Lawd Have Mercy Songtext
von Boosie Badazz

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 oozies to shooting movies
Mr cogee man you can't take that from me (ah ah)
? 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 when walter got killed (woah)
Senn 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 fren
Lawd have mercy
Can′t even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
Yah man [x2]

Pick them out line them up like jeezy say
Niggaz can't out hustle me on a freezy day
I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say
Any nigga steal from me steal off jesus plate
Hard times in the ghetto we was lost
No school no job me and busta rott
Became a boss took losses could'ntcry 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 baptised 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 fren
Lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
Yah man [x2]

Guess what? next up is the haters
They test up but get ate like sweet potatoes
Heads busty niggas go running to the people
The swagga boy yet they thugging like it′s legal
Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q
I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother
Save change 8 gallons already saved trust fund man my kids alreadyy paid
Still camera shoot the 50 with my?
Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big
So my hustle a moda fucka 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
King pen of the southside certified

Can′t knock my hustle
Lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine
Yah man
Shoul ain′t my fren
Lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
Yah man [x2]