Lyrics:

[Talkin'']Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,Life story for life story, mane I''m the truth...[Verse:]We started off in the backyard, I''m that boy,Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,I''m that hard. Life starts from a badMemory, Daddy loved drugs, Can''t take this fromHim, He loved girls. Went from neighborhoodJackas, To neighborhood stackas... I-10 ridaz, toI-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom onThat pcp, Walkin'' to school wit a tool, whoGon'' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin''Drugs, marijuana and coke, Momma, she washedHer hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since IWent got my own... now they look at me grown.Posted up behind the Citgo [?], on WyomingStreet, Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like JuniorAnd B. All old niggas showed us ropes likeThey picturin''[?] me....[Chorus 4X]You don''t know my struggle,So you can''t feel my hustle[Verse 2:]Hard times, me and you getting'' blisted...Got a dimebag, but we couldn''t buy the Philly,Walkin'' to the weed dispenser, we was short onThe special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,Mayne it''s whatever. Old niggas tried toShortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got aBig knot, now I''m thuggin''... Wit a big uglySomethin'', on my waistline, bouncin'' thru theSouthside... Back then, it was straight gin,Dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,We bustin'' at ya, that''s theRules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just aFew. Mayne, I''m talkin'' bout them lonelyNights... me and My Homie on the flight... sneakinThru hoes window, Robbin'' niggas for indo.Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like FryThang and Kevin. Goin'' to clubs reppin'',Hollin'' ''Fuck goin'' to Heaven'', cause I''m outChea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I doneLost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up,Mayne....[Chorus (4X)][Verse 3:]Sittin'' nites, need my medicine and myNeedles, All the Bondsmen.... Keepin'' it guttaWit my people. The thug life, back to backCatchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin''Junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,Nurses tryin'' to lift up my spirit,My momma preachin'', but Boosie boo don''t wannaHear it (hard head). You know they say I wasDead, two shots up in my head. Some say I od''dOff that X, what they gon'' say next? GrandmaDied, momma House, lemme talk to ya. NiggasHate, but I don''t drive by, I walk to ya. HighSchool, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. Dusted andDisgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When IBorrowed, I gave back... When it was beer time,I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. TheBaby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus ILost all my ghetto role models, This myStruggle mayne...!!