for you bitches Posse closing shop {Gangsta Boo} nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do with your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo I be
no) when at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit [gangsta boo] Oh no, you can't Misses gangsta boo
me, always got a plan b With hypnotize minds Blindin' bitches when we come through To all enquiring minds Yours truly, gangsta boo Repeat 1 [gangsta boo
waitin' for, playboy We here now We're in the house now, for sure Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream
you fuckin faggot write 8 bars about me nigga I do this shit all day 50! curtis jackson boo boo marcus?snitch black wall street c. e. o. mother fuckas
My Mama Throwed And My Daddy Dumb So Where U Think I Get It From U Want Some Come Get Some Some Trill Niggas Im Wit Some Imma Baby Gangsta If U Ain't
[Verse One: Tray Deee] I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at Dippin Lacs, flippin sacks, makin paper stack Ain't no rules it's just who
weed in that there We ain't gon' call this shit a night till I feel alright Me and my nigga was searchin belles till I get some tight [Gangsta Boo]
let her fry the Ragu which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo" her name on ya back in her tattoo whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street
You Fuckin Faggot Write 8 Balls About Me Nigga I Do This Shit All Day 50! Curtis Jackson Boo Boo Marcus-snitch Black Wall Street C. E. O. Mother
m a show'em the oo whop Throw a couple hollows knocke'm out his tube socks The last nigga ran his lips got his tooth chipped I'm in these streets I ain
'er up it's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat these bitches on the street
trippin' 'cause we stackin' our chips Graduated from brown herb to the finest shit (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound [Gangsta D] Gangsta
fucked up [Word up!] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them] I'll
dust; plus! (yeah!) You niggas can't eat no more; Or - walk around in the street no more! (yeah!) I run this city! - That's why my feet so sore! (uhhhh
streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle The moon is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is antite The city streets is hectic
you ain't claiming evergreen (fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming l-o-g (fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming dixi holland (fuck y'all hoes) [gangsta boo