Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lawd Have Mercy , by - Lil Boosie. Release date: 14.09.2009
Song language: English
Lawd Have Mercy |
| Fresh off the project step is boosie |
| We went from shooting oozies to shooting movies |
| Mr cogee man you can’t take that from me (ah ah) |
| ? |
| he showed me how to save money |
| Walking to school with a tool and a bag of weed (fire) |
| Never knew that the feds would be after me (oh) |
| Casualty after casualty it’s real |
| I hustle on the hill when walter got killed (woah) |
| Senn alot of shit man I did alot that’s probably why it took so long for me to |
| hit the top |
| Ask nuck I don’t back down from shit |
| I was small as a bitch I ain’t back down from wick |
| I slung eye with everytime grinding till I shine (let's get it) |
| Dickies and tee’z till I made my first fifty g’z So tell me why a pussy nigga |
| hate on me we from the same hood south baton rouge |
| Can’t knock my hustle |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t stop my shine |
| Yah man |
| Shoul ain’t my fren |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t even look in ma eye (but u know one thang) |
| Yah man |
| Pick them out line them up like jeezy say |
| Niggaz can’t out hustle me on a freezy day |
| I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say |
| Any nigga steal from me steal off jesus plate |
| Hard times in the ghetto we was lost |
| No school no job me and busta rott |
| Became a boss took losses could’ntcry nigga |
| Sucked it up told my main man double it up |
| When my label wouldn’t drop my shit |
| Ain’t get mad I went got them bricks |
| I had a jacob like 50 cent |
| In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga |
| I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years |
| Still ain’t satisfied that’s how scopio’s is |
| Hot like hot fries southside baptised bitch am a hustler you can see it in my |
| eyes eyes |
| Can’t knock my hustle |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t stop my shine |
| Yah man |
| Shoul ain’t my fren |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t even look in ma eye (but u know one thang) |
| Yah man |
| Guess what? |
| next up is the haters |
| They test up but get ate like sweet potatoes |
| Heads busty niggas go running to the people |
| The swagga boy yet they thugging like it’s legal |
| Wake up call every morning call my manager up T. Q |
| I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother |
| Save change 8 gallons already saved trust fund man my kids alreadyy paid |
| Still camera shoot the 50 with my? |
| Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big |
| So my hustle a moda fucka man you feel me man |
| Hustle cross the track call me penny wayne |
| Money stash to the side I got a load of it |
| Facing to gun charges I need more of it |
| Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die |
| King pen of the southside certified |
| Can’t knock my hustle |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t stop my shine |
| Yah man |
| Shoul ain’t my fren |
| Lawd have mercy |
| Can’t even look in ma eye (but u know one thang) |
| Yah man |