Boosie Badazz - Touchdown 2 Cause Hell Album Lyrics

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Intro - Get Em

Minor setback for a major comeback

Look at how the wrist glow along with a sick flow
Bitches hitting switches on my dick like a '64
Swisha sweet, full of dro, no need to pull a ho
Every hole in her body she tryna make my dick go
This so high, most niggas steal it out the Gucci store
Kicks so fly, I really like 'em so I'm buying four
Been had swag, hoes been sweating me since '94
Get my Frank Lucas on, furry hat, minx coat
Pink loc', light up my room like I'm a rainbow
She know, she getting down that's what she came for
Cocky and confident, I'm street, that what my chains for
Keep a dime piece but only eat on my main ho
Champagne rains but ain't f*ck the [?]
Platinum credit cards, feel addicted to bank rolls though
Gangsta everybody know, gangstas be at every show
Niggas say they gangsta but if you gangsta what you tell 'em for?

Get 'em Boosie
Get 'em Boosie
Get 'em Boosie
Get 'em Boosie

Minor setback for a major comeback

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Window Of My Eyes

Last night I heard the rain on my windowpane
All I could think about was all the time my mama Connie begged me to change
But I ain't listen, and no this ain't living
Tryna kiss your kids through a f*cking glass window, no contact
Fein it through the [?], even took the telephone
Tryna holla at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, creul shit
Same with the new shit, paint a bad picture of me
With that picture in my head, was scared, I was go never touch
Living like the rest of us, Angola lifers
Working in the field, man over ya with a rifle
Letters get shorter, face get greyer
People ain't got no paper, we might die in this bitch
This ain't living, I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy
Feel like the whole world envy me, know I'm talking 'bout
Co-defendant flipped on me, glad he ain't flip back
Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that
Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like "God damn"
They tryna stop a nigga shine, I think it's time I

Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes

I sit in the dark, it's so quiet I hear my heart beating
Too times faster than it did 'fore I was captured
I dreaming that I was free, I wake up like "God damn"
Sometimes I stare in the mirror and don't know who I am
I feel like Joe in the Bible, why is what I scream
My eyes don't even clear with drops of Visine
I'm mad for being Boosie, so sad my eyes hurt
Only way the sun shine, I get out the rain first
On the phone, son crying, and I wanna wipe his tears
Change his diapers, clean his ears, now you [?] in my eyes
I try to let it go but I got hatred up inside
Keep moving in slow mo' like the Matrix in my eyes
No sleep, no rest so I'm feeling like I ain't blessed
It's true I got more than most but I'm caged up like the rest
The devil's tryna defeat me, my closest friends deceive me
Question marks behind my freedom and got me badly eaten
I wake up feeling delusional, thoughts surface my brain
Visualising my kids, them thoughts turn into pain
My passion ain't what it was, my faith medium-rare
People I thought loved me is saying like they don't care
I'm stressing, biting my nails in my cell in pain
Me and the thunderstorms in my eyes can't see the rain
I'm calling out to the man, impatient I gotta wait
I know he come when he want but I need him to come today
No one to kiss me and hug me and tell me it gon' be okay
Plus the sickness that's attacking my kidneys like everyday
I think it's time

Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes

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Mercy On My Soul

[Intro: Akelee]
Have mercy on my soul, shine on
Have have mercy, have have mercy
On my soul, shine on me
Lord shine on, oh

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
First off I wanna apologise
Every time I made my momma cry
Leaving these pussy ass niggas traumatised
All the bad names I called ya when Lil Bleek and Lil Ivy died
Bless me over and over again
I know he bless me the more I was sin
Guess I was moving too fast in the wind
Got tied and pulled my ass in the pin
Now I'm looking at the past, thinking 'bout the future
Glad I got another chance, see ya feeling's mutual
Protect me in the streets when the times got crucial
When niggas slung iron, you made me blind to the shooters
And now I'm all alone and I'm calling on you daily
Asking for forgiveness and I'm asking you to save me
Protect my T-lady , don't stress my old lady
And you and I know how much I love my seven babies

[Hook: Akelee]
Have have mercy, have have mercy on my soul, shine on me
Lord shine on, oh

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Thinking 'bout them nights that my momma cried
Only son since my only brother died
Surgery on surgery, I can feel the pain
Have mercy on the Lord, please don't let her hurt again
God you blessed my auntie Brenda be the living proof
Had a tumour in the brain size of a grapefruit
It's for them ghetto saviours that's living major
Now they missing like the flight 370 to Malaysia
We was skinning and grinning, thought we was winning
Hurt was hot as hell so I'm packing linen
And lately my conscience be shaking me, waking me right about my sleep
Keeping it 100 I ain't slipping 'bout a week, hey look
Gotta do it for my little cousin, Trasity
See her boyfriend took her life
When I think about the daughter she left behind
Pardon me, can't you actually see a gangsta cry, Lord have mercy

[Hook: Akelee]
Have have mercy, have have mercy on my soul, shine on me
Lord shine on, oh

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
I was lost in a world-wind, now I'm sorry
Five different baby mama's coulda been on Maury
Staying up all night, smoking purp for hours
Can't even get my ass off to church a couple hours
Beefing with the enemy, teaching my son wrong things
In and out the hospital on that strong lane
Looking at the phone ring knowing it's my auntie
Knowing that she tryna pray for me, but I don't accept it
Now I'm selfish, not to others but myself
Cause I'm feeling like nobody know my struggle, just my wealth
But that was then and this is now and since you gave me another chance
God man I'mma promise I make ya proud
A lotta times I screamed to ya, felt like you ain't hear me
You ain't heard me cause I wasn't worthy, sins dirty dirty
Thugs cry, no lie had to hit my niece
Like please please, have mercy on me

[Hook: Akelee]
Have have mercy, have have mercy on my soul, shine on me
Lord shine on, oh

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Like A Man

[Hook - Rich Homie Quan (Boosie Badazz):]
I was taught to be a man
Stand on my two feet just like a man
Take all of my losses like a man
Nigga say it face to face just like a man
Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up)
Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up)
Like a man (I stand up), like a man

[Verse 1 - Boosie Badazz:]
When kids was playin' with unicorns, I was washin' cars tryna blow
Take a loss, get up and shake it off, and water whip the coke
No shoo-shooin', no not Boosie, to your face I'll let you know
Treat a queen like a queen and a ho like a ho
Went to the pen and I stood on my own, too fat mouth
And slangin' shit, fist fights, bitch whatever that you want do
Auntie told me back down
I'm beatin' your ass, no exceptions
Uncle told me "Fight 'em
You can't beat 'em, go and get your weapon"
My homies died, I stood up like a man
Do what you did to them, put that on Pimp, I don't be playin'
Bossed up, every time some problems hit the fan
Me and my girl got a case
Your honor, that's mine, give me that 8

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Boosie Badazz:]
Since 15 been takin' care of my mama manly
Never say the word "why" when it's time to do for family
The way I was raised, my closest peers understand me
The man in my section like Glen Oaks is to Handy
You know they told me tell on Turk and Mel for lesser charges
Ask me what I want to say, I say I want to f*ck your daughter
I was raised to get paid plenty ways like a man
Taught to get it out the mud cause they ain't puttin' it in your hand
Beef came, I bring pain, Lord knows I never ran
Whole code up in the street, you never see me on the stand
System tried to convict me off testimony and lyrics, but I'm a G
Came home with my chest out, and it's easy to see that

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rich Homie Quan:]
First and foremost, what's your definition of a man?
They call y'all lil' money, that don't make that boy no man
I be sittin' here countin' these racks all day, kinda hard for me to stand
And I don't need no crutches, tell the ho bring them dutches
Oooh, oooh, oooh, it her from the back, got the pussy screamin' like
Oooh, oooh, oooh, was a virgin 'til I got my first pussy like a man
Got locked up, was movin' too fast, won't you stick to the plan
Everything I do, boy you gotta know I do for the family
Gotta do it like a man
Mama ain't have no help growin' up so I had to step up like a man
Can't see my mama strugglin', I had to hit them streets like a man
Get caught doin' your crime, better do your time, like a man
Hundred thousand in my pants
Me and Boosie Badazz got a nigga feelin' like a man

[Hook]

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On Deck

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
It's Badazz, I got mine
On deck nigga, on deck nigga

[Hook: Young Thug]
Ian never love these bitches
Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
Man I'm a hit my nigga cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
My nigga we some anybody killers and we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Man I'm a young rich nigga so you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck
(Got them things on deck)

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet
If I say you getting wet, nigga you can cash that check
Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set
Ian lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer
I'm a headshot, deadshot keep 'em weeping
Don't cross fish now cause we beefing nigga
Got a pass that make you not laugh
Niggas want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols
I don't love these niggas, f*ck these niggas
Walk up rah rah rah, crush these niggas
Can't run, can't hide trust me nigga
Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you nigga
Yo, red you already know
It's no pick and chooses they all got to go
You want rap beef nigga, we can rap beef nigga
Come see you perform and kill the whole show
Who you playing with partna Ion think you know
AR15 with a perfect scope
Go hating ass bitches now you got free front row
Nigga to my murder show
I'm a young rich nigga who be wilding
Every nigga 'round me got at least one body
So don't talk shit cause this Glock part of my outfit
On deck, on deck,on deck nigga

[Hook: Young Thug]
Ian never love these bitches
Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
Man I'm a hit my nigga cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
My nigga we some anybody killers and we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Man I'm a young rich nigga so you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck
(Got them things on deck)

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
I chop 'em, I pop 'em, I stop 'em, I hit 'em, I drop 'em, he lay down it's over
My life familiar we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty we soldiers
And them things on deck bet not f*ck with this chain on my neck that's a don't do
Ain't no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I'm gon' shot
With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip
Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?]
We strap we ain't just acting hard, real this ain't no camouflage
Whole feet clean I got fancy cars, whole feet clean I got classy broads
I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I'm John Wayne
Certified and untamed and I'm blunt mane, Ion wanna f*ck with a nigga who f*ck with a nigga who uh
Scuff a nigga, eye for an eye like them Russians nigga
In my hood they ain't talking 'bout none my nigga but who can kill the most for the summer nigga, on deck nigga

[Hook: Young Thug]
Ian never love these bitches
Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
Man I'm a hit my nigga cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
My nigga we some anybody killers and we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Man I'm a young rich nigga so you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young nigga got them things on deck
Young nigga got them things on deck
(Got them things on deck)

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Retaliation

[Verse 1:]
Nigga just killed TyeTye
Caught him slipping in a drive-by
We so surprise his mama in tears
Somebody gon die now
His baby mama she been crazy
She done lost her mind now
Don't want to look at his lil boy
Cause it look like my dog
I'ma set it off in the muthaf*cka
I'm going ham with an AK
I promise his mama
I'm gon protect him
You gone get slam with AK
I'll duck tape you homie
Write your name on this list
Pussy bitch
And this pencil ain't got no eraser on it
Blood spill when a boss talk, I'm from Louisiana
Murder capital of all these states, peel your banana
Retaliate, four to the chest, two the face, if you can relate
If you think you gotta wait, bitch you can die today
I'ma ride for my niggas mane

[Hook x4:]
I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas
We searching for blood
Retaliation, it's payback pussy

[Verse 2:]
Like sharks we searching for blood
Like jaws I'm king of the sea
We kill we kill'em with gloves
Boy bouta eat this beat
Gas up this rental car
Park around the corner, jump out
This one for my dog, mane
Ian gon lie since he been gone
It's been so much pain
Rip him up with the mac
Just like that
Let him know I'm bout drowning
Wait by his block, the barbershop and his baby mama
I get dumb with the gat like london on the track
It's always gangsta
Seek and you shall find and it's a scary picture that I paint ya, nigga

[Hook x4]

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No Juice

[Hook:]
Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be rapping bout that
They ain't even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack
Bitch you ain't got no juice, bitch you gets no juice
And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised
Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold
Bitch you ain't got no juice, and nobody believes you
And you can't lie

[Verse 1:]
These niggas be talking bout this, these niggas be talking bout that
But they ain't never slung that yak, they ain't ever laid in that rack
On that other side
Of the wall where the real walk, cold nights, real talk
Niggas they telling lies, nigga what block you own?
I'm just a hustling ass nigga with a gift partner
You just a buster ass nigga on a trip partner
You got no juice, I got the juice, the whole world love me
CNN say I got the whole world thugging
Sometimes it's best to walk away, save yourself a case
Cause they in court testifying on us every day
Everybody want to be fly, but don't nobody want to get robbed
For reputations, they love

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
They exaggerating for these women, hoping they look at em different
But now you playing the people, since little one caught you slipping
You's a rat, you ain't ready for the lifestyle
When the K's cocked and the lights out
What you know about not going in till it's lights out?
Niggas checking niggas bout hoes, you gots no juice
All in them people's section flexing, nigga don't even know you
I believe in actions, no words, no weight
Nigga in LA nine years ago said he was gon' hook me up with Drake

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Nigga you ain't got no juice
Nigga you ain't Boosie Boo
You ain't even got no juice like that
You ain't the truth like that
Nigga don't even know you (No juice) [x4]

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On That Level

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
I got that liquor in my system, somebody gonna be my victim
Got me a turned up shawty, man this girl know how to party
We got P turned up with the models, drinks free so we turn up the bottles
Rubbing on her body, twerking, licking out her tongue like she thirsty
Hands in the air when her song on, love dancing in the mirror with the thong on
Know what she want and she gon' get it, know what I want and I'm gon' hit it
Look in her eyes saying "Come get it," tried to decide I gotta come with
Real cute face, nice titties, uncut, explicit

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Shawty don't want him no more, she on that level
And tonight she gonna do the most, she on that level
So I tell her do you, get your money, do you
Do you, do you...

[Verse 2: Webbie]
'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake
'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake
'Fore you make them tips you gotta save them hips
'Fore you make them tips you gotta save them hips
Show 'em you know how to get it, bounce ya ass and saggy titties
Bounce ya ass and saggy titties, bust it open make it jiggle
You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho
You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho
We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money
We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money
She a fool, everybody throwing 10s on that bitch
I'm sloppy, I don't piss on that Rosé Crys
I'm drinking, I'm driving, I'm celebrating living
I'm smoking, I'm sipping, head down no pimping
I can still see some haters in the corners of my eyes
Ain't worry 'bout nothing is this motherf*cker life

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Shawty don't want him no more, she on that level
And tonight she gonna do the most, she on that level
So I tell her do you, get your money, do you
Do you, do you...

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Do you slow roll that body? Do you come pop this molly?
Do you and I'mma do me baby, just came home please drive me crazy
I need a freak who gon' give it to me all day, let her have me and suck it in the hallway
We both grown so it's time to play, ass up face down she ain't tryna wait
I'm horny as hell, ready to clip, time ticking baby girl is you ready to whoop?
She a freak in them sheets and a geek in school, no playing, no hands when she eat the dude
Pretty face, small waist, she a main attraction, talk that talk plus her walk is nasty
She ready all the time, she ain't faking the f*ck, and I respect her mind cause I know what she want

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Shawty don't want him no more, she on that level
And tonight she gonna do the most, she on that level
So I tell her do you, get your money, do you
Do you, do you...

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Hip Hop Hooray

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop
They lying
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Nigga you ain't ever shot shit, bitch
You don't know the fist steps on how to whip a brick
You too, tell that dick that I'mma try to pimp a bit
Only take you, I ain't catch a case, you a snitch
Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang
You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang
Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain
Fairytaling ass nigga, scary ass nigga
Don't get back to your city, they should jack your ass
Did my research rabbit, they don't live like that
Turn on the radio you hear the same thing
Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame
It seems rappers don't [?] no mo', lying on the low low
I just left a place where you niggas let it f*ck so
Love a f*cking band roll the pussy nigga easy
We cut from a different cloth nigga, believe that

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people

[Verse 2: Webbie]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing?
Putting all these pussy ass niggas on the mission
Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs
Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that
They call my phone all the time I probably call back
Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back
Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all niggas pussy cashing
I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back
Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers
Have these lil pussy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer
I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen
Do what you want but you won't f*ck with the savage, tell 'em

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens
Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans
You niggas different from Badazz ENT
Cause we never rap beef, we just put niggas to sleep
I got a face that make these niggas hate me
They ain't real like I'm real cause these niggas ain't street
The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep
And other artists follow that shit, but not me
I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring
These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane
I got that ghetto boy WH shit
You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray
Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people
I don't believe you, I don't believe you
I don't believe you, you need more people

[Verse 4: Webbie]
Yeah we see y'all niggas, we don't believe y'all niggas
We don't f*ck with y'all niggas, we up bleed y'all niggas
On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all bastards
We'll leave y'all pussy asses straight for the pastor bitch, preach

[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying
They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop
They lying in hip-hop, they lying

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Mr. Miyagi

All I ever did was teach folk in the community
A place where ain't no lawyers, or ain't no 'munity
Talked 'bout that in my city and how to keep it up
Explain to in detail why you boys don't know my struggle
It's that real deal shit from a real motherf*cker
My stomping ground make me a ill motherf*cker
Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it
Mr. Miyagi with this shit dope, you learned from it
It's that murder man music, it's that nigga Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid
He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
I trained 20 niggas, they busting 20 Ubers
I thought 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail
When they stripping fail, I got 'em outta jail
If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back
My line busy nigga, call back

[Hook:]
Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
Mr. Miyagi with this real shit
Mr. Miyagi with this real shit

I took niggas with no hustle, met them outta juvy
Riding with niggas like Busta and [?]
I took care of niggas, if I was sliding, they was sliding with me
Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit and testify me
F*cking everything we did get up and lie on me
If that ain't high ratings, Mr. Miyagi
F*ck any nigga that ain't got my back, I know God got me
They said I wouldn't come at all, go watch
They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces
Mr. Miyagi, why the f*ck you think they couldn't break?
Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient
Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table
If they ever ever ghetto, they look up to me
Everybody just a little, they won't f*ck with me
If you's an animal [?], then I'm f*cking me
[?] wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi

[Hook]

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Black Heaven

[Intro:]
Black heaven is a place where people like me go
Up there in black heaven, black heaven

[Verse 1: Boosie]
Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness
But probably lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant
Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words
Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG
Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat
Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor
Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild
I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac
He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop?
Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back
Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back
Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak
Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped
Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin'
Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic

[Hook: Keisha Cole]
I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven
I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven
Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again

[Verse 2: Boosie]
Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days
Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays
Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways
Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case
Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here
To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here
James Brown still hollin' it's a man's world
But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man's girl
Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll
Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code
Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record
Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend
Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me
Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three
DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started
Rest in peace Bob Marley

[Hook: Keisha Cole]
I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven
I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven
Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Where do my niggas go to when they pass?
And why do good niggas never last?
Some get addicted to the fast route
The hand in hand, you know that cash route
I pray to God that we see better days
I caught a record while the record plays
I'm thinkin' Lord don't let 'em carry me
See I know one day when they bury me
I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven
Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven
Don't let the paranoia get to me
Can't take a trip to penitentiary
I make a flip and take the summer off
A half a brick? Now that's a summer salt
I look to God, it's been along road
I got my braid up, like a cornrow
I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way
If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven

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She Don't Love Me

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh I know, na na na
You see who's real

[Hook: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
Oh girl
I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
Where you girl? Oh
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
She don't do the shit she say she do

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
Monday, she acting like she don't really miss me
Tuesday, I feel a difference in her kiss
Wednesday, we sexing harder when we finish
Thursday she tripping, club all night Friday
Stand by me, Whitney and [?], be my rock girl
Paparazzi no freedom but at the house girl
And baby I don't wanna leave ya, baby I don't wanna leave
But baby, I don't really need ya either
Front of Harlem, scared to love
Perfect career, perfect face and that ass, ooh I'm scared of her
Got too much to lose doing you but you worth it
If we make it we deserve it

[Hook: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
Oh girl
I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
Where you girl? Oh
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
She don't do the shit she say she do

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
(Let me tell you 'bout oh girl)
She say she me ride or die but she barely smile
Went to prison you acting different, where you at now?
I need a soldier, someone real, someone to come get me
When all odds against me, I need a Navy Seal
If that you can't do, you don't love me like you say you do
Loyal to your honesty, the only way we make it through
Sometimes, she be sweet as cotton candy
But most time, she look at me like she can't stand me
I need sunshine, a bad chick to make me happy
Sexing keep me laughing, text me something nasty
System against me, the world call me an outcast
So I need a down chick, if you ain't down you down bad

[Hook: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz]
Oh girl
I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
Where you girl? Oh
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do?
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
Oh, she don't love me like she say she do
She don't do the shit she say she do

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All I Know

When you loved like I'm loved
Somebody got to hate ya
It don't surprise me at all cause I'ma street goon
I'm doing big things going big places
This what I do

Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know

That's all I know
Don't care what you say about me (nah)
Don't care how you feel about me (nah)
Drag my name through the mug
Guess what? I'm bout to kill these streets
Going places you will never see
Someone you will never be
Mama say get some rest
I might miss a check so I never sleep
Loyalty
Loyalty
Loyalty
That's all I know
Trust me you don't want war with me cause war is all I know
Went from the block to hip hop
Bottom to the tip top
I can't go broke I'm too hot
You hating on me cause you not
They hated Jesus so you know they gon hate me cause of my power
Its my time, my grind , my gift, my hour
This was God's plan , grind hard
Everyday I wake up she wanted me to miss my flight
I got to go to get my cake up
So I

Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
Hey,hey
That's all I know
Hey, my nigga that's all I know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
Hey

This all I know
I hustle hard
I shine bright
Let all these shoot shooting people stay on their guide-light
Money over niggas and I hate to the dick riding type
Hating people textin' to get a spot in the limelight
Pop them bottles I'ma grind this show
Come back off tour and grind some more
From my heart it ain't none to cut that bitch off
That ain't my ho
Hustle so I don't struggle nigga that's all I know
You in everybody business you bitches that's why you broke
While y'all criticizin' my name, I'm on a camel in Dubai
If they say 'sky's the limit,' guess what, then I'm the sky
Real music, I ain't gotta lie, tears of joy run down my eye
You hatin' a nigga who come from nothin', my nigga I ain't surprised, I

Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
Hey,hey
That's all I know
Hey, my nigga that's all I know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know

That's all I know
That money bag
That's all I know
Show up , show out and show my ass
That's all I know
People spreading lies on ya ol' lying ass ho
Misery loves company so hating
That's all you know
And they say , they say that I won't coming home
They say , they say that I won't coming home
I say , I say so many done me wrong
Now millions to the ceiling
Ian tripping ha ha

Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
Hey,hey
That's all I know
Hey, my nigga that's all I know
And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke
Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know
Hey

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Drop Top Music

Big Wayne on this beat nigga, drop top music, gas the whip up
Call my bad bitch, uh huh, way better than my last bitch

Drop top, wife beater and the weed lit
Woke up this morning, hit three chicks
Show money today, it's so sunny
Check the whip off playa, I'm getting money
[?] on my face, yeah this a couple grand
Hunnid grand plus in my jewel house pants
Everywhere I ride, getting love from the fans
Bun number 9, you can see it when I pass
Going to the hotspot cause I love that you're my eight
Rolex watch, four bricks and a half
Haters looking down, I just look at them and laugh
Champagne, bubble bath, shopping spree for my gal

This is drop drop drop drop drop top music
This is drop drop drop drop drop top music

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Spoil You

[Intro - Boosie Badazz:]
Boosie Badazz, TIP, every woman wanna be spoiled

[Hook - Boosie Badazz:]
I know you got wants, I know you got needs
I know you got plans, and I know you got dreams
Know you got a man that you probably wanna leave
But tell me girl, do you know what rubber bands means?
Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you
Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you

[Verse 1 - Boosie Badazz:]
New Celine purses, girl I know you're worth it
I'm the one you looking for, there's no need for you searching
For dudes who are worthless, you got a special person
But he ain't doing what he 'posed to do, spoil you
Just point to where you wanna go, tell me what you wanna do
Wanna get in school, I got hookups, all that LSU
Tell the truth, you tired of hitting them all, window shopping
Deep inside you really want somebody really got it
I really got it and I'm really tryna call you
Take you shopping, girl I'm really tryna spoil you
You too bad to not have bags and heels
I got a spoiling invitation, let me know what it is

[Hook - Boosie Badazz]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Wait a minute, hold it now
Whatcha doing ma
Chances I had plenty I know
Just give me uno mas
Never accept advice from people who ain't as cool as us
Got nothing to do with us, let's keep us between the two of us
Because, if they could switch with you they would
If hurting you benefited them, don't think they won't do it
Well screw it
Know you can't tell a nigga nothing
When they think someone is something and they turn out to be nothing
No matter how I try I go in and go off
She yellin, "fucc me harder", cum again in her mouth
From the car to the door, to the bed, to the couch
Tell her fucc that nigga take this dick
Girl this my pussy now

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You wanna get spoiled
Then I will make that happen
But its gon be other broads
I must admit it Im rapping
I turn a Micheal Khors watch to a Rollie right quick
This a golden opportunity you better not miss
Ace of Spades
We can drink like Kool-Aid, Lets do it
You need to listen to ya girl saying, "Just do it"
Im gon spoil you tight, call you like, "got a 1st class flight, come ball with me tonight"
But you gon have to come and give it all to me tonight
Diamonds all over you will make you shine bright
You got big dreams, then I can help you out fa'sho
It ain't what you do, but who you know
So let's go girl

[Hook]

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How She Got Her Name

That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name

She was a church girl, parents gave her everything
Had the best education but weak for conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn lame
Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained
Dude trip she move on now her [?] river long
Nose still to the sky like she on, pussy wet she smell creed on Bond number 9
Ocean pussy, she was bad now the bitch ain't even fine
Look in her iPhone, every baller in the city
Now she sexually transmitted, don't know who even did it
Now she pointing fingers, need to reverse that finger
Got her daddy feeling bad like he a worthless preacher
People look and shake their heads, their conversation is an upbringing
That's how she got the name Quick F*ck Tina

[Chorus:]
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name

Let me tell you about Dirty Diana, she really come up with nothing
Uncle use to touch on her he was really a monster
And it affected her, gang banged niggas they respected her
The reason they respected her; she loved setting niggas up
Cut throat from her own granny, taking cash
A nigga break up with her, she send niggas to his stash
She was envious, f*ck her best friend boyfriend
Tell her leave her boyfriend then she f*ck her best friend
Had a face full of sympathy but heart cold-blooded
Stayed fresh all the time but her little girl had nothing
She would con people, everybody not some people
Steal your birthday, your social and have you wanted by the folk
Got worst when she turned to cocaine for a high
She was a no brainier, loose cannon and all that
Set a young nigga up for like two hunnid stacks
He came back, Rest in Peace Dirty Diana

[Chorus:]
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name

Now Katie the chaser, mama was a gold-digger
She looked up to her so she took the same road with her
Mama use to tell her if he ain't on don't talk
Showed her how to put on M.A.C, even showed her how to walk
Katie was real pretty nice ass, nice titties
15 had a nigga, 25 really gettin' it
He went to prison, she moved on, it was an never ending cycle
On to the next baller, her last she don't even write him
Go to rap concerts just to get backstage
Know it's a high percentage, they see her she getting saved
Gold chain, gold earrings, kept her a Benz
Played big head Tony when she really got in
Tony fell, she went to gold mouth L
He been around let her run his whole shop and shit he put her down
Years later saw Katie and her weight decrease
Gold mouth dun gave her HIV

[Chorus:]
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
People use to love her, but she don't know
And she don't know
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name

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Kicking Clouds

Smoke one for me nigga (Light that shit up out there nigga)
Niggas gotta clear they mind sometime you know cuz
It be a lot going on
Lot of money (lot of snakes), lot of haters
So I just ease my mind

[Hook:]
When I need to, clear my mind
Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind
And no, I don't really care
I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there
And I be kicking clouds clouds clouds
F*ck em f*ck em f*ck em
Smoking something loud loud
F*ck em f*ck em f*ck em f*ck em

I just like smoking weed (ain't nothing wrong with that)
Felling fine
Kicking clouds
Tryna have a lil peace of mind
Always be like "f*ck my haters"
Sometimes I be like "f*ck the world"
"F*ck my girl"
Light up that real nigga
And I dont really care cuz I'm fine
Hanging out I dont have time
You ain't like my kind
I'm from a rare bloodliine
Just rolled for my nigga
May he rest in peace
Rolling up in them Boosie papers
Smoking that Lil B

[Hook]

Tonight I'm gon get fucced up with my dogs (F*ck Em)
Nigga play with us
We gon set it off
And I smoke
Tired of dealing with these bitches up in court
Baby mama threatening me with child support
Now that's some crazy shit
I need a blunt and a cigarette
For this crazy bitch
Me against the world
Stop talking bout me
Me and my girl we girl scouting
Let's take a ride on the [?]
Smoke this loud with me

[Hook x2]

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Hands Up

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I'm Sorry

Look, I say mama (I say mama)
I'm sorry (I'm sorry) for putting you through so much (all my life)
And I say Ms. Connie I'm sorry for being a bad boy growing up
And hen I was gone (when I was in jail)
Mama I miss you (I miss you)
I miss you so damn much
She told me don't worry 'bout what they say (don't worry)
You coming home one day and you gon' be right back with us (real shit)
To my Ivyana (fat) I'm sorry for living you all alone
And to my lil Tarlaysia (black) black I'm sorry that your daddy was gone so long
To my lil nigga lil Tootie I'm sorry, you getting big boy you gotta stay strong
Cause now that your daddy's back we gon' have them kinda stacks we gon' laugh together all night long
And to my Toriana fat I'm sorry for leaving you with only three
To my lil nigga lil Ray Ray I'm sorry that I was never there to tuck you to sleep
She look at me and say daddy I'm sorry (who I'm talking 'bout?) I'm talking 'bout my Lyric B
And for my lil son Michael Jordan boy your daddy sorry but I make it up now that I'm free
Lil nigga I apologise gise (Oh lord)
I apologise (f*ck that shit)
Tears in my eyes (I'm hurting inside)
To my big brother Taquari (TQ) I'm sorry (my nigga I'm sorry straight up)
And to my lil niece Mattie I'm sorry too (tell Mattie)
To my nigga lil Darryl (Lil Bleek) I'm sorry (nigga I'm sorry)
That I was never mane to protect you (you)
Tears fall for the crew (mane )
Nephew thuggin' what I'ma do?
Let him down cause I'm the only one he listen to
My aunties I'm sorry
Sitting in jail missing my uncles daily (crazy ain't)
F*cked around and motivated the ones that hate me (whew)
I'm sorry baby
Now it's time for me to make it up
Smiling faces for you hating as bitches (ha ha) who hated us
I let a million fans down and I'm sorry
They expressed in their letters (what they say?)
Told me longs I'm in jail the game won't get better now that's special
Special enough to make me want to grab a pad and pen
And jump on the mic and do it again (Do it again, do it again, straight up)
Special enough to make me grab a pad and pen
And jump in the booth and say it again (f*ck that)
I apologise
I got to prison and I got on my knees and I told God
I apologise
Nigga hurting inside like a mutherf*cker (hurting inside like a mutherf*cker)
Nigga told me in there no pain, no gain
All I could say was huh bruh?
I'ma send this one out to all the ones I love
From the heart though
I apologise