Growing up, Boosie was hardened by the many difficult experiences he was put through. His neighborhood, notorious for drugs and violence, was a place feared by the general population. To outsiders, it was a jungle, to residents, it was life. Boosie got very involved in basketball to stay off the streets, and was actually expected to move on to college level basketball.
At 14 years old, Boosie moved in to live with his grandmother after his father was murdered over drugs. Growing up with no father figure and without a strong guiding hand, Boosie turned to drugs and crime. After being expelled from school, Boosie picked up freestyling and began to get serious about his music. Living in the 225, Boosie had no contacts, no real means of exposure. Lil Boosie teamed up with Baton Rouge rapper C-Loc in the late 1990s and made his debut on C-Loc's 5th album, "It's a Gamble", which also featured Three Six Mafia, South Park Mexican, and the rest of the Concentration Camp. This album was a saving grace for C-Loc, as he was slowly losing popularity. Releasing this album put him back in the spotlight, as he had a new young tallented rapper at his side. Baton Rouge couldn't get enough. Shortly afterwards, Boosie released his debut CD, "Youngest of the Camp", which sold over 10,000 units and featured fellow up and coming Baton Rouge rapper Max Minelli, which was exactly what boosie needed to jump start his career. The album spread like wildfire, every hood in Baton Rouge had flyers up for it, everybody was playing it.
After the incarceration, Boosie once again turned back to the streets. Ultimately, his behavior led to him also being incarcerated. At this point, Boosie felt as though he was a failure. However, fate lent Boosie a hand, and Boosie had an opportunity to join an up and coming record label called Trill Entertainment aka Trill Ent which was backed by Pimp-C of UGK. Trill signed Boosie and assisted him in bring his legal issues to an end. Soon after, Boosie and Trill independently released the CD "For my Thugs" under TrillEnt. This release went on to sell over 15,000 copies. Later in the summer of 2003, Boosie co-starred with one of his label-mates, Webbie, on the album "Ghetto Stories" which also went on to sell well over 15,000 copies.
Again paired up with Webbie, Lil Boosie's 2004 release, "Gangsta Musik" is what really gained him popularity. This CD featured the ever popular songs "Swerve" (which later made an appearance in the movie "Hustle and Flow"), "Give Me That", and "Bad Bitch". This was Boosie's first really popular album, actually penetrating the borders of Louisiana and reaching far beyond.
Boosie's talent was now undeniable, and he caught the eye of some Universal Records representatives. In late January of 2005, Boosie signed a deal with Universal, and released the CD "Boosie Bad Azz". This album, backed and promoted by Universal Records, was his strongest yet. Boosie continues to gain popularity at an astonishing rate, and is no stranger to trouble with the law. Already incarcerated for probation violation on drug and gun charges, the Trill Entertainment rapper and two associates (one of them only 17 years old) were indicted on first-degree murder charges by a grand jury on Thursday, June 17, 2010. The men are accused of being involved in the shooting of 35-year-old Terry Boyd in his own house in October. District attorney Hiler Moore stated that the killing seemed to be "over turf" and that if Lil Boosie is convicted the death penalty is not out of the question. The same day, Hatch was also indicted on multiple drug and conspiracy charges for smuggling large amounts of codeine, ecstasy and marijuana into prison with intent to distribute. His girlfriend, a prison guard and a fellow inmate were also charged as co-conspirators. In addition to these charges, prosecutors believe the 27-year-old rapper may have been involved in at least five other slayings.
My Struggle
Lil Boosie Lyrics
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Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
life story for life story, mane I'm the truth…
[Verse 1]
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from
him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on
that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who
gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'
drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed
her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I
went got my own… now they look at me grown.
Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming
street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
they picturin'(?) me….
[Chorus 4X]
U don't know my struggle,
so you cant feel my hustle
[Verse 2:]
Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…
Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to
shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a
big knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big ugly
somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the
southside... Back then, it was straight gin,
dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,
we bustin' at ya, that's the
rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a
few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely
nights… me and My Homie on the flight… sneakin
thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.
Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done
lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,
mayne….
[Chorus (4X)]
[Verse 3:]
Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
needles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it gutta
wit my people. The thug life, back to back
catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'
junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,
nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and
disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I
borrowed, I gave back… When it was beer time,
I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The
baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I
lost all my ghetto role models, This my
struggle mayne….!!
The lyrics to Lil Boosie's song "My Struggle" tell a story of his life growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The first verse starts with Boosie's "hard" upbringing in the backyard with a father who was addicted to drugs and girls. He then talks about how he got involved in selling drugs and became addicted to it himself. He also talks about how he started hanging out with older guys who showed him the ropes. The chorus "U don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle" is a constant reminder that his struggle is what led him to where he is now.
In the second verse, he talks about how he and his friends used to get into trouble by stealing purses when they couldn't afford weed. He also talks about how they used to rob people for marijuana and how they used to go to clubs and "rep" themselves. He talks about how he lost a lot of friends and how that has affected him.
In the third verse, he talks about his struggles with addiction and how it's been hard to get his life back on track. He mentions how he's caught misdemeanors and how he sold drugs in front of a cleaners. He also talks about losing his grandma and how he doesn't drive by, he walks. He ends the song by saying that all of this is his struggle and that he will continue to fight it.
This song is a reflection of Lil Boosie's life and the struggles he faced growing up. It's a reminder that everyone has their own struggles and that we can't judge someone without knowing their story.
Line by Line Meaning
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
I come from humble beginnings, but I am tough and resilient.
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I am competitive and will do whatever it takes to win, even if it means hurting others.
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad memory,
I am tough and have learned to keep going despite hardships and trauma in my past.
Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from him, He loved girls.
My father struggled with addiction and was a womanizer, which had a significant impact on my upbringing.
Went from neighborhood jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,toI-10 traffickas.
I went from being a small-time criminal in my neighborhood to being involved in major drug trafficking on a major highway.
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me.
I imagine myself back in my past, high on drugs and carrying a weapon, feeling invincible and ready for any challenge.
Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
I became addicted to selling drugs and my mother couldn't stop me, leading me down a path of crime and violence.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Juniorand B. All old niggas showed us ropes likethey picturin'(?) me….
Younger criminals had older mentors who showed them the ropes, just like I did, leading to a cycle of crime and violence in certain communities.
Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special.
Times were tough and my friends and I struggled to afford even the smallest luxuries, including a cigar to smoke our weed.
Old niggas tried toshortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got abig knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big uglysomethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru thesouthside...
Older criminals tried to stop us, but we fought back and became violent, carrying weapons and walking around our neighborhood with a sense of power and authority.
Sittin' nites, need my medicine and myneedles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it guttawit my people.
I spend my nights using drugs and needing medical attention, and rely on bail bondsmen to help me out of trouble, while staying loyal to my criminal peers.
The thug life, back to backcatchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'junkies in front the cleaners.
I live a life of crime, constantly getting arrested for small crimes, while also selling drugs to addicts in public places.
The hospitals,nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wannaHear it (hard head).
Even when I'm hospitalized and my mother tries to inspire me to change my ways, I resist and stay stubborn and unchanging in my habits and beliefs.
You know they say I wasdead, two shots up in my head.Some say I OD'doff that X, what they gon' say next?
I have been close to death multiple times, through being shot or overdosing on drugs, and wonder what new rumors will arise about my life.
Grandma died, momma House, lemme talk to ya.Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya.
I have suffered losses in my family, including my grandmother, and have faced hostility from others, but I don't back down from a fight and will confront my enemies head-on.
Highschool, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted anddisgusted tryna make it til tomorrow.
Even in high school, I was involved in criminal activity, struggling to get by and survive each day.
When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that.The baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus Ilost all my ghetto role models,
I was able to make money by selling alcohol, and yet I still faced struggles with relationships, especially with the mothers of my children, and lost important figures in my life who were positive influences.
This mystruggle mayne…!!
These are the challenges and experiences that have shaped me and made me who I am.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TORENCE HATCH, BRUCE ROME, B. ROME
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Ben
Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen, keeping it gutta with my peoples
The thug life, back to back catching misdemeanors
The drug life, serving junkies in front the cleaners
The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit
My mama preachin', but Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it (Hard-headed)
You know they said I was dead, 2 shots up in my head
Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next
Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya
Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya, high school
4 deep in the Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it to tomorrow
When I borrowed, I gave back
When it was bill time, I made stacks
I-10 to 150 I shake that
The baby-mama-drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost ass my ghetto role models, this my struggle mane
Kisha Barksdale
I listened to this song everyday, while driving to college. This song has helped me get through nursing school, just graduated a week ago💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
Jasmine Roman
Congratulations!!!
Kisha Barksdale
@Jasmine Roman Thank you ❤️
We Shall Overcome
❤❤❤
Desiree Williams
U go girl congratulations I love all he’s old music ❣️
Edgey Gaming
nice job
Deidra
Shit still go hard AF!!! music like this is timeless. I love his music because he just tells life stories
Mon Certified
15 years later this song still give me chills💯
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