[Intro]
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This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo.
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[1st Verse]
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They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p
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they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me
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they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie
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he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look
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they holla usher and that lil jon shit,
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they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch
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they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy
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dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me
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what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
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what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b
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what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height
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but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was cold
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i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old
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they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher
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that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga what about...me
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[Chorus]
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Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
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[2nd Verse]
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They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit
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they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit
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im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
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that real faith shit that make you go spray shit
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they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie
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i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
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i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with tigger
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blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal
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im thuggin and them major labels know that
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so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have a toe tag,look
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they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick
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but i know somebody know something that boosie shit
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this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on
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and mtv on im peeping ya holmes
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hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
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but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me
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[Chorus]
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Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
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[3rd Verse]
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Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like russel simmons and def
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got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave myself
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im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp
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yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing
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dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder
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these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools
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if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you
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2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit
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and buck down he started all that nasty bitch
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tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run
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they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though
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and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me
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[Outro]
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They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me
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[Chorus]
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Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me
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[Outro]
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Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me
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What About Me
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Lil' Boosie |