Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boosie Badazz
Composer
Texty
[Verse 1]
You know why you ain't got what I got?
Why you ain't flashin' no knot?
'Cause you ain't paper-chasin' out here like Lil Boosie and Pop
There gon' be a lot of **** dead 'fore the foolishness stop
I'ma introduce you pussy **** to these Rugers and Glocks
I turned a block into a block and now these **** want me
I'm chargin' **** nine pieces just to cook up they weight
You got that iron? I got that iron, they ain't stop makin' no guns
We got M1s, tommy guns and them hundred-round drums
And I ain' givin' a **** nothin'
I don't owe a **** shit
Everything I stole I paid for, from X pills to bitch
But you gon' set trip this shit, huh? Act like you sick, huh?
Saw the ho then slaughtered the ho, now ask that lil' bitch, now
'Bout Boosie, doubt Boosie, you could get your house shooted
Terrorize ****, like some junkies in the South movie
Hallowed be the name, I'll bust your damn brain
Closed-case ya, duct tape ya, ****, that's on everything
They hated when that feddy came, now I'm on that money train
It's Golden Child and Tommy Chain, a **** with the choppers, man
For real, ****, it's Golden Child and Tommy Chain
A **** with the choppers, man
[Verse 2]
Jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier
It's mostly jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
It's jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier, man
It's jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
[Verse 3]
Look, look, look
I'm thuggin' in real life, ****, ask the slums
I was raised by the addicts and scrutinized by bums
I got down in the mud and spill blood for crumbs
I know how to survive and accept it how it comes
I got it the hard way, don't know shit 'bout fun
I cut my gut in the field and got scorched by the sun
When the cops hit the block I was taught to run
When the beef hit the streets I'ma spark the gun
I live the wrong way, I came a long way
You jealous of the wrong **** on the wrong day
Me, Boosie and Webbie'll hit your set the strong way
Just watch what you say, gon' have security wanna play
Big Head don't give a fuck about none of that, man
Just thank one of y'all **** if it come to that, man
Stay and don't leave, we big dogs, ****, nationwide
Big Head's the dome doctor, baby, Uptown, Southside
[Verse 4]
Jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier
It's life of jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
It's jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier, man
It's jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
[Verse 5]
I'm the latest of trillas, on a mission for millions
I got bundles of bitches, I ain't worried 'bout you ****
I'm a soldier for reala, I ain't worried 'bout your pistols
You won't stop Webbie riches, then, ****, handle your business
Man, these lil' **** trippin', mad at my position
I'm five hundred degrees and, bitch, BET how I'm livin'
Stuntin' out on you bitches, flat-screens all on the ceilin'
S.O. all in my bottle and dosha all in my feelin'
You can cross me, lil' partner, I'll knock you straight out your misery
Say, man, fuck my fame, I'll knock your brains out your fitted
While you hatin' I'm gettin' super brains from my mistress
**** stuck in the gutter, I'm finna blow past fifty
These **** jealous of me, I know one thing, you ain't ready
Best call your fellas for me, you know one thing 'bout Webbie?
Webbie be ready for it, old, pussy-ass ****
I know bitch-ass **** jealous, ****
[Verse 6]
Jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier
It's life of jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
It's jealousy, yeah, I told you, man
It's jealousy, yeah, every soldier, man
It's jealousy, yeah
Got these **** scared, wanna bust a **** head for no reason, man
[Verse 7]
Since I was small I was hardheaded, but I regret it
And never bit my tongue, bitch, if I said it then I said it
And keep that thing loaded, off of safety so I'm ready
All you jealous-ass ****, I'll make sure you get the message
My G Nikes be crisp white, them boys be piss light
Fuck that **** Foxx, when I see him we gon' fist fight
Know you got me bent but that chopper make 'im get right
I'm a small ****, I ain't got time for all them quick rights
Hot one to the stomach, I guarantee he gon' shit white
My condolences to his family but that was his knife
**** want my money, my life, and all my bad hoes
**** ain't the only ones jealous, they got some mad hoes
Hide inside my gun, hand cocked, and all my cash grow
**** wanna sit at my funeral but on the last row
If I let a punk **** kill me I be a asshole
So I keep that iron real close, real close, ****
[Verse 8]
Jealousy, yeah, they say money the root of all evil
Jealousy the root of all evil
You ain't even gotta have nothin', they gonna hate on you
Fucked up, fucked up
He ain't even have one kill
They can't get out there and paper chase, they gon' hate you
Knockin' **** ass off in 2002, believe that
Written by: Boosie Badazz

