U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout

Boosie bad ass(bad ass) U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga) U ain't bout that murda murda shit U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know) I'm cut throat Kinival I'm a buy the bar survival Sip syrup and smoke fire and I'm wilder(than an average thug) I'm hard headed my momma told me that And u got to be real all this drama showed me that Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to) I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate) And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that They gon get what they deserve bout that We gon cut down they whole curve bout that X2: Lil Boosie] U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh) U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh) That big ass church with all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout) Why u had to take my son that's what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy) U ain't really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me Now I'm young trill entertainment so know one thang I ain't worryed Cause my family do damage business ain't handled it's murda Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals And if u beef with my niggas we gonna really squad up From choppas to a 6 bitch u can't avoid us Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa Even if u did I wouldn't even smoke witcha Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose U and them other two niggas duck duck goose Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out Close yo fuckin mouth fore I rip yo damn tongue out X2] U ain't bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse And u light his ass up when he come out(when it's a drought) We get sick with it u heard about lil Trell Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then it's been hell And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no) They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real Look I'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free Like lil Trell on the lum Cause u niggas ain't my equal and they hatin on this lil thug A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me And my posse is full of thugs Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug We dumpin slugs on a enemy I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here) They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what I'm sayin Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin but they ain't never do none of that shit So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that) They don't get no cool points from me