We Out Chea

[Hook: Lil Boosie] Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 Fifty, five-one-slash Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 Fifty, five-one-slash Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way All the way, 100 Fifty, five-one-slash Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea? Five-one, five-oh All the way the dummy way Fuck with me, die slow Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch Daddy gone, never comin' home That's all I know So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll Dickies is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself Fuck the consequences Have all you niggas jumpin' fences So, you see, I've been dumb Reppin' where I'm from When I drop it niggas come Boss man, job done After dark it's Jurassic Park Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves We all G's Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit Outta here, dead meat Fuck you and your whole street I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be Hook: Lil [Boosie] [Verse 2: Donkey] Look, it's gutter with me Yeah Ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me It's straight bustin' with me Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on Ran with straight cut-throaters Niggas with no hope-a The street life is all I know, it's all I live So yo' best bet? Respect the kid Fifty-one fifty, I mean that If you happy, nigga I seen that Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at [Verse 3: Lil' Quick] Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quick This nigga here a savage He totin' two Glocks under just in case it get drastic Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street 100, we do no stuntin' What we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef No time for playin' games Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained [Hook: Lil Boosie] [Verse 4: Money Bags] Bitch, I'm out chea All the way the dummy way They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city Pistol grippin in dickies Nigga play, nigga get it I don't talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a nigga [Verse 5: Lil Boosie] Bitch, we out chea, in the streets Everywhere like burnt CDs Barbershop Barbeque GLRRRRRRRRRRRR(roll your tongue) Who gon' ride for you? Choppin' fools 1-by-1 2-by-2 3-by-3 R.I.P Rest in PISS We bout dat gangsta shit Play now, cry later, mane Feed you to the gators mane Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain Since 10, I've been a beast Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly [Hook: Lil Boosie]