My Struggle

[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 1]

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 bad

memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from

him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood

jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,to

I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on

that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who

gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'

drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed

her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,

I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I

went got my own… now they look at me grown.

Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming

street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.

All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior

and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like

they picturin'(?) me….

[Chorus 4X]

U don't know my struggle,

so you cant 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 on

the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,

Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to

shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a

big knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big ugly

somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the

southside... Back then, it was straight gin,

dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,

we bustin' at ya, that's the

rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a

few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely

nights… me and My Homie on the flight… sneakin

thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.

Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry

thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',

Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out

chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done

lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,

mayne….

[Chorus (4X)]

[Verse 3:]

Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my

needles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it gutta

wit my people. The thug life, back to back

catchin 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 wanna

Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was

dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd

off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma

died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas

hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High

school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and

disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I

borrowed, I gave back… When it was beer time,

I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The

baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I

lost all my ghetto role models, This my

struggle mayne….!!