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I been thinking like The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim Shit, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget about Turk I pistol-whipped a nigga for 40 minutes straight too Boosie I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosie Sipped purplе drink too Boosie How they forget B.G., forgеt about me, forget about you Boosie C Murda, They need to set the sniper free He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club (?) and (?), the niggas in the pen And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live Yeah, for Cassidy and (?), altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' nigga C'd up The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging (?) killing and stealing just to make it I pistol-whipped a nigga before the millions straight too Boosie SongtexteI sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosie Sipped purple drink too Boosie How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale Pompanoya and niggas on the corner And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3 The niggas underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million It's either that or penitentiary What about the niggas out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen The niggas rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, niggas gonna pull a murder Them niggas who ain't with the dissing I pistol-whipped a nigga before the millions straight too Boosie I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosie Sipped purple drink too Boosie How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap shit, them niggas that jack shit Them niggas on that Kodak Black shit, like fuck this rap shit, they wack shit All that, nam sayin Pac and all them, nam sayin like Ain't too many of us Trust Aus Songtexte Mania