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[Talkin'']**lf**Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!**lf**And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,**lf**Life story for life story, mane I''m the truth...**lf****lf**[Verse:]**lf**We started off in the backyard, I''m that boy,**lf**Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,**lf**I''m that hard. Life starts from a bad**lf**Memory, Daddy loved drugs, Can''t take this from**lf**Him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood**lf**Jackas, To neighborhood stackas... I-10 ridaz, to**lf**I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on**lf**That pcp, Walkin'' to school wit a tool, who**lf**Gon'' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin''**lf**Drugs, marijuana and coke, Momma, she washed**lf**Her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,**lf**I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I**lf**Went got my own... now they look at me grown.**lf**Posted up behind the Citgo [?], on Wyoming**lf**Street, Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.**lf**All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior**lf**And B. All old niggas showed us ropes like**lf**They picturin''[?] me....**lf****lf**[Chorus 4X]**lf**You don''t know my struggle,**lf**So you can''t feel my hustle**lf****lf**[Verse 2:]**lf**Hard times, me and you getting'' blisted...**lf**Got a dimebag, but we couldn''t buy the Philly,**lf**Walkin'' to the weed dispenser, we was short on**lf**The special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,**lf**Mayne it''s whatever. Old niggas tried to**lf**Shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a**lf**Big knot, now I''m thuggin''... Wit a big ugly**lf**Somethin'', on my waistline, bouncin'' thru the**lf**Southside... Back then, it was straight gin,**lf**Dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,**lf**We bustin'' at ya, that''s the**lf**Rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a**lf**Few. Mayne, I''m talkin'' bout them lonely**lf**Nights... me and My Homie on the flight... sneakin**lf**Thru hoes window, Robbin'' niggas for indo.**lf**Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry**lf**Thang and Kevin. Goin'' to clubs reppin'',**lf**Hollin'' ''Fuck goin'' to Heaven'', cause I''m out**lf**Chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done**lf**Lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up,**lf**Mayne....**lf****lf**[Chorus (4X)]**lf****lf**[Verse 3:]**lf**Sittin'' nites, need my medicine and my**lf**Needles, All the Bondsmen.... Keepin'' it gutta**lf**Wit my people. The thug life, back to back**lf**Catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin''**lf**Junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,**lf**Nurses tryin'' to lift up my spirit,**lf**My momma preachin'', but Boosie boo don''t wanna**lf**Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was**lf**Dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I od''d**lf**Off that X, what they gon'' say next? Grandma**lf**Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas**lf**Hate, but I don''t drive by, I walk to ya. High**lf**School, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. Dusted and**lf**Disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I**lf**Borrowed, I gave back... When it was beer time,**lf**I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The**lf**Baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I**lf**Lost all my ghetto role models, This my**lf**Struggle mayne...!!