Boosie BadAzz - 4, 3, 2, 1 lyrics

4,3,2,1 [BOOSIE] Verse 1 I got a hustle that's unmatchable A swag that can't be touched I got real blood diamonds Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed Every thang I spit be sick So I dun f**ed tha world up Got respect across the world But I don't never get enough Trigger finger soft as tissue Boy, lil' boy don't call my bluff I got b**hes like Delicious Squirt when they catch a nut I got Polo on my body Red bottoms on my feet I got b**hes in Milwaukee Detroit, all tha way to Flint I got kush like Wiz, so you know a n***a lit Came out tha p**y bout my biz so I gotta represent In tha cage full of rage And now it's time to vent They took Lil Bleek away from me So now it's time to sin huh [HOOK] 4,3,2,1 Realest n***a at this sh** [VERSE 2] I got deals on tha table And they talkin big ol' money Time to do some big ol' stuntin' Hit tha ground, and keep runnin' Real sh** back so won't you hear it now Got all my real n***as in heaven Smilin', lookin' down This for my n***as in tha kitchen mane Who cookin' now n***a got that charge Who sittin' in central booking now Mane they say 2Pac back I'm tha closet, hands down But I don't rap beef Say sumin' bout me You gon' get laid down I never switch I took my lick and I laid down So many sh**ted on ya boy But they gon' pay now And I'm tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town Nothing but Boosie when they ride When they ride 'round That crack music n***a I go hard n***a It's so addictive, explicit Contagious Talk about lickin', k**in in these streets I'm so outrageous I'm a army by myself I put labels on my back I put candy on my whip And I put paper on a rat Got a gift to touch some hearts And Im gon' thank tha man for that These couple years been hard But b**h I'm almost back I like 'em thick I like 'em slim I like 'em just right fine I like my head slow motion And look in my eyes Minor setback for a major comeback You know I wasn't lying If I ain't f** yo b**h You know I wasn't tryin' My secret weapon Iviona And she top of tha line Learned tha business up in prison Im on top of my grind My circle small Cuz half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder Ready to get back to the streets And light that 1st degree purple Promised my n***as in the pen I was gon' touch and act a beast They ain't comin' like I'm comin' Now tha game belong to me Don't want Bobby by tha pound I don't want Whitney by tha key I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me Yo girl a freak She ate my meat, and ya'll married Ratchet No more walkin' round wit 50 g's Plastic Got a BB shirt on wit' her hair down Jazzy A hundred grand a night f**in' right I'm still happy 2x Tote a pack