Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Struggle, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 23.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Struggle |
| Boosie boo! |
| Boosie boo, nigga! |
| And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word, |
| life story for life story, mane I’m the truth? |
| We started off in the backyard, I’m that boy, |
| Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised, |
| I’m that hard. |
| Life starts from a bad |
| memory, Daddy loved drugs, Can’t take this from |
| him, He loved girls. |
| Went from neighborhood |
| jackas, To neighborhood stackas? |
| I-10 ridaz, to I-10 traffickas. |
| Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP, Walkin'to school wit a tool, who |
| gon’beef wit me. |
| Got addicted to sellin' |
| drugs, marijuana and coke, Momma, she washed |
| her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know, |
| I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I went got my own? |
| now they look at me grown. |
| Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming |
| street, Big sacks, big gats and some artillery. |
| All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior |
| and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like |
| they picturin'(?) me?. |
| U don’t know my struggle, |
| so you cant feel my hustle |
| Hard times, me and you getting’blisted? |
| Got a dimebag, but we couldn’t buy the Philly, |
| Walkin’to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special. |
| So we got drunk, snatched purses, |
| Mayne it’s whatever. |
| Old niggas tried to shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. |
| Got a big knot, now I’m thuggin'? |
| wit a big ugly |
| somethin', on my waistline, bouncin’thru the |
| southside… Back then, it was straight gin, |
| dickies, and cowhides. |
| You aint from our side, |
| we bustin’at ya, that’s the |
| rules. |
| Used to be deep, now we down to just a few. |
| Mayne, I’m talkin’bout them lonely |
| nights? |
| me and My Homie on the flight? |
| sneakin |
| thru hoes window, Robbin’niggas for indo. |
| Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry |
| thang and Kevin. |
| Goin’to clubs reppin', |
| Hollin'"Fuck goin’to Heaven", cause I’m out |
| chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done |
| lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up, |
| mayne?. |
| Sittin’nites, need my medicine and my needles, All the Bondsmen?. |
| Keepin’it gutta |
| wit my people. |
| The thug life, back to back |
| catchin misdemeanors. |
| The drug life, servin' |
| junkies in front the cleaners. |
| The hospitals, |
| nurses tryin’to lift up my spirit, |
| My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don’t wanna |
| Hear it (hard head). |
| You know they say I was |
| dead, two shots up in my head. |
| Some say I OD’d |
| off that X, what they gon’say next? |
| Grandma |
| died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. |
| Niggas |
| hate, but I don’t drive by, I walk to ya. |
| High |
| school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo. |
| dusted and |
| disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. |
| When I borrowed, I gave back? |
| When it was beer time, |
| I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. |
| The |
| baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I lost all my ghetto role models, This my struggle mayne!!! |