Boosie badazz.. Come from that mud life niggah, 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 niggah with no love Live my live like a thrilla Thug in my blood, niggah 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 killa I dont be playin games, even stuck in chains, I remain.. Bulletproof, pussy proof, words can't explain bitch wat I could do to you.. I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers, cold killas Better pay what you owe niggah, it can get serious.. Load Up Ratttt, ratttttt Realer shit Not speakin just to rap, I'm speakin from experience Only thing my uncles ever taught me, was to whip a brick The thug side feelin this, them few choice niggas RIP Lil Bleek lil big heart nigga Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type Me and you, you and me, real shit Survivin like... Clutch it, we might die tonight Fuck 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 niggah city, he gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla Got no love for these bitches 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 shit really exist These niggahs stomp hard, but in they heart they a bitch Chop sticks, drop shit, close range, broad day, that bullshit 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, bitch niggahs built a case I shitted, an threw it in his fuckin' 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 niggahs, cause they shady All my solidiers, slim shit, Mr. scrooge made Get money, eat later Fuck that, they be like like fuck they body, raise they pockets fat In the mud, the masgstrate testifin' on they man They actions be like crack, hard to understand Do the murder man dance, where I'm from by the river But ain't no niggah tryin' me over that, cause I'ma thrilla Niggahs play with me, and them fools was like my cousins Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me, bust 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
