(Verse 1)
If you buck then say so, push a n***a off
With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a n***a off!
Smoke you like you dro', f** a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' f**ing do'
Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick
What's the business b**h? I'm the lady of this Memphis sh**
Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers
Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some f**in game
You b**hes be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
Yes you, yes you bought, f** what you haters be thinking or saying
Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway
I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my f**ing mouth
What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South
Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
I'm a stay the same, f** whoever talking 'bout I done changed
(Chorus: 4X)
I be at the same block, same hood
Same house, same sto', same folks
Looking good b**h, I ain't changed hoe!
(Verse 2)
Can I ask you something, what you b**hes tryna prove?
Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool
See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
I don't want that babby-jazzy sh**, I don't speak seeds
n***a, n***a please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo
f**in with my n***as, paper chasing tryna get this loot
I ain't tryna take no sh**, or be labled as a duck
Never will I go out like that, you got me f**ed up!
You b**hes be talking that sh**, do you think that you can handle me?
Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee
I don't think so, go and call yo' mother f**ing crew
I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through
Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper
b**h, smack you, stomp you down b**h, it be that simple
You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
n***a come and take a ride, what you b**hes know about?
f** you b**hes, stick a mother f**ing gun in yo' mouth
Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky b**h!"
Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable b**h!
Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'
Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?
b**h get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real
n***as wanna f** when they see me on the B.E.T.
Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD
Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man
You silly a** b**hes, you wish you could see the sh** that I be seeing man
Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo
Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', b**h I thought you knew
Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-f**ing streets (Bee-yotch!)
(Repeat Chorus to end)