What About Me

This how they got me feeling right now, look

****, what about me?

What about Boosie?

They holler Juvy, they holler Jigga, they holler TIP

They holler Akon, and J-Kwon but what about me?

They Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie

He bust guns and spit it to his love ones, look

They holler Usher and that Lil' Jon shit

They holler NORE, I smoke I drank but I made that bitch

They holler Mannie, Baby, Wayne and Geezy

Don't nobody holler Boosie like nobody don't believe me

What about Eazy-E? Yeah, he fadin' for Sheezy

What about Aaliyah? What about Soulja? What about ODB?

What about DMC? Them Adidas on your feet

G-Nikes to get the height but me, I keep it G

What about C? C-Loc, when I new I was cold

I was that **** on the camp like I was 10 years old

They holler Flip, they holler Mike Jones

And holler Bone Crusher that Reese and Big Song

And I made Headbusser, **** (What about me?)

That's how I'm feelin' when I'm with my **** chillin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

That's how I'm feelin' lookin' at my mama's ceilin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

They holler Petey Pablo and the rest of that shit

They holler Puff but I'm on that death row shit

I'm on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die

That real faith shit that make you go a spray shit

They hollerin' Romeo and Lil Bow Wow but what about Lil Boosie?

I want to star up in a movie with hoes in a jacuzzi

I want to fuck with freeing AJ and freestyle with Tigger

Blow doe with Beanie Siegel, ride low in Q regal

I'm thuggin' and them major labels know that

So they figure if they sign me one year later I'll have a toe tag, look

They holler Banner, they holler Mase and they holler Trick

But I know somebody know somebody 'bout that Boosie shit

This ain't no beef song

It's what I see when BET on and MTV on, I'm peepin' your home

Hollerin' out lean back and lovers and friends

But the hardest song to hit the streets was

**** then, ****, what about me?

That's how I'm feelin' when I'm with my **** chillin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

That's how I'm feelin' lookin' at my mama's ceilin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

I'm trivial, my damn self

I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons

And Def got people rubbin' they hair

I still ain't forgave myself

I'm feelin' like Tip

I'm tired of **** in the cage

I'm feelin' like pimp

Y'all **** listenin' to these rappers, they lyin'

Don't think 'cause this **** swore, bro, that this **** soldier

These **** tellin lies to ya

So April fools, if you don't bump Boo then the joke's on you

Two Line Crew, they started all that nasty shit

And Buck down, he started all that nasty bitch

2-Tupac, told you 'bout the fucking guns

Jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and run

They holler Skip and Wacko

But them **** they thug though

And Youngbuck, I got love for but what about me?

They gone feel this bitch here

All across the world, ****, what about me?

That's how I'm feelin' when I'm with my **** chillin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

That's how I'm feelin' lookin' at my mama's ceilin'

Wishin' that we had a million, what about me?

Say my name, I be feelin' like, you know what I'm sayin'

Somebody, somewhere, gotta be hearin' me

I should have been blowed up

I know I'm rawer than a lot of these **** out here, man

Thank a **** hatin' somewhere

I don't know what it is, I'm a keep it gutta though

I'm wildin' out, ****, what about me?