We Out Chea Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Chorus] 

Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?) 

All the way the dummy way 

All the way, 100 

We the five-one savage 

Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) 

All the way the dummy way 

All the way, 100 

We the five-one slash 

Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) 

All the way the dummy way 

All the way, 100 

We the five-one savage 

Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea 

Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea 

[Verse 1] 

OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea? 

Five-one, five-oh 

All the way the dummy way 

Fuck with me, die slow 

Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch 

Daddy gone, never comin' home 

That's all I know 

So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll 

Dickies cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O 

With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself 

Fuck the consequences 

Have all you niggas jumpin' fences 

So, you see, I've been dumb 

Reppin' where I'm from 

When I drop it niggas come 

Boss man, job done 

After dark it's Jurassic Park 

Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves 

We all G's 

Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit 

So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit 

Outta here, dead meat 

Fuck you and your whole street 

I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be, we game 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

Look, it's gutter with me 

Yeah 

Ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me 

It's straight bustin' with me 

Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on 

Ran with straight cut-throaters 

Niggas with no hope-a 

The street life is all I know, it's all I live 

So yo' best bet? Respect the kid 

Fifty-one fifty, I mean that 

If you happy, nigga I seen that 

Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at 

[Verse 3] 

Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quik 

This nigga here a savage 

He totin' two glocks under just in case it get drastic 

Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind 

Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron 

Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street 

100, we do no stuntin' 

What we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef 

No time for playin' games 

Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained 

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[Verse 4] 

Bitch, I'm out chea 

All the way the dummy way 

They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late 

All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time 

It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys 

Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city 

Pistol grippin's addictive 

Nigga play, nigga get it 

I'll talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me 

Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a nigga 

[Verse 5] 

Bitch, we out chea, in the streets 

Everywhere like Percy D 

Barbershop 

Barbeque 

Who gon' ride for you? 

Choppin' fools 

1-by-1 

2-by-2 

3-by-3 

R.I.P 

Rest in Piece 

We dat boss gangsta shit 

Play now, cry later, mane 

Feed you to the gators mane 

Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain 

Since 10, I've been a beast 

Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets 

Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly 

[Chorus]