Boosie BadAzz - Say Round - 1827112 lyrics

(Hook:) Say round, let me hit ya right back Hot right now the feds got my phone tap Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now? (x2) (Big Head:) Due to the situation politican codes Let the hoes move the loads, and watch yall rose Man dat joensin' sh** old, and you real important So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion The feds stay in the area, they watchin my home Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly But yo thinkin cap gotta stay on and stay ready The game ain't the same, Im bobbin' and weavin Please explain why this snitch still breathin? Say Boosie you know better than to f**k wit that n***a He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller! We professionals now, young entrepreneurs So you know them f**k feds out to do us Conspiracy a muthaf**ka, my n***a so walk light And talk right cause one indictment get ya 20 to life (Hook x2) (Lil Boosie:) Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap.(MY sh*t TAP!!) He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin dat? Swicth dat purple up to that orange now they sippin dat Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my f**kin' shoulder Want somethin its face to face, try somethin its K for K The white jeep cross the street thats the f**kin feds! How you know? Cuz when I look at him he duck his head They want Ivyanna, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared My family f**k around lose me its gone be welfare So lil daddy imma hit you up later They ridin wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator They know Im after this paper so they after my azz 30 g's up in the airport they call in the task They say you love to ride wit no legs No I love to get head! You gone be dead just like Ivy, F**k you fed! b**h! (Hook x2) (Webbie:) Say savage you got work? Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa Well I been hittin yo phone all Im gettin is the voicemail I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat? Playin like dat a have a n***a doin a hundred flat! Im constantly stackin because I wanna live lavish man Im good wit this white because I know life's about havin thangs I got two bad b**hes that handle bizness for savage man They get off the plane and I pick em up by the baggage claim Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard Robbers and murderers, I serve em straight through the burgler bars I f**k wit them trill boys, dont f**k wit nobody else Cause I know imma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself Hoe n***as come to my door for the scope it ain't nonthin happenin Cause n***as a rat on ya up in court and dont even care Im a lil n***a that a make a hundred bricks disappear A muthaf**kin gangsta! (Hook x2) (Foxx:) I can't talk now this ain't the time or the place The block hot like grits, ain't tryin to catch a case My n***a just got ten in a for real way And them b**hes know who I am cause what my grill say So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face You see this Cingular gone have a n***a upstate And if Im upstate how the f**k Im gone make cake Oh you ain't hung em yet you must be workin for them snakes You know every hood got snitches, bumpin gums like b**hes So they won't have to live behind them fences Sleepin on hard bunks, pumpin iron on them benches n***as tryin to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep If you want them M&M's meet me on ya momma street Dont forget to keep yo eyes open That cable amn ain't hookin nothin up but cameras and they scopin! (Hook: til fade)