I thank these n***as scared of me mane (Its cool though)

N***a bump my shit, n***a see me don't even holla at me
I bump yo shit n***a I'mma holla at you (But fuck it I'mma real n***a)

Before I lay me down to sleep I know that they don't want no beef
I thank these n***a scared (2x)

[Verse 1 - Boosie]
I wanna thank god for blessing me to hit you with this recipe
Yeah, you got more bread then me bitch
But I know you scared of me, bitch
Don't wanna holla, bitch
I'm bout a dollar
I done came so sick now I'm a problem
Can't get no features on my album n***a scared of lil Boosie
So when you ask me what it do, I'mma tell 'em fuck you
And when you mention me its negative its never positive
They can down talk about me but I got a lot of skills
I got a lil though, to make these n***as suffer
Y'all rapping and rhyming I tell life stories motherfucker
You thank that you can hold me back
Bitch I been retarded
And I got respect regardless if I don't hit carpet
Look, I'm finna make 'em caught hell, you saw the XXL
Me and my lil n***a finna school a baby G and a real n***a
This game a n***a got a put yo hoes on my track
Have them selling top and bottom
That mouth and that cat
[Hook - Boosie]
All you n***as wanna be killas
Better know what you doing(2x)
Open ya eyes while you shooting
Ole' scary ass n***a

All you rappers wanna be actors
Better stay in the movies
And don't fuck around with Boosie
I thank they scared mane I thank these n***a scared

[Verse 2 - Boosie]
I took a walk by the big dogs, n***a turning they head
They listen to my music, but can't holla
Dem n***a scared
But its cool with me
Bitch you know where Boosie
In yo city on yo stage do what you gone do to me
After my shows I'm wit my fans giving kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by other punks who wanna be thugs
You n***as lying on yo records
Bitch you got me heated
Hannibal Lecter one of you bitches
Cut ya tongue out make you eat it
They burning my CD's, burning my CD's
Well that burning my CD's made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matter what
Every street, every alley, every corner with that fire marijuana
They got Boosie in the deck and Boosie got respect
When them other rappers hear me
I put goose bumps up on they neck
To his throne I'm a treat
Mane I'm young but I'm a vet
Mane I'm right behind you in line (N***a)
And I'm next
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Boosie]
You n***as going platinum selling more then my click
But ain't nobody at yo shows
I know you feel like a bitch
Because yo street credit is nothing
Compared to me who thuggin'
And by the way on or under you'll one hit wonder
And I drop hit after hit
You ain't gotta fast forward shit
Just put me in and let me roll
I bet you say I'm ice cold
I'm shinning like a light pole
Got n***as looking' stupid
I got more ice then some of them clowns who play on movies
And Its bright night, I thank they scared of me
He saw his bitch checking me out now he handcuffing
If you ain't never lived that life then don't rap bitch
If you ain't never ran the streets
You need and map bitch and cold cut sandwich
I'mma tell ya I don't feel that n***a
He only show up once a year ole' mac rib ass n***a
So I be like foe I lay me down to sleep
I know that they don't want no beef, ahhhh
I thank these n***a scared

[Hook out]