Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - I Know

rate me

Say mike milam and vonte

I'm a make a nigga feel on this

Top and bottom they at war in my neighborhood

(south baton rouge)

The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods

Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down

Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns

God know I know

I feel like can't nobody fuck with me

God got my back so

Lil boosie keep his mind at ease

And god kno I kno

That somebody gon hate on me

But god kno I'm thug so

U kno lil boosie go and get skeet

Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin

He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin

From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks

For the lil nigga with that pistol ridin around in somethin hot

Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth

Can't stop the way we livin, just help us make it through

When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you

Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to

And god kno

And god know I'm thug life, u fuckin right

So if ah nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right

And god got my back so, when I act wow

I'm comin home safely through the back do

The murder rate is sky high, nigga hollin ride or die

These youngin slangin iron it ain't no mo takin pride

So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber

Cause niggas slangin iron like the lone ranger

Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana pile up by the bill

Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills

Gotta get it how I live in the southside

I'm thuggin with my cow hide

I'm fresh when I come outside

You talk shit get hog tied

God know I know these niggas

Don't make me show these niggas

Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas

And I

God kno all the killas

He done walked with all them niggas

He done talked with all them niggas

Before they went sparked them trigger

He ain't tell ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt

Plus they kept a thug alert

For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists

These niggas in the swamp swearin to god they alligators

Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin

We do wat we gotta do, to get that money

And god kno my past

I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will

I'll end up grippin that steal

And god kno my temper

My temper like a bubble

You bust it you in trouble

Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow

I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage car yo

The streets ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south

Thats why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out

And it's hard to live, I'n a community where ain't no fuckin unity

They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me

So boosie be on other shit

Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris

And mac on ah model bitch

Had a hoe that swallow dick

Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno

Witness a junkie straight sprayed right in front of the store

So I got my blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey

Killin my own people, servin my own uncles

And I


Our father who art in heaven

Hollow be thy name

Thou kingdom come

Thy will be done on earth as in heaven

But we stay reppin

But we stay they got beasts up in my section

I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the d

80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya b

God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures to see

And som change to keep my nigga wit some kicks on his feet

And god kno he raised me

When donkey went jonsin

Bronson kept me wide open

And that's a fact

But I kno they gon hate tho

Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego

It's consequences, jumpin fences

Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches

The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace

Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis

A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised

Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played

The streets is crooked, the preacher crooked

Saw my old teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked

Now if don't nobody kno

God kno

Nigga u a hood rat nigga tellin everything

God kno

A nigga try to bring you down

He right on side u

God kno

Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fa years

God kno

Thanks to tavistloveberry for these lyrics

Thanks to 34th Goon for these lyrics

Thanks to Joffiboo for correcting these lyrics

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