Same Block

(Verse 1)
 If you buck then say so, push a nigga off
 With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a nigga off!
 Smoke you like you dro', fuck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
 Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' fucking do'
 Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick
 What's the business bitch? I'm the lady of this Memphis shit
 Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
 Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers
 Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some fuckin game
 You bitches be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
 Yes you, yes you bought, fuck what you haters be thinking or saying
 Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway
 I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my fucking mouth
 What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South
 Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
 I'm a stay the same, fuck whoever talking 'bout I done changed
 (Chorus: 4X)
 I be at the same block, same hood
 Same house, same sto', same folks
 Looking good bitch, I ain't changed hoe!
 (Verse 2)
 Can I ask you something, what you bitches tryna prove?
 Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool
 See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
 I don't want that babby-jazzy shit, I don't speak seeds
 Nigga, nigga please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo
 Fuckin with my niggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot
 I ain't tryna take no shit, or be labled as a duck
 Never will I go out like that, you got me fucked up!
 You bitches be talking that shit, do you think that you can handle me?
 Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee
 I don't think so, go and call yo' mother fucking crew
 I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through
 Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper
 Bitch, smack you, stomp you down bitch, it be that simple
 You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
 Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)
 (Chorus)
 (Verse 3)
 Nigga come and take a ride, what you bitches know about?
 Fuck you bitches, stick a mother fucking gun in yo' mouth
 Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh... lucky bitch!"
 Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable bitch!
 Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
 Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'
 Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?
 Bitch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real
 Niggas wanna fuck when they see me on the B.E.T.
 Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD
 Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man
 You silly ass bitches, you wish you could see the shit that I be seeing man
 Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo
 Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', bitch I thought you knew
 Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
 If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-fucking streets (Bee-yotch!)
 (Repeat Chorus to end)