Same Block Lyrics - Gangsta Boo

(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 

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(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) 

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(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)