Boosie badazz..
Come from that mud life n***ah, so.. you know
Whole family be thuggin', so..
I live my life like.. like a thrilla
I live my life like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, little n***ah with no love
Live my live like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, n***ah with no love, and i get it out the mud
Live my life like a thrilla
All I give is pain, got the heart of a k**a
I dont be playin games, even stuck in chains, I remain..
Bulletproof, p**y proof, words can't explain b**h wat I could do to you..
I'm a certified n***ah, southside thrilla
Whole family, thug n***ahs, drug dealers, cold k**as
Better pay.. wat you owe n***ah, it can get serious.. hold up
Ratttt, ratttttt
Realer sh**
Not speakin just to rap, I'm speakin from experience
Only thing my uncles ever taught me, was to whip a brick
The thugs are feelin' this, the few choice n***ahs, r.i.p lil ? big heart n***ah
Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type
Me and you, you and me, real sh**
Survivin like...
Clutch it, we might die tonight
f** it, its watever
God and my pistol
Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla
Since my younger days, I got payed for moves made, on the goon life
My daddy was a thrilla, and his brother certified
They told me, up an bust a clip everytime I ride
With me, you ain't gon' find nothin realer
Ask my n***ah city, he gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla
Got no love for these b**hes tryna shew this M.O.B
Theres two things a hoe can tell me.. No-thing
I'm from the mud, were that Caine and able sh** really exist
These n***ahs stomp hard, but in they heart they a b**h
Chop sticks, drop sh**, close range, broad day, that bullsh** them rappers talk about, all day
An they really bumpin boosie, so they thuggin'
They listen, but in pitchas they posin, an they blooded
An while I was in the pen, b**h n***ahs built a case
I sh**ted, an threw it in his f**in' face
Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv
I got big street luv and it can't be duplicated
Thug here, boosie fade. Yeah I made it
In my section, they be reppin
They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest
We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy
I don't show no luv to these n***ahs, cause they shady
All my solidiers, slim sh**, Mr. scrooge made
Get money, eat later
f** that, they be like like f** they body, raise they pockets fat
In the mud, the masgstrate testifin' on they man
They actions be like crack, hard to understand
Murder man dance, where I'm from by the river
But ain't no n***ah tryin' me over that, cause I'ma thrilla
n***ahs play with me, and them fools was like my cousins
Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me, bust 'em