Lil' Boosie & Webbie Follow

Big Head
Yo, to my niggas all ova the globe ya heard me, ima politition networkin type nigga ya dig? lets get this paper.

(1st Verse)
look, I been on the block since my school expulsion,
got props from the rocks and my tool explosion,
never ran from a fight, dats the code of honor,
the fifth amendment is my right,
i never told ya honor,
in the summer time its hot so i shirtless hustle,
niggas hatin so they pop slow to murk this muscle,
i dun been in situations and lived to tell,
instead i made preparations to give dem hell,
i run this project so u cant work my buildin,
my ghetto is my family so dont hurt my children,
if i get any problems out of u and yo crew,
ima put 2 in u and put a few in yo crew,
den go make funeral arrangements for u and yo boo,
and tell yo peeps u had it comin for doin yo do,
im just a nigga tryna eat to be perfectly illustrated,
yo hand on mi face u get surgically exillerated.

(Chorus)
ima politicin, networkin, vetworkin, techworkin,
comin thru yo set lurkin,
get gully im set murkin,
chest hurtin, smokin joes,
hustle hard to open doors,
help me god stay on my toes,
and watch for every totin goal.
(X2)

(Verse 2)
i got my eyes on the prize so im scared to blink,
if u and i thought alike, u be scared to think,
i dun snuck my gun in the club and im prepared to bink,
im like shyne get outta line i make yo head extinct,
im not scared of the cops so they best to dodge me,
my last traffic stop dey did dey best to charge me,
but in the middle of the night its time to hold court,
put down my gun turn off the lights tear down the whole fort,
thug life a gold sport so watch yo issue,
the people dat say dey is, dey aint gonna miss u,
im from louisiana cap,
big rabbit and baton rouge for salary,
automatically tragically snatchin goods,
my calvary camoflauged down wit matchin hoods,
for clarity rob charity barely in the woods,
i know the streets love me cuz dey told me so,
i ask god to forgive me and he told me no.

(Chorus)
ima politicin, networkin, vetworkin, techworkin,
comin thru yo set lurkin,
get gully im set murkin,
chest hurtin, smokin joes,
hustle hard to open doors,
help me god stay on my toes,
and watch for every totin goal.
(X2)

(Verse 3)
i make friends to make money,
no money no friends,
i dont care if i look bummy, im pushin a benz,
i drop the top it was sunny,
and caught me some skins,
let the surgeon break a virgin,
now she splurgin dem ends,
i refuse to be denied like osama benladin,
confuse yo daddy ass wit pride cuz yo momma been rattin,
the lil nigga on the corner dun signed a contract,
he workin wit the feds he dyin on contact,
i got dem niggas upset like a faternity test,
i must be finacially best befo i eternally rest,
im thuggin hard so ima warn u befo i get on tv,
i dont try to be rappers, rappers try to be me,
it aint bout disrespectin sup the cash dem im gone,
i got my foot on niggas neck and up dey ass like a thong,
its a message to the sistas dats out take big head,
ima problem u cant shake like the matrix feds.

(Chorus)
ima politicin, networkin, vetworkin, techworkin,
comin thru yo set lurkin,
get gully im set murkin,
chest hurtin, smokin joes,
hustle hard to open doors,
help me god stay on my toes,
and watch for every totin goal.
(X2)