Movies lyrics

by

Webbie


I thank these n*ggas scared of me mane (Its cool though)

n*gga bump my sh*t, n*gga see me don't even holla at me
I bump yo sh*t n*gga I'mma holla at you (But f*ck it I'mma real n*gga)

Before I lay me down to sleep I know that they don't want no beef
I thank these n*gga scared (2x)

[Verse 1 - Boosie]
I wanna thank god for blessing me to hit you with this recipe
Yeah, you got more bread then me b*tch
But I know you scared of me, b*tch
Don't wanna holla, b*tch
I'm bout a dollar
I done came so sick now I'm a problem
Can't get no features on my album n*gga scared of lil Boosie
So when you ask me what it do, I'mma tell 'em f*ck you
And when you mention me its negative its never positive
They can down talk about me but I got a lot of skills
I got a lil though, to make these n*ggas suffer
Y'all rapping and rhyming I tell life stories motherf*cker
You thank that you can hold me back
b*tch I been retarded
And I got respect regardless if I don't hit carpet
Look, I'm finna make 'em caught hell, you saw the XXL
Me and my lil n*gga finna school a baby G and a real n*gga
This game a n*gga got a put yo hoes on my track
Have them selling top and bottom
That mouth and that cat
[Hook - Boosie]
All you n*ggas wanna be killas
Better know what you doing(2x)
Open ya eyes while you shooting
Ole' scary ass n*gga

All you rappers wanna be actors
Better stay in the movies
And don't f*ck around with Boosie
I thank they scared mane I thank these n*gga scared

[Verse 2 - Boosie]
I took a walk by the big dogs, n*gga turning they head
They listen to my music, but can't holla
Dem n*gga scared
But its cool with me
b*tch you know where Boosie
In yo city on yo stage do what you gone do to me
After my shows I'm wit my fans giving kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by other punks who wanna be thugs
You n*ggas lying on yo records
b*tch you got me heated
Hannibal Lecter one of you b*tches
Cut ya tongue out make you eat it
They burning my CD's, burning my CD's
Well that burning my CD's made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matter what
Every street, every alley, every corner with that fire marijuana
They got Boosie in the deck and Boosie got respect
When them other rappers hear me
I put goose bumps up on they neck
To his throne I'm a treat
Mane I'm young but I'm a vet
Mane I'm right behind you in line (n*gga)
And I'm next
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Boosie]
You n*ggas going platinum selling more then my click
But ain't nobody at yo shows
I know you feel like a b*tch
Because yo street credit is nothing
Compared to me who thuggin'
And by the way on or under you'll one hit wonder
And I drop hit after hit
You ain't gotta fast forward sh*t
Just put me in and let me roll
I bet you say I'm ice cold
I'm shinning like a light pole
Got n*ggas looking' stupid
I got more ice then some of them clowns who play on movies
And Its bright night, I thank they scared of me
He saw his b*tch checking me out now he handcuffing
If you ain't never lived that life then don't rap b*tch
If you ain't never ran the streets
You need and map b*tch and cold cut sandwich
I'mma tell ya I don't feel that n*gga
He only show up once a year ole' mac rib ass n*gga
So I be like foe I lay me down to sleep
I know that they don't want no beef, ahhhh
I thank these n*gga scared

[Hook out]
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