[Talkin']
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Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
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And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
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life story for life story, mane I'm the trutha˘ć|
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[Verse 1]
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We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
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Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
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I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
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memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from
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him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
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jackas,To neighborhood stackasa˘ć| I-10 ridaz,to
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I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on
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that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who
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gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'
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drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed
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her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
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I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I
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went got my owna˘ć| now they look at me grown.
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Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming
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street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
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All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
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and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
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they picturin'(?) mea˘ć|.
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[Chorus 4X]
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U don't know my struggle,
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so you cant feel my hustle
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[Verse 2:]
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Hard times, me and you getting' blisteda˘ć|
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Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
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Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
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the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
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Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to
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shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a
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big knot,now I'm thuggin'a˘ć| wit a big ugly
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somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the
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southside... Back then, it was straight gin,
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dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,
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we bustin' at ya, that's the
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rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a
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few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely
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nightsa˘ć| me and My Homie on the flighta˘ć| sneakin
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thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.
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Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
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thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
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Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
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chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done
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lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,
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maynea˘ć|.
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[Chorus (4X)]
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[Verse 3:]
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Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
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needles, All the Bondsmena˘ć|. Keepin' it gutta
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wit my people. The thug life, back to back
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catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'
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junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,
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nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
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My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
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Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
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dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd
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off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
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died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
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hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High
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school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and
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disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I
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borrowed, I gave backa˘ć| When it was beer time,
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I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The
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baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I
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lost all my ghetto role models, This my
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struggle maynea˘ć|.!!
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My Struggle
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| Lil' Boosie |
