Gangsta Boo - Same Block lyrics

(Verse 1) If you buck then say so, push a n***a off With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a n***a off! Smoke you like you dro', f** a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' f**ing do' Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick What's the business b**h? I'm the lady of this Memphis sh** Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some f**in game You b**hes be lame, dope game, my game hoe! Yes you, yes you bought, f** what you haters be thinking or saying Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my f**ing mouth What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man I'm a stay the same, f** whoever talking 'bout I done changed (Chorus: 4X) I be at the same block, same hood Same house, same sto', same folks Looking good b**h, I ain't changed hoe! (Verse 2) Can I ask you something, what you b**hes tryna prove? Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed I don't want that babby-jazzy sh**, I don't speak seeds n***a, n***a please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo f**in with my n***as, paper chasing tryna get this loot I ain't tryna take no sh**, or be labled as a duck Never will I go out like that, you got me f**ed up! You b**hes be talking that sh**, do you think that you can handle me? Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee I don't think so, go and call yo' mother f**ing crew I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper b**h, smack you, stomp you down b**h, it be that simple You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp) (Chorus) (Verse 3) n***a come and take a ride, what you b**hes know about? f** you b**hes, stick a mother f**ing gun in yo' mouth Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky b**h!" Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable b**h! Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe Then after the show, you be the one on the flo' Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real? b**h get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real n***as wanna f** when they see me on the B.E.T. Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man You silly a** b**hes, you wish you could see the sh** that I be seeing man Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', b**h I thought you knew Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-f**ing streets (Bee-yotch!) (Repeat Chorus to end)