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letra de top to the bottom - boosie badazz

it was all a dream i used to write raps in my notebook
a baby g tryin’ to walk like eazy-e
2pac was the sh-t to me
in my front room tryin to sing jodeci
my cousin trell thought he was ice-t
minutes came out i thought i was k and b
and the realist n-gga came to me
lost daddy and it really made a man of me
dropped school when i dropped out cause my momma need help
f-ck that so i’m out teenager with a baby
then i had 2
stayin with my grams at 1132
walked in the streets were most n-ggas don’t make it
in and outta jail man n-ggas can’t shake it
so many people did me wrong
that’s why i had to write this song

( chorus )
they said i’d never make it to the top
cause i come from the bottom
i’m from the hood were they make it baby
they said i never make it to the top
cause i come from the bottom
i’m on fire and i’m paper chasin’

one shot for the hot boys
them n-ggas make me wanna get a nine boy
never thought i have cars like i got cars
never thought i have broads like i got broads
same girls wouldn’t holler at a broke n-gga
on my d-ck like flies on sh-t so i treat her like a ho n-gga
lost some n-ggas in the struggle
the night i lost i, i lost my brother
gotta get paid what i told my mother
show off your rolex because your son is a young hustler
everybody mad while we laying across the street
say we got rich off sellin’ that d
say the hood good if it good when ya get big money
now the hood wanna do ya in
they say i be in the pen but that’s a lie
f-ck my name up time after time boosie badazz

( chorus )

i’m from the hood were they don’t make it
everything they shoot ain’t got no safe
everything hood ain’t got no patience
so, they do time for a stupid -ss crime
turf taught me grind n-gga shine late
years past by and i got that paper
said i wouldn’t make it they laughed at a n-gga
now i’m on t.v. a ol’ bad-ss n-gga
came from the trap across the tracks where its thugs
now i got a house 3 stories like a club
people still talkin’ bout me but its all gravy
so many people love me somebody gotta hate me
i went from runnin’ from the jump out boys to being followed round town by the binocular boys
remember when i used to sit in front the game room
calvin ricks was the sh-t on my avenue

( chorus )

- boosie badazz

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