[Talking: Lil Boosie]
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I done showed the world,
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Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin
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Welcome to the mind of a maniac
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What part of real you niggas don't understand?
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Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave
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[Rapping:]
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I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit
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Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
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I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
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We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B
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You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me
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Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
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Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue
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Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
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{I ain't go no mind}
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[Chorus:]
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Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, street nigga} [x2]
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[Rapping:]
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Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches
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We go and get it, get ya weight up
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And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
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Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
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Know what I'm talkin bout
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My niggas let Joc out
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Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
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Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
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Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
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And grabbed by all these the mutha fuckin crabs.
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I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
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This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
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They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
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I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
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{Ain't got no mind}
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[Chorus x2]
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We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
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Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
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Gon' be in the chain game these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
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God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
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It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
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I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit.
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Four or five chains ain't never had shit.
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Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single.
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What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
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{Ain't got no mind}
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[Chorus x2]
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Mind Of A Maniac
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Lil' Boosie |