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	Current version of Lil Boosie Lyrics My Struggle (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lil-boosie/my/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Lil Boosie Lyrics My Struggle (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lil-boosie/my/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	Boosie Boo, nigga						[Talkin']	1
2	And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now						Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!	2
3	Word for word, life story for life story						And I be like the best nigga at this	3
4	You know I'm the truth						shit right now, word for word,	4
5							life story for life story, mane I'm the truth…	5
1	We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy							1
6	Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard						[Verse 1]	6
7	Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs						We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,	7
8	Can't take this from him, he loved thugs						Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,	8
9							I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad	9
10	Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers						memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from	10
11	I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers						him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood	11
12	Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP						jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,to	12
13	Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?						I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on	13
14							that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who	14
15	Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke						gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'	15
16	Momma, she washed her hands and let me go						drugs, marijuana                     and coke,Momma, she washed	16
17	The rest                               you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man						her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,	17
18	Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown						I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I	18
19							went got my own… now they look at me grown.	19
20	Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street						Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming	20
21	Big sacks, big gats and some artillery						street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.	21
22	All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed						All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior	22
23	All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef						and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like	23
24							they picturin'(?) me….	24
2	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle							2
25	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						[Chorus 4X]	25
26	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						U don’t know my struggle,	26
27	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						so you cant feel my hustle	27
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28	Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed						[Verse 2:]	28
29	Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly						Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…	29
30	Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special						Got a dimebag, but             we couldn't buy     the Philly,	30
31	So                            we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever						Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on	31
32							the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,	32
33	Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it						Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to	33
34	Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'						shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a	34
35	On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside						big knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big ugly	35
36	Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides						somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the	36
37							southside... Back then, it was straight gin,	37
38	You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that’s the rules						dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,	38
39	Used to be deep, now we down to just a few						we bustin' at ya, that’s the	39
40	Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight						rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a	40
41	Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo						few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely	41
42							nights… me and My Homie on the flight… sneakin	42
43	Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin						thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.	43
44	Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven						Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry	44
45	'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up						thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',	45
46	And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man						Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out	46
47							chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done	47
48	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						lost a lotta Niggas,            so                   my trust fucked up,	48
49	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						mayne….	49
4	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle							4
50	You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle						[Chorus (4X)]	50
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51	Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles						[Verse 3:]	51
52	All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples						Sittin' nites, need                          my medicine and my	52
53	The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors						needles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it gutta	53
54	The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners						wit my people. The thug life, back to back	54
55							catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'	55
56	The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit						junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,	56
57	My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don’t wanna hear it						nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,	57
58	You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head						My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don’t wanna	58
59	Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?						Hear it (hard head). You know           they       say I was	59
60							dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd	60
61	Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya						off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma	61
62	Niggas hate but I don’t drive-by, I walk to ya						died, momma House, lemme talk                     to ya. Niggas	62
63	High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo						hate, but I don’t drive by, I walk to ya. High	63
64	Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow						school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and	64
65							disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I	65
66	When I borrowed, I gave back						borrowed, I gave back… When it was beer time,	66
67	When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that						I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The	67
68	The baby momma drama make me wanna holla						baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I	68
	Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man						lost all my ghetto role models, This my
1							struggle mayne….!!	1

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