Boosie BadAzz - Better Believe It Remix lyrics

[Intro: Lil Boosie] Boosie Badazz g-mix remix Yeah, if you don't know Now you know [Hook] You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it (my money don't fold I'm gettin' this dough) You better believe it You better believe it You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code) You better believe it (I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real n***a should) You better believe it (I'mma still be me be the same OG who puts it down for the hood) You better believe it (I'mma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go) You better believe it (That's if you didn't know) you better believe it [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] Yeah, you saw the video you better believe That my real fans they been believein' Knew the plan the whole time this young n***a finna go get Young Jezzy Show money got me frezzy-frezzy Young south from like king James of Clevland Man amongst boys going hard Best believe I'll f** your broad I'll land your yard with a Mac-10 Got black fans, got white fans, got j** fans, got spanish fans, bunmaklieds, & mexicans Back to my neck again check me out Gotta mention my name when you say the south Spit it from the heart so they fellin' me Some people say I got 2Pac in me Police they be tellin' lies So look like we goin' trial Fight for my life I swear to God My music took people who had the heart Man savage boy, made a cla**ic boy, gangsta music we did the thang so I name my album SuperBad, cause I keep keep keep gettin' richer mane Flat screens all up in my kitchen mane Grind so hard I shine so bright Everybody up in Boosie bussiness, hey k** the light From California to New York City n***as on the corner they f**ing wit me Just got a label did, finna be duce L Beezzy B n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Bun B in this thang is the best back Crew Trill ENT I'ma rep that Gotta problem homeboy better step back Cause the thing taking off like a jetpack Coming down in the benz on jet black on 24's Just the roof let back Say I might get jacked right [?] that Got something on me that'll make em' get back You can bet that like a good hand reppin' for my city I'm a good man Always organized with a good plan Always gotta know where my hoods stand Where the pimp at P.A.T. somking on the baseball B.A.T Everybody packed in a G.A.T. ready to let them boys down like B.A.T. better believe it [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I'm Yo Gotti Been a long time coming better ask about me All the hate, all the doubtment, all the n***as tried to hold me down Stayed on the grind, I took the crown Man seemed like a dream so caked up if this what it is I don't wanna wake up From Baton Rouge to north Memphis to A.T.L. they felling us From the east coast to the west coast anywhere that's hood life Street n***as gonna lay for this & they probably gonna have these same stripes Fast cars, 5 stars homeboys behind bars How you gonna try to take a full blooded street n***a turn em' into a superstar [?] they run this [?] I run this You can catch me in that white thang, with that top dropped [?] [Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth] I'm Trae Tha Truth you ain't gotta have sh** King of the place where they never had sh** Got up & got it my own, ain't nobody pay attention Probably ain't never got to hit the bank to cash in Half of a stack to hundred now I made 'er Run up & I bet you this choppa gonna be a hater Seen 'em what they wanted, wanted to get back & I made 'er Littlest one in here but I twist his paper Hood n***a but the ghetto b**hes say I'ma star Made it out the ghetto but I'm never gonna force ya Having nothing made now probably but the problems b**hes on my dick & probably make a brother stronger Whether not these haters I'ma stare up in they jaw All money b**h, I give a f** about the law When you see me for [?] sounded like they never wanna stay up in the car [Verse 5: Foxx] Now picture this I'm good & rich only 26 you p**y b**h Wishing I was broke keep wishin' b**h, everytime I roll by you lookin' b**h n***a hate on me but that's motivation, rap money got a n***a souldier hattin' Dope man went & got a 9 & 5, n***as outchea working with the police station Where am at now I ain't think I see it, still waking up like I can't believe it 3500 for a bulldog, got full of that weed & I forgot to feed it Looking at my watch like I don't need it, looking at my house like thank you Jesus Could've been choosen & not breathin', but I'm here, yeah [Hook]