Boosie

[Intro]

Ayy Boosie, I know you probably asleep my nigga

I been thinking about you dawg

I thought I'd holla at you my nigga

[Verse 1]

It's one in the morning Friday night all of my niggas in the club Instead of ballin with some bitches I'd rather show love

I'd rather send kites to the niggas that the world done snubbed

That's why I make music for the niggas that the rich won't hug

Anything can come out a nigga mouth, but the real in his blood

I make mistakes everyday so how can I judge?

When a nigga can't be you my nigga, that's when they hate you the worst

Real pain, and fake tears, I seen it at church

When you want the world to love you then that's when it hurt

Wishing bad on a real nigga, I never seen it work

In the dictionary love last but hate come first

Before I wrote this shit my nigga I prayed for you first

[Chorus]

Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter

Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas?

I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya

Wonder if the crackas you made millions even chopped it up with ya

Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures

Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya?

Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga

When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya

[Verse 2]

It ain't a judge or prosecutor more powerful than god

Whatever you do my nigga don't let em take what's in your heart

Doing day for day and depending on niggas can be hard

Believe in you and keep your faith cause that's what's smart

Your mommy and your kids are the ones that love you from the start

They've seen the system break cliques and tear em apart

Staying prayed up my nigga is more important than a charge That's what real niggas do they pass it to god

The streets a muthafucka my nigga cause they switch and they change

It's hard for niggas to stay out here when there's pussies in the game

A nigga running with ya done flipped and go to spraying ya name

The crackas never know shit niggas put em on ya game

[Chorus]

Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter

Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas?

I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya

Wonder if the crackas you made millions even chopped it up with ya

Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures

Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya?

Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga

When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya

[Verse 3]

In life my nigga all us slip and we fall

But that's the time to find out who really yo dawgs

Cause all these pussy niggas jump in when it's time to ball

But them ain't the same niggas that show up when it's time for war

And when the money gone my nigga so is the jewelry man Sometime he takes us through some shit to show us our friends

And most people they for self including your kin

My grandma always used to tell me with god you win

Put yo trust in a higher power and not in man

Cause when you fucking round with niggas it all depends

But a nigga lied to you before he gone lie to you again

In life my nigga love is what last in the end

[Chorus]

Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter

Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas?

I wonder how many of your dogs even came by and visit ya

Wonder if the crackas you made millions done chopped it up with ya

Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures

Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya?

Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga

When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya

[Outro]

From me to you lil homie

Not only do I pray for you my nigga

I pray for every real nigga who locked up and tied down right now homie

When I said it'd never change with me it never changed with me

I'll never forget you nigga

When I say I salute it, I salute it

All my gangstas, all my real niggas