Too Boosie lyrics

[Intro]
I been thinking like
The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim
sh*t, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies
Forget the n*ggas who died and n*ggas got murked, forget about Turk

[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n*gga for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n*ggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purplе drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forgеt about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 1]
C Murda, They need to set the sniper free
He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the n*ggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some
We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club
[?] and [?], the n*ggas in the pen
And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live
Yeah, for Cassidy and [?], altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' n*gga C'd up
The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging
Pastor Troy [?] killing and stealing just to make it
[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n*gga for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n*ggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 2]
They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell
We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale
Pompanoya and n*ggas on the corner
And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova
For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine
R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3
The n*ggas underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million
It's either that or penitentiary
What about the n*ggas out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen
The n*ggas rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, n*ggas gonna pull a murder
Them n*ggas who ain't with the dissing

[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n*gga for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n*ggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie
[Outro]
Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap sh*t, them n*ggas that jack sh*t
Them n*ggas on that Kodak Black sh*t, like f*ck this rap sh*t, they wack sh*t
All that, nam sayin
Pac and all them, nam sayin like
Ain't too many of us
Trust