Nussie - Freestyle 2 lyrics

Oh boy mixtape Nussie badazz bout to drop january 1st you know The difference between me and alot of cats man is They be rappin trying to convince yall they street Imma street n***a trying to convince yall i can rap ?to be honest? i shot him We'll see about that But just in case he lives Imma shoot him in his back Imma shoot his girl too Because i like to be different Got my gameface on No time for slippin Everytime that i look a n***a yellin they thug Oh im a gangsta ??? for nussie to show em some love I ain't showin ya sh** except a big brown dick If i give ya anything itll be some counterfeit Some say mixtape i call it jackin for beats Imma dawg in these streets and i be scratchin to eat A wing F wing the f**in Q building i been did all that im through with the parish prison Ill make your body lean like its f**in purple syrup I am the dirty south n***a f** what ya heard Goddamit deelo was it really worth it A bullet in ya head i know that sh** hurted Imma different type of rapper Ill rap your a** with a stick I was sellin powder packs back in 1986 n***as hatin on me Trying not to feel me Knowing damn well that boy nussie gets busy The only way to stop me ya gots ta k** me Imma bogart my way till im rich and filthy Real street n***a Money go getta Make the wrong move ill kick you in your sh**ter I blues fake n***as see im supposed to do that Drink me some yak and sell them b**hes candle wax Now imma local rapper but i dont sound like it I just start rhyming and n***as already biting Cuz everyime i spit Man i be spittin yall the truth Bottom of the map state shaped like a boot But here in holly rouge we dont support our troops Go fight in the war? man i'd rather eat poo poo I tote big stacks like them b.m.f. cats Was happenin big meech man i hope yall bounce back And i cosign too Dont f** with my crew I dont discriminate Ill shoot your mammy too Bad shaped b**hes i call them bellpeppers Hoes shaped like pickles jenny craig can't help em Now was happening with all you n***as who be scared to sell me dope I gave him money first and still be actin like a hoe Welcome to holly rouge, the real dirty south Fifty n***as layin inside the crackhouse And fifty b**hes jiggin outside the crackhouse Five years strong since we had our last drought Out with the fake in with the real Real n***as come together make the fake disappear (please) Out with the fake in with the real Real n***as you know the rest