4, 3, 2, 1 - Boosie Badazz, C-Murder

I got a hustle that’s unmatchable

A swag that can’t be touched

I got real blood diamonds

Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed

Every thang I spit be sick

So I dun fucked tha world up

Got respect across the world

But I don’t never get enough

Trigger finger soft as tissue

Boy, lil' boy don’t call my bluff

I got bitches like Delicious

Squirt when they catch a nut

I got Polo on my body

Red bottoms on my feet

I got bitches in Milwaukee

Detroit, all tha way to Flint

I got kush like Wiz, so you know a nigga lit

Came out tha pussy bout my biz so I gotta represent

In tha cage full of rage

And now it’s time to vent

They took Lil Bleek away from me

So now it’s time to sin huh

Realest nigga at this shit

I got deals on tha table

And they talkin big ol' money

Time to do some big ol' stuntin'

Hit tha ground, and keep runnin'

Real shit back so won’t you hear it now

Got all my real niggas in heaven

Smilin', lookin' down

This for my niggas in tha kitchen mane

Who cookin' now

Nigga got that charge

Who sittin' in central booking now

Mane they say 2Pac back

I’m tha closet, hands down

But I don’t rap beef

Say sumin' bout me

You gon' get laid down

I never switch

I took my lick and I laid down

So many shitted on ya boy

But they gon' pay now

And I’m tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town

Nothing but Boosie when they ride

When they ride 'round

That crack music nigga

I go hard nigga

It’s so addictive, explicit

Contagious

Talk about lickin', killin in these streets

I’m so outrageous

I’m a army by myself

I put labels on my back

I put candy on my whip

And I put paper on a rat

Got a gift to touch some hearts

And I’m gon' thank tha man for that

These couple years been hard

But bitch I’m almost back

I like 'em thick

I like 'em slim

I like 'em just right fine

I like my head slow motion

And look in my eyes

Minor setback for a major comeback

You know I wasn’t lying

If I ain’t fuck yo bitch

You know I wasn’t tryin'

My secret weapon Iviona

And she top of tha line

Learned tha business up in prison

I’m on top of my grind

My circle small

Cause half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder

Ready to get back to the streets

And light that 1st degree purple

Promised my niggas in the pen

I was gon' touch and act a beast

They ain’t comin' like I’m comin'

Now tha game belong to me

Don’t want Bobby by tha pound

I don’t want Whitney by tha key

I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me

Yo girl a freak

She ate my meat, and ya’ll married

Ratchet

No more walkin' round with 50 g’s

Plastic

Got a BB shirt on with' her hair down

Jazzy

A hundred grand a night

Fuckin' right

I’m still happy

I’m still happy

Tote a pack