Boosie Badazz - Lawd Have Mercy lyrics

South Baton Rouge this the baddest
Place in the whole
Wide world stand up y'all lawd have mercy
Yah man remember the baddest place
In the world South
Baton Rouge lawd have mercy
Roosevelt Street Project Nigga
(boosie badazz)

Fresh off the project step is Boosie
We went from shooting Uzis to shooting movies
Mr cogee man you can't take that from me
(ah ah) one shot for Ivy
He showed me how to save money
Walking to school with a tool
And a bag of weed (fire)
Never knew that the feds would be after me
(oh) casualty after casualty it's real
I hustle on the hill where walter got killed
(woah) seen alot of shit man I
Did alot that's probably why
It took so long for me to hit the top
Ask nuck I don't back down from shit
I was small as a bitch I
Ain't back down from wick
I slung eye with everytime
Grinding till I shine (let's get it)
Dickies and tee'z till I made my first
Fifty g'z So tell me why a
Pussy nigga hate on me we from
The same hood South Baton Rouge

Can't knock my hustle lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine yah man
Shoul ain't my friend lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye
(but u know one thang) yah man

Pick them out line them up like jeezy say
Niggas can't out hustle me on a freezy day
I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say
Any nigga steal from me will
Steal off Jesus' plate
Hard times in the ghetto we was lost
No school no job me and Busta rob
Became a boss took losses couldn't cry nigga
Sucked it up told my main man double it up
When my label wouldn't drop my shit
Ain't get mad I went got them bricks
I had a Jacob like 50 cent
In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga
I get my grind on house 3
Stairs had it for 2 years
Still ain't satisfied that's how scopio's is
Hot like hot fries Southside baptized
Bitch am a hustler
You can see it in my eyes eyes

Can't knock my hustle lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine yah man
Shoul ain't my friend lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye
(but u know one thang) yah man

Guess what? next up is the haters
They test us but get ate like sweet potatoes
Heads bust niggas go running to the people
But swear to god that they
Thugging like it's legal
Wake up call every morning call
My manager up TQ i need cash or your ass get
Bust and that my big brother
Save change 8 gallons already saved trust
Funds man my kids alreadyy paid
Still gamble shoot the 50 with
My with my real niggas
Still scratching off the lotto
Tryna hit it big
So my hustle a mothafucka man you feel me man
Hustle cross the track call me Penny Wayne
Money stash to the side I got a load of it
Facing to gun charges I need more of it
Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die
Kingpin of the Southside certified

Can't knock my hustle lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine yah man
Shoul ain't my friend lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye
(but u know one thang) yah man