Lil Boosie - We Out Chea lyrics

[Chorus] b**h, we out chea! (What, n***a!?) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 We the five-one savage b**h, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 We the five-one slash b**h, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 We the five-one savage Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea [Verse 1] OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea? Five-one, five-oh All the way the dummy way f** with me, die slow Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch Daddy gone, never comin' home That's all I know So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll Dickies cuffed up, f**ed up, off that Henny and X-O With that liquor in me, I'll go do the sh** myself f** the consequences Have all you n***as jumpin' fences So, you see, I've been dumb Reppin' where I'm from When I drop it n***as come Boss man, job done After dark it's Jura**ic Park Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves We all G's Main mane in the grave behind some f**in' bullsh** So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullsh** Outta here, dead meat f** you and your whole street I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be, we game [Chorus] [Verse 2] Look, it's gutter with me Yeah Ain't ra**lin' or no tusslin' me It's straight bustin' with me Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on Ran with straight cut-throaters n***as with no hope-a The street life is all I know, it's all I live So yo' best bet? Respect the kid Fifty-one fifty, I mean that If you happy, n***a I seen that Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at [Verse 3] Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quik This n***a here a savage He totin' two glocks under just in case it get drastic Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street 100, we do no stuntin' What we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef No time for playin' games Run with a bunch of k**as who certified and well trained [Chorus] [Verse 4] b**h, I'm out chea All the way the dummy way They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, n***a, play you late All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys Fifty-one fifty, sh** get wicked in my city Pistol grippin's addictive n***a play, n***a get it I'll talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to f** over a n***a [Verse 5] b**h, we out chea, in the streets Everywhere like Percy D Barbershop Barbeque Who gon' ride for you? Choppin' fools 1-by-1 2-by-2 3-by-3 R.I.P Rest in Piece We dat boss gangsta sh** Play now, cry later, mane Feed you to the gators mane Try to send a message, that's why I got that "f** you Haters" chain Since 10, I've been a beast Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' a** instantly [Chorus]