocking on heaven doors
And yet they scandalize my name
Don't wanna see me roll
I'm busting up these cowards
Huddle they don't want the trouble
Double stacks and hundred stacks
Now buck this in your Cadillac
My folks off in the fade from luring bread and water with regret
You move and I react
It's hard to breathe in the midst of this bullshit
I thought that he was strapped
That's why I snapped and wrapped a full clip
A full clip of dynamite straight to the dome
Got me watching out my rear view mirror on the way home
I want the chrome 23's
I'ma take this nigga please
Don't make me have to leave you bastards on the floor with this square
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
I lock foes with my real niggas
Dwelling in the hood in white tees
Fuck he a figure
Them fake ass styles trying to put a stop to my grind
I'm trying to stay focused but it's hard to walk that straight line
Say where I'm from
It's the blind leading the blind man
My mama ask me why but some things she don't understand
So Mary Jane getting blowed on a day to day basis
Sending magazines to my niggas who couldn't shake them cases
Tears get shed for my G's who left us dead
If we ain't cut a nigga neck we killing for respect
Man the game get deeper nigga every day
And even though I don't go to church I still pray
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
It's them Boosie niggas
For real
And them Lava House boys
We got a hit
This time I'm coming bad at it
Look, now pass the killer
To the realest of your niggas
To the one who gon' ride with you
To the one who gon' die with you
Bow your head
To your big dog with that bread
Let him know you got his back if he get caught up by them feds
Keep it gutter
Take care his kids and his mother
Throw bricks to his brother
Go run out that motherfucker
If you love him
You kiss him and you hug him
Don't let nobody touch him
Get that chopper start bustin'
If they kill him
We coming snatching baby
Chopping your old ladies
Cause my dog going crazy in that pen now
Thanking God took his little brother because it's in now
I ain't gon' lie
Deep inside I feel I ought to die
Try to be like you
Put 22 on a 7.45
My life is crucial
I'll shoot you like a dice roll
They burn my tape
They burn my tape because I'm ice cold
They hollering Boosie got the juice now
Boosie run the streets
Holler Boosie throw me something
But look here Boosie I ain't your peeps nigga
And it's a worldwide struggle
And I respect it if you hustle
But you gotta stay out of trouble if you want to hustle
Mama holler come home
She know I'm doing wrong
She know when I'm smoking that lean
She know when I got that chrome
But that's my mama
And I love my mama
And I bust heads if you touch my mama
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Now I heard rumors Lava House fell off and we don't keep it hot
I heard rumors falsified that Hood Dwellas never gon' drop
The gossip never stop
So I'm never sleeping on my game
Fuck your name
I got quarters of PCP up on my brain
Blood stains on my numbers
I been fighting invisible foes
Trying to keep my mind off overload
Knocking on heaven doors
And yet they scandalize my name
Don't wanna see me roll
I'm busting up these cowards
Huddle they don't want the trouble
Double stacks and hundred stacks
Now buck this in your Cadillac
My folks off in the fade from luring bread and water with regret
You move and I react
It's hard to breathe in the midst of this bullshit
I thought that he was strapped
That's why I snapped and wrapped a full clip
A full clip of dynamite straight to the dome
Got me watching out my rear view mirror on the way home
I want the chrome 23's
I'ma take this nigga please
Don't make me have to leave you bastards on the floor with this square
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
I lock foes with my real niggas
Dwelling in the hood in white tees
Fuck he a figure
Them fake ass styles trying to put a stop to my grind
I'm trying to stay focused but it's hard to walk that straight line
Say where I'm from
It's the blind leading the blind man
My mama ask me why but some things she don't understand
So Mary Jane getting blowed on a day to day basis
Sending magazines to my niggas who couldn't shake them cases
Tears get shed for my G's who left us dead
If we ain't cut a nigga neck we killing for respect
Man the game get deeper nigga every day
And even though I don't go to church I still pray
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga
Man this that real real shit nigga