Artist: Concentration Camp III f/ Lil Boosie Album: Thug Brothas Song: Lil Boosie Typed by: IcebergRep757@cs.com (Lil Boosie) Walk across that dirty track At two o'clock a.m. flat Strapped, snatched a dirty gat Anything move, then murder that Tired of go'n through pressure man Cause of that lesson man That shit hit a special vain, make you wanna test tha caine I mean if it ain't that dozer or that weed man It's somethin this solja boy don't need Cause that caine gone shake yo breed, think I'm lyin keep try'n me Ain't shit fo free you should know that Got these bitches takin pictures that's why they call me Kodak South side where that dro at, you know that's in my blood peeps Can't keep a vision cause I'm itchin from tha flees and tha flood Hollern "Slow Yo Roll" Fuck tha half I want tha whole Want some change fast and swole, so i won't ask no more Cock it back and blast at hoes, feelin like a mad man Try'n slang some yay up in this spot that's a bad plan (There go them people) Thinkin bout what dad sayin "Keep it real and keep tha steal, take yo time and teach tha lil, fuck how yo people feel" Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's Two licks in two days, for two fitted and new J's I'm thugged out [Hook] Don't forget it, it's wicked Roll wit Loc so I'm sick wit it Follow me I got tha ticket And some funk to go wit it (Lil Boosie) Real niggas be bout that torchin I'll burn ya if you play wit me Niggas be try'n to hate on me That's why I keep my K wit me Whoever, whenever it makes no differences who you be Boy you bleed just like me, but I raised a Lil BG Bottom boy, automatic anything that cause that static If you beef wit us run out like a solja, you gone sleep wit us A donkey boy, leave you funky boy Smoked up everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy Niggas hollern bout that bout it, niggas likely to snitch Niggas wanna see me dead cause my hoe tight as a bitch Don't run behind me, when ya find me You gone regret you missed me Cause my nerves then got pissed And all you gone hear is this (BLUCKA!) Cross tha track, I'm throwed off wit solja Reebok tennis Thug shit I been in it, label Boosie a mensis God please forgive my sins, but niggas try'n take my ends So I'm pollutin and bootin, fuck tha talkin I'm shootin Where yo nigga, yo round, you fuckin wodie, yo convent I'm staight down to bomb quick, it's south side red rum shit Boy then played everything man from (?) to dope fiends Hit tha track in my Balances, stashin coke in tha alley [Hook]