Oh boy mixtape
Nussie badazz bout to drop january 1st you know
The difference between me and alot of cats man is
They be rappin trying to convince yall they street
Imma street n***a trying to convince yall i can rap
?to be honest? i shot him
We'll see about that
But just in case he lives
Imma shoot him in his back
Imma shoot his girl too
Because i like to be different
Got my gameface on
No time for slippin
Everytime that i look a n***a yellin they thug
Oh im a gangsta ??? for nussie to show em some love
I ain't showin ya sh** except a big brown dick
If i give ya anything itll be some counterfeit
Some say mixtape i call it jackin for beats
Imma dawg in these streets and i be scratchin to eat
A wing F wing the f**in Q building i been did all that im through with the parish prison
Ill make your body lean like its f**in purple syrup
I am the dirty south n***a f** what ya heard
Goddamit deelo was it really worth it
A bullet in ya head i know that sh** hurted
Imma different type of rapper
Ill rap your a** with a stick
I was sellin powder packs back in 1986
n***as hatin on me
Trying not to feel me
Knowing damn well that boy nussie gets busy
The only way to stop me ya gots ta k** me
Imma bogart my way till im rich and filthy
Real street n***a
Money go getta
Make the wrong move ill kick you in your sh**ter
I blues fake n***as see im supposed to do that
Drink me some yak and sell them b**hes candle wax
Now imma local rapper but i dont sound like it
I just start rhyming and n***as already biting
Cuz everyime i spit
Man i be spittin yall the truth
Bottom of the map state shaped like a boot
But here in holly rouge we dont support our troops
Go fight in the war? man i'd rather eat poo poo
I tote big stacks like them b.m.f. cats
Was happenin big meech man i hope yall bounce back
And i cosign too
Dont f** with my crew
I dont discriminate
Ill shoot your mammy too
Bad shaped b**hes i call them bellpeppers
Hoes shaped like pickles jenny craig can't help em
Now was happening with all you n***as who be scared to sell me dope
I gave him money first and still be actin like a hoe
Welcome to holly rouge, the real dirty south
Fifty n***as layin inside the crackhouse
And fifty b**hes jiggin outside the crackhouse
Five years strong since we had our last drought
Out with the fake in with the real
Real n***as come together make the fake disappear (please)
Out with the fake in with the real
Real n***as you know the rest