U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout

Boosie bad ass(bad ass)

U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga)

U ain't bout that murda murda shit

U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch

We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit

Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit

Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes

The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know)

I'm cut throat Kinival I'm a buy the bar survival

Sip syrup and smoke fire and I'm wilder(than an average thug)

I'm hard headed my momma told me that

And u got to be real all this drama showed me that

Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to)

I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u

And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate)

And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day

The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that

They gon get what they deserve bout that

We gon cut down they whole curve bout that

x2: Lil Boosie

U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh)

U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh)

That big ass church with all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout)

Why u had to take my son that's what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy)

U ain't really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me

Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me

Now I'm young trill entertainment so know one thang I ain't worryed

Cause my family do damage business ain't handled it's murda

Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles

See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals

And if u beef with my niggas we gonna really squad up

From choppas to a 6 bitch u can't avoid us

Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa

Even if u did I wouldn't even smoke witcha

Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke

Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose

U and them other two niggas duck duck goose

Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof

Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out

Close yo fuckin mouth fore I rip yo damn tongue out

x2

U ain't bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse

And u light his ass up when he come out(when it's a drought)

We get sick with it u heard about lil Trell

Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then it's been hell

And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no)

They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real

Look I'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB

Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free

Like lil Trell on the lum

Cause u niggas ain't my equal and they hatin on this lil thug

A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me

This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me

And my posse is full of thugs

Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug

We dumpin slugs on a enemy

I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me

And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real

But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)

They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what I'm sayin

Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin but they ain't never do none of that shit

So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that)

They don't get no cool points from me