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(Intro) This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo. (1st Verse) They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look they holla usher and that lil jon shit, they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was cold i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga what about...me (Chorus) Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me (2nd Verse) They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die that real faith shit that make you go spray shit they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with tigger blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal im thuggin and them major labels know that so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have a toe tag,look they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick but i know somebody know something that boosie shit this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on and mtv on im peeping ya holmes hollering out lean back and lovers and friends but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me (Chorus) Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me (3rd Verse) Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like russel simmons and def got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave myself im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you 2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit and buck down he started all that nasty bitch tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me (Outro) They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me Chorus) Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me (Outro) Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me |
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