[Intro]
Lil Boosie Badazz
Big Head and Webbie
Trill Entertainment
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards


[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
You know why you ain't got what I got
Why you ain’t flashing no knots
‘Cause you ain't paper chasing out here
Like Lil Boosie and Pop
There's gonna be a lot of n***as dead
Before the foolishness stop
I’ma introduce you pussy n***as
To these Rugers and Glocks
I turned a rock into a block
Now these n***as want to hate
I'm charging n***as nine pieces
Just to cook up their weight
You got that iron, I got that iron
They ain't stop making no guns
We got M1's, tommy guns
And them hundred round drums
And I giving a n***a nothing
I don't owe a n***a shit
Every I scored, I paid for
From X pills to brick
But you wanna set trip and shit, huh
Act like you sick, huh
Saw the hoe and slaughtered the hoe
Now ask that lil bitch
Bout Boosie, doubt Boosie
And you could get your house shooted
Terrorized n***a like
Some junkies in a south movie
Halloween I name it
I'll bust your damn brain
Closed case, yeah, duct tape you n***a
That's on everything
They hated when that fetti came
Now I'm on that money train
This [?]
A n***a with the choppas man

[Chorus]
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man
It’s jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man


[Verse 2: Big Head]
Look, look
I’m thuggin' in real life
N***a ask the slums
I was raised by the addicts
And scrutinized by bums
I got down in the mud
And spilled blood for crumbs
I know how to survive
And accept it how it comes
I got it the hard way
Don’t know shit about fun
I [?] my cut in the field
And got scorched by the sun
When the cops hit the block
I was taught to run
When the beef hit the streets
I'ma spark the gun
I live the wrong way
I came a long way
You jealous of the
Wrong n***a on the wrong day
Me, Boosie and Webbie'll hit
Your set the strong way
Bitch, watch what you say
Go have some children if you wanna play
Big Head don't give a fuck about
None of that man
Just thank one of yall’s n***as
If it come ta that man
Stay in your league
We big dogs, n***a, nationwide
Big Head's the dome doctor, baby
Uptown, southside

[Chorus]
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man
It's jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man


[Verse 3: Webbie]
I'm the littest [?], the Trillest
On a mission for millions
I got bundles of bitches
I ain't worried bout you n***as
I'ma a soldier for reala
I ain't worried bout your pistols
You wanna stop Webbie riches
Then n***a, handle your business
Man these lil n***as tripping
Mad at my position
I'm 500 hundred degrees
An bitch BET how I'm living
Stunted out on you bitches
Flat screens all on the ceiling
XO all in my bottle
And dozier all in my feeling
You can cross me, lil partner
I'll knock you straight out your misery
Say man, fuck my fame
I'll knock your brains out your fitted
While you hating, I'm getting it
Super brains from my mistress
N***a stuck in the gutter
I'm finna blow past fifty
These n***as jealous of me
I know one thing, you ain't ready
Best call your fellas for me
You know one thing bout Webbie
Webbie be ready for it
Old pussy ass n***as
I know bitch ass n***as jealous, n***a

[Chorus]
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man
It's jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Jealousy yeah
Got these n***as scared
Wanting to bust a n***a head
For no reason, man


[Verse 4: Foxx]
Since I was small I was hard headed
But I regret it
And never bit my tongue
Bitch, if I said it, then I said it
And keep that thing loaded
Off of safety so I'm ready
All you jealous ass n***as
I'll make sure you get the message
My G-Nike's be crisp white
Them boys be pissed like
“Fuck that n***a, Foxx
When I see him, oh we gonna fist fight”
No, you got me bent
But that choppa make em get right
I'm a small n***a
I ain't got time for all them quick rights
Pop one to the stomach
And I guarantee he gonna shit white
My condolences to his family
But that was his night
N***as want my money, my life
And all my bad hoes
N***as ain't the only ones jealous
They got some mad hoes
I just sign my John Hancock
And all my cash grow
N***as wanna sit at my funeral
But on the last row
If I let a broke n***a kill me
I'll be a asshole
So I keep at iron real close
Real close, n***a


[Outro]
Jealousy
Shit, they say money's the root of all evil
Jealousy's the root of all evil
You ain't even gotta have nothing
And they could hate on you
Fucked up
Then they wanna kill you
They can't get out there and paper chase
And they will hate you
We knocking n***as asses off since 2005
You can believe that