I thank these n****s scared me (it's cool though)
N**** bump my s*** see don't even holla
I bump yo s*** n**** I'ma holla at you
(Butt f*** that s*** I'ma real n**** to me)

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

I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n****s scared of Lil Boosie
So when they ask me "what it do?"
I'ma tell em "F*** you"
When they mention me it's negative
It's neva positive
N**** down talk me but I got a lot of skills
I got a lil dough that make these n****s suckas
Y'all rappin' 'n rhymin' I tell life stories muthaf***a
You thank that you can hold me back b**** I been restarted
And I got respect regardless if I don't hit the red carpet (how you love that?)
And finna make em catch hell
You saw the double X-L
Me and lil n**** finna scoop a baby G and real n****
This game a n**** got a put yo hoes on my track have hoes sellin' top and bottom
That mouf and that cat b****

All you n****s wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin'
Ole scary a** n****!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an don't f*** around wit Boosie
I thank they scared (man I thank these n****s scared)

I took a walk by the big dogs n****s turnin' they head
They listen to my music but can't holla? Them n****s scared
But it's cool wit me b**** you know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon' do to me
After the show I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by muthapunks who wanna be thugs
You n****s lyin' on y'all records b**** you got me heated
Hannibal lecture one of you b****es
Cut yo tongue and make you eat it
They burnin' my CDs, burnin' my CD, well they burning my CDs made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matta what (no matta wat)
Every street, every ally, every corner wit the fie marijuana
They got Boosie in the deck
And Boosie got respect
When the otha rappers hit I put goosebumps up on they necks
To his throne I'ma threat
Man I'm young but I'ma vet
Man I'm right behind you in line n****
And I next

All you n****s wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin'
Ole scary a** n****!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an don't f*** around wit Boosie
I thank they scared (man I thank these n****s scared)

You n****s goin' platinum sellin' more than my clique
But ain't nobody at yo shows I know ya feel like a b****
'Cause yo street cred is nuthin' (nuthin') compared to me who thuggin' (thuggin')
And on the way under you a one hit wonder
And I drop hit after hit
You ain't got to fast forward s***
Just put me in and Let me role
I bet you say he ice cold
I'm shinin' like a light pole (bling)
Got n****s lookin' stupid (stupid)
I got more ice than sum of these clowns that play on movies
And it's bright night I thank they scared of me
He saw his b**** checkin' me out
Now he handcuffin'
If you ain't neva live that life then don rap b**** (don't rap b****)
If you ain't neva live that street you need a map b**** and a cold cut sandwich
I'ma tell ya I dont feel that n****
He only show up once a year ol' Mc rib a** n****
So I be like
"Before I lay me down to sleep I know that they don't what no beef"
Arr rough man, I think these n****s' scared!

All you n****s wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin'
Ole scary a** n****!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an don't f*** around wit Boosie
I thank they scared (man I thank these n****s scared)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JEREMY ALLEN, TORENCE HATCH