Lil Boosie Talkin:
-Boosie bad a**(bad a**)
-U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(b**** a** n****)
Verse 1:Lil Boosie
-U ain't bout that murda murda s***
-U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a b****
-We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin s***
-Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit
-b**** do want f***** family in black clothes
-The b****** in black dresses the n***** in black vo's(u ain't know)
-I'm cut throat Kinival imma 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 n***** 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 n**** don't worry bout that
-They gon get what they deserve bout that
-We gon cut down they whole curve bout that
Chorus:(2x)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 a** church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout)
-Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy)
Verse 2:Webbie
-U ain't really bout that s*** 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 its murda
-n***** sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles
-See that little s*** u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals
-And if u beef wit my n***** we gonna really squad up
-From choppas to a 6 b**** 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 b**** ya fraud ya fake ya m****f***in fluke
-p**** all wet ya f***** booty all loose
-U and them other two n***** duck duck goose
-Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
-Gangsta s*** jump off boy u know u finna run out
-Close yo f***** mouth fore i rip yo d*** tongue out
Chorus:(2x)
Verse 3:Lil Boosie
-U ain't bout layin under a n**** house like a mouse
-And u light his a** up when he come out(when its a drought)
-We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell
-Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell
-And Webbie they don't live like we live(f*** 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 s*** lives in me them n***** kill for free
-Like lil Trell on the lum
-Cause u n***** ain't my ego and they hatin on this lil thug
-A lot of n***** scared of y'all but not me
-This for them n***** in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
-And my posse is full of thugs
-Like Headbussa baby Junior and my n**** 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 f***** penetentary make n***** think they real
-But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)
Chorus:(1x)
Lil Boosie Talkin:
-They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what i'm sayin
-n***** be rappin n***** be spittin but they ain't never do none of that s***
-So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that)
-They don't get no cool points from me
-Boosie bad a**(bad a**)
-U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(b**** a** n****)
Verse 1:Lil Boosie
-U ain't bout that murda murda s***
-U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a b****
-We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin s***
-Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit
-b**** do want f***** family in black clothes
-The b****** in black dresses the n***** in black vo's(u ain't know)
-I'm cut throat Kinival imma 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 n***** 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 n**** don't worry bout that
-They gon get what they deserve bout that
-We gon cut down they whole curve bout that
Chorus:(2x)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 a** church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout)
-Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy)
Verse 2:Webbie
-U ain't really bout that s*** 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 its murda
-n***** sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles
-See that little s*** u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals
-And if u beef wit my n***** we gonna really squad up
-From choppas to a 6 b**** 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 b**** ya fraud ya fake ya m****f***in fluke
-p**** all wet ya f***** booty all loose
-U and them other two n***** duck duck goose
-Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
-Gangsta s*** jump off boy u know u finna run out
-Close yo f***** mouth fore i rip yo d*** tongue out
Chorus:(2x)
Verse 3:Lil Boosie
-U ain't bout layin under a n**** house like a mouse
-And u light his a** up when he come out(when its a drought)
-We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell
-Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell
-And Webbie they don't live like we live(f*** 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 s*** lives in me them n***** kill for free
-Like lil Trell on the lum
-Cause u n***** ain't my ego and they hatin on this lil thug
-A lot of n***** scared of y'all but not me
-This for them n***** in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
-And my posse is full of thugs
-Like Headbussa baby Junior and my n**** 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 f***** penetentary make n***** think they real
-But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)
Chorus:(1x)
Lil Boosie Talkin:
-They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what i'm sayin
-n***** be rappin n***** be spittin but they ain't never do none of that s***
-So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that)
-They don't get no cool points from me