Done It All

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[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] Running ducking the law, brick after brick Fighting crazy baby mamas, bitch after bitch Late night selling that white, know what I'm talking 'bout? In a hospital fighting for my life, know what I'm talking 'bout? Grew up a screw up, ask the police why they do us [?] Beefing with niggas out [?] [?] people dragging my name through the mud Niggas running through hoes, [?] I done done seen it all [?] niggas [?] Selling them onions, gambling my baby pamper money Putting niggas to rest, had to shake them haters off me Rapping for years without no checks, woke up and smelled the coffee Making kids when I was just a kid, I grew up fast Ducking bullits, pussy niggas was tryna bust my ass Fighting charges, ducking feds, niggas [?] me Beefing with family, [?] [Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] Man, I done done it all in this indostry The ins and the outs, if you real, [?] what I'm talking 'bout Been on labels with dope boys, that said fuck rap Man, I'm tryna push this music, man, they tryna pump crack Put my own CD out, low budget, like man, fuck it Couldn't get that ho out, couldn't pay a nigga to ove it Then I signed to a label, with money but can't push it First album ain't do nothing, probably threw it in the bushes Then I signed to a label, my CEO died Still cairey it on my back, it's hard, but I survive Songs on the radio, to none at all I admit I said some shit that got me banned, my fault Then I signed to a major, finally got my shot Three years later, they like "when you gon' drop?" I read the blog sites, they saying I ain't hot I'm scared to drop, 'cause if I flop, I'm going right back to the block [Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] [?] [?] shit, [?] what you wouldn't believe My daddy a drug dealer, my mama a hustler too And they are my role models, so what you think I'ma do? The heart of a real nigga, the talent to be the best The indostry fake as fuck, so I'd rather hang in the [?] I'm counting my own money, signing my own checks CEO of my own label, I manage my own shit I'm shooting my own guns, sold my own work They say practice makes perfect, so I be doing my homework I studdied this rap shit, I traveled the world twice I do it for hood niggas, promoting this thug life [Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?] I done done it all [?] in these streets Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry I done done it all [?] looking out for me [?]