(Oh)
Say Mel and T Mayne (shit)
I'ma make a nigga feel on this mother fucker right here (oh)

The top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood (South Baton Rouge)
The candy lady out of business 'cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, ooh, I'ma lay you down
Gotta watch my back across these tracks
God know I know these clowns

God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet

Now God know my situation
He know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient
When it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks
From the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that pisto
Ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees
And tell God truth
We can't stop the way we livin'
Just help us make it through
When I die take me through
Up to Heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga Griles too
And God know I'm thug life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder, murder
Kill kill on the corner
Where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live
In the southside, I'm thuggin'
With my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit get hog tied
God know I know these niggas
Don't make me show these niggas
Pray for these niggas
Keep me away from these niggas, and I

And God know, I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet

God knows all the killers
He done walked with all them niggas
He done talked with all them niggas
Before they went sparked them triggers
He ain't tear you up in church
But God pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas
These haters, these rapists
These niggas in the swamp swear to God they alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers, we ain't stuntin'
We do what we gotta do
Shit, to get that money
And God know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it you in trouble
Look and only God know, it's hard yo
I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
That's why I'm ridin' with that nine I'm tryin' make it out
It's hard to live in a community
Where ain't no fuckin' unity
They always say, "I'm dead" they try to ruin me
So Boosie be on other shit
Like jewelris and poppin' chris
And mac on you a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since twelve, I saw a lot of shit God know I know
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it
I hit the block actin' a donkey
Killin' my own people
Servin' my own uncles, ah

And God know, I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease
God know I know
Somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet

Our Father who art in dead
Hollow be the name
Thou kingdom come
That will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my nigga
I'm missin' you Pimp
God know I need to send my dawgs some pictures (you get some pictures with me)
And some change to keep my dawg with some kicks on his feet (look)
And God know he raised me
When donkey went jonsin'
Bronson had me wide open
And that's a fact (that's a fact)
But I know they gon' hate though
'Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin' fences
'Cause the narcs tryin' lynch us
And they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked
Yeah, the preacher crooked
Saw my old teacher at the strip club
Damn, the teacher's crooked, ah

And God know, I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me (ain't nobody fuckin' with me out there man)
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease (I ain't worry about you niggas)
God know I know
Somebody gon' hate on me (why they hatin' on me?)
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet

No, don't nobody know (he knows)
God know
Nigga you a hood rat (you in your hood tellin' everythin')
(God know, God know about you nigga)
A nigga try to bring you down (nigga try too bring you down)
Right on side you (right on side you)
God know
A nigga tryin' to steal yo girl you had for years (yeah)
God know (God know)
It supposed to be your dawg
Ah, and God know I know
Ah, and God know I know
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
Yeah

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Writer(s): Torence Hatch