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(A$tod, you cooked this?) Bleu Vandross Boosie Badazz I told y'all about this nigga Yung Bleu two years ago, y'all ain't believe me Now you see, nigga, platinum records, gold records More money, more guns, 'nother level Can't knock the hustle Finna take this shit up a new level, nigga (Cold-blooded) Got that lil' money, but that don't make you real A million dollars, I couldn't take the deal Just had a lil' one, I can't wait to see 'em He just got out, but he can't wait to kill Spin that shit Whatever move, you better kill that shit My nigga died, I can't forgive that shit He just got out, but he can't wait to spin Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again My lil' niggas stalk you Murder that shit before you leave, go do a walk-through I just pulled up in that 'Vette, I'm full of Hennessy and liquor Had to treat her like a ho, she gave that pussy to my nigga These niggas know I'm gettin' selfish, yeah Just made a million, bitch, it ain't enough SongtexteJust got him whacked, but no, that ain't enough He just got out and he wan' stank him somethin' He just got out and he wan' blank him somethin' Like I don't just where they stay or somethin' Boot up, he on level one Don't let him get to level two, just don't know what he might do Boot up, he on level two Don't let him get to level three, he kill everything he see And I ain't never got my chain took 'Cause every time I'm in the club, I got that same look Boot up on that molly if you want and get your brains took I heard you got them choppers in your section, boy, but I ain't shook These niggas know I hang with nothin' but steppers, boy, so man, look We can do whatever you niggas wanna get into Just don't be surprised when we spit at you Mortal Kombat, nigga, we gon' finish you I'm five and oh, I ain't takin' no losses I politic with bosses Hope you got some money, 'cause it take money to go to war Even though they murked your nigga, you can't tell what you saw Out here retarded, ready to lay the law like I just passed the bar Twenty shots, I'm ready to dunk you like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Yeah, just made a million, bitch, it ain't enough Just got him whacked, but no, that ain't enough He just got out and he wan' stank him somethin' He just got out and he wan' blank him somethin' Like I don't just where they stay or somethin' Boot up, he on level one Don't let him get to level two, just don't know what he might do Boot up, he on level two Don't let him get to level three, he kill everything he see They hated on me on level one That lil' bitch was out of line, fully lyin' So I stepped on him, me and my son Before I leave the house, granny always say, "Be careful, hun" Broke, talkin' to the devil, huh, this that level, huh Music made me Boosie Boo, fuck it, here go level two Paper comin', haters comin', old niggas wan' step on you, man Shout out my man, shit, he sleep with a tool He kill anything he see, he level three for Lil Boosie And now it's up now You hopin' we fall, you out of luck now Level three shit, Yung Bleu gon' have me mob tied If murder what we talkin' 'bout, you ain't gonna lay it, boy Bust your ass, boy, swear to God I went to class for it Leveled up and made it, buy it, we don't trip That's my level two nigga, he'll kill you for a zip An H finna go, but we gon' get this shit straight You can die from mistakes, and that's from one of the greats Boosie Badazz (Know what this is) Level three shit Keep your eyes on the prize, young nigga, get the money And watch the bitches who be sleepin' Aus Songtexte Mania