Lawd Have Mercy

Lyrics

[Intro] South Baton Rouge this the baddest place in the whole wide world stand up, y'all, Lord have mercy Yeah man, remember the baddest place in the world South Baton Rouge Lord have mercy, Roosevelt Street Project Nigga (Boosie Badazz) [Verse 1] Fresh off the project step is Boosie We went from shooting Uzis to shooting movies Mr. Cogee man you can't take that from me (Ah-ah) One shot for Ivy, 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 where walter got killed (Woah) Seen a lot of shit man I did a lot 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 tees till I made my first fifty Gs So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me We from the same hood South Baton Rouge [Hook] Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man [Verse 2] Pick them out line them up like jeezy say Niggas can't out hustle me on a freezy day I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say Any nigga steal from me will steal off Jesus' plate Hard times in the ghetto we was lost No school no job me and Busta rob Became a boss took losses couldn't cry, 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 fifty cent in O-four Got my paper acts in me, nigga, I get my grind on house, three stairs Had it for two years, still ain't satisfied That's how scopio's is hot like hot fries Southside baptized Bitch, I'm a hustler, you can see it in my eyes, eyes [Hook] Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man [Verse 3] Guess what? Next up is the haters, they test us But get ate like sweet potatoes, heads bust Niggas go running to the people But swear to God that they thugging like it's legal Wake up call every morning call my manager Up TQ, I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother Save change eight gallons already saved Trust funds, man, my kids already paid Still gamble shoot the fifty with my real niggas Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big So my hustle a mothafucka, 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 Kingpin of the Southside certified [Hook] Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man Can't knock my hustle, Lord have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah, man Should ain't my friend, Lord have mercy Can't even look in my eye (But you know one thang), yeah, man