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.
You Ain
Lil Boosie Lyrics
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You ain't down to lose your cool and go and hurt a b****
We got them hookups on them rentals, now we murking s***
Tinted up, spending, finna let that thirty spit
B**** do you want your f***ing family in black clothes
The b****es in black dresses, the n****s in black bows
You ain't know, I'm cutthroat, conniver
I'm a bottom boy survivor
And I'm wilder than the average thug
I'm hardheaded, my mama told me that
And you gots to be real, all this drama showed me that
Lose your mind if you want to
I got a clique of real n****s who gon' stomp you
And want you to be hollering bout that iron play
And we gon' hit your street tonight, not the next day, that tech spray
N**** don't worry bout that
They gon' get what they deserve bout that
We gon' cut down they whole curb bout that (what)
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
You ain't really bout that s*** you be talking, so stop that talking, you heard me
Stop all that talking', and walk it, if you gon' serve me, then serve me
And I'm lil Trill Entertainment, so know one thing, I ain't worried
'Cause my family do damage, business ain't handled, it's murder
N****s sweeter than Skittles, so they spitting in riddles
See that lil' s*** that you spittin gon' have you sleep in hospitals
Cause if you beef with my n****s, then we gon' really squad up
From choppers to a six, b****, you can't avoid us
Rapping bout smoking that killer, don't even smoke killer
Even if you did, I wouldn't even smoke with you
Ya b****, ya fraud, ya fake, ya motherf***ing fluke
P**** all wet, your f***ing booty all loose
You and them other two n****s, duck, duck, goose
Under the throwback jersey, the vest bullet proof
Gangsta s*** jump off, boy you know you finna run out
Close your f***ing mouth, before I rip your damn tongue out
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
You ain't bout laying under a n**** house, like a mouse
And you light his a** up when he come out
When it's a drought, we get sick with it
You heard about Lil' Trell
Gunned down when he was 12
Ever since then it been hell
Webbie, and they don't live like we live
They don't deal like we deal
They ain't real like we real
Look, I'm from that track light, that bottom of that SSB
Whatever you call it, that s*** lives in me
Them n****s kill for free, like Lil' Trell on the love
Cause these n****s ain't my equal, and they hating on this lil' thug
A lot of n****s scared of y'all, but not me
This for them n****s in the rap game, who knock me, but can't stop me
And my posse is full of thugs, like Head Busta', Baby Junior, and my n**** Chubbs
We dumping slugs on the enemy
I thought you was my closest friend, but now on you just a frenemy
And this f***ing penitentiary make n****s think they real
And when they get out, they got a nerve to pop a pill (but look here)
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
In the lyrics of Lil Boosie's song "U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout," the rapper criticizes those who claim to be tough and ready to commit crimes but are not actually willing to face the consequences of their actions. The lyrics are a response to individuals who talk tough but cannot back it up with action, as Lil Boosie calls them out to prove their strength.
The verse includes graphic language, which could be interpreted as a reflection of the rapper's upbringing in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The lyrics also contain references to gang culture and violence, which depicts Lil Boosie's rough neighborhood as a place where committing crimes is seen as a norm. The phrase "that's what them choppers bout" can be interpreted as a reference to the AK-47's sound or the noise of an approaching helicopter, suggesting a sense of danger and violence.
Lil Boosie is making a statement that those who talk tough about doing crimes should think twice before doing something that could harm innocent people who could end up damaged or dead as a result of their actions. The rapper is calling out individuals who are living in an illusion and are not ready to go all the way.
Line by Line Meaning
Now, you ain't bout that murder murder s***
You do not have the ability to commit murder.
You ain't down to lose your cool and go and hurt a b****
If you have to lose your temper and hurt someone, you wouldn't be able to do it.
We got them hookups on them rentals, now we murking s***
We have connections to get cars which we use for illegal activities such as murder.
Tinted up, spending, finna let that thirty spit
We have tinted car windows, are spending money, and getting ready to use our guns.
B**** do you want your f***ing family in black clothes
Do you want your family members to wear black clothes and attend your funeral?
The b****es in black dresses, the n****s in black bows
Women wear black dresses and men wear black ties to funerals.
You ain't know, I'm cutthroat, conniver
You do not know that I am ruthless and cunning.
I'm a bottom boy survivor
I am a survivor who grew up in a rough environment.
Sip syrup, and smoke fire
I drink cough syrup mixed with codeine and smoke marijuana.
And I'm wilder than the average thug
I am more reckless and dangerous than the typical gangster.
I'm hardheaded, my mama told me that
My mother has said that I am stubborn.
And you gots to be real, all this drama showed me that
This situation has taught me that you must be authentic to survive.
Lose your mind if you want to
You can lose control of your emotions if you choose to.
I got a clique of real n****s who gon' stomp you
I have a group of tough friends who will beat you up.
And want you to be hollering bout that iron play
My friends will make you scream and cry for mercy.
And we gon' hit your street tonight, not the next day, that tech spray
We will come to your neighborhood tonight, not tomorrow, and shoot at you.
N**** don't worry bout that
Do not worry about it.
They gon' get what they deserve bout that
They will get what's coming to them.
We gon' cut down they whole curb bout that (what)
We will attack everyone in their group.
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You are not capable of doing what you say you can do.
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
You are not prepared for your mother to have to bury you.
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Your funeral will be a big event and your family and friends will be sad and emotional.
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)
You took my son's life, that's what guns are for, are you capable of doing that?
You ain't really bout that s*** you be talking, so stop that talking, you heard me
You are not as brave as you claim to be, so stop talking about it.
Stop all that talking', and walk it, if you gon' serve me, then serve me
Stop talking and prove that you can do what you say you can do.
And I'm lil Trill Entertainment, so know one thing, I ain't worried
I am part of a group called lil Trill Entertainment and I am not afraid of anything.
'Cause my family do damage, business ain't handled, it's murder
My family is dangerous and does not mess around when handling business.
N****s sweeter than Skittles, so they spitting in riddles
Some people are less tough than they pretend to be, so they speak in code.
See that lil' s*** that you spittin gon' have you sleep in hospitals
The things that you say will get you hurt or killed.
Cause if you beef with my n****s, then we gon' really squad up
If you start a problem with my friends, we will all come together and retaliate.
From choppers to a six, b****, you can't avoid us
We have guns and are dangerous, you cannot escape us.
Rapping bout smoking that killer, don't even smoke killer
You rap about smoking marijuana, but you don't even smoke it.
Even if you did, I wouldn't even smoke with you
Even if you did smoke marijuana, I wouldn't want to smoke with you.
Ya b****, ya fraud, ya fake, ya motherf***ing fluke
You are not trustworthy and are a fraud.
P**** all wet, your f***ing booty all loose
You are sexually promiscuous.
You and them other two n****s, duck, duck, goose
You and your two friends are like children playing a game of duck, duck, goose.
Under the throwback jersey, the vest bullet proof
I am wearing a bulletproof vest under my shirt.
Gangsta s*** jump off, boy you know you finna run out
When a dangerous situation happens, you are going to run away.
Close your f***ing mouth, before I rip your damn tongue out
Stop talking before I hurt you.
You ain't bout laying under a n**** house, like a mouse
You are not brave enough to hide under someone's house like a small animal.
And you light his a** up when he come out
You set off an explosion to harm the person when they come outside their house.
When it's a drought, we get sick with it
When times are tough, we resort to committing crimes.
You heard about Lil' Trell
You know about Lil' Trell.
Gunned down when he was 12
Lil' Trell was killed when he was 12 years old.
Ever since then it been hell
Things have been difficult for us ever since Lil' Trell's death.
Webbie, and they don't live like we live
Webbie and other rappers do not live the same way we do.
They don't deal like we deal
They do not handle business the way we do.
They ain't real like we real
They are not as genuine as we are.
Look, I'm from that track light, that bottom of that SSB
I come from a rough neighborhood in Baton Rouge.
Whatever you call it, that s*** lives in me
That lifestyle is a part of me.
Them n****s kill for free, like Lil' Trell on the love
Some people are willing to kill for free, like Lil' Trell was.
Cause these n****s ain't my equal, and they hating on this lil' thug
Some people dislike me because they are not as tough as I am.
A lot of n****s scared of y'all, but not me
Many people fear you, but I do not.
This for them n****s in the rap game, who knock me, but can't stop me
This is for the other rappers who criticize me but are unable to halt my success.
And my posse is full of thugs, like Head Busta', Baby Junior, and my n**** Chubbs
My group consists of many tough individuals.
We dumping slugs on the enemy
We are firing weapons at our enemies.
I thought you was my closest friend, but now on you just a frenemy
I thought you were my friend but now I realize you are an enemy disguised as a friend.
And this f***ing penitentiary make n****s think they real
People become more dangerous and think they are tougher in prison.
And when they get out, they got a nerve to pop a pill (but look here)
When they are released from prison, they still continue their dangerous behavior and use drugs.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEREMIAH ROACH, JERMIAH ROACH, TORENCE HATCH, WEBSTER GRADNEY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@BrokenLegnd
Boosie bad ass(bad ass)
You ain't bout what you be talkin' bout(bitch ass nigga)
You ain't bout that murda' murda' shit
You ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch
We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin' shit
Tinted up spinnin' spinnin' let that 30 spit
Bitch do want fuckin' family in black clothes
The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know)
I'm cut throat Kinival Imma buy the bar survival
Sip syrup and smoke fire and I'm wilder(than an average thug)
I'm hard headed my momma told me that
And you got to be real all this drama showed me that
Lose yo mind if you want to(if you want to)
I gotta click of real niggas who gon' stomp you
And want you to be hollerin' bout that iron plate(that iron plate)
And we gon' hit yo street tonight and not the next day
The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that
They gon' get what they deserve bout that
We gon' cut down they whole curve bout that
You ain't bout what you be talkin' bout(uh ah)
You ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin' out(uh ah)
That big ass church wit all yo people cryin' hollerin' 'bout (hollerin' bout)
Why you had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is you bout that boy)
You ain't really bout that shit you be talkin' so quit that talkin' ya heard me
Quit that talkin' and walkin' if you gon serve me then serve me
Now I'm young trill entertainment so know one thang I ain't worried
Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda'
Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin' in riddles
See that little shit you be spittin' gon' have you sleep in hospitals
And if you beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up
From choppas to a 6 bitch you can't avoid us
Rappin' bout smokin' that killa don't even smoke killa
Even if you did I wouldn't even smoke witcha
Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin' fluke
Pussy all wet ya fuckin' booty all loose
You and them other two niggas duck duck goose
Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
Gangsta shit jump off boy you know you finna run out
Close yo fuckin' mouth fore I rip yo damn tongue out
You ain't bout layin' under a nigga house like a mouse
And you light his ass up when he come out(when its a drought)
We get sick wit it you heard about lil' Trell
Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell
And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no)
They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real
Look I'm from that track like that bottom of that S.S.B
Whateva' you call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free
Like lil' Trell on the lum
Cause you niggas ain't my equal and they hatin' on this lil' thug
A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me
This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
And my posse is full of thugs
Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug
We dumpin' slugs on a enemy
I thought you was my closest friend but now on you just a friend to me
And this fuckin' penitentiary make niggas think they real
But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)
They ain't bout what they be talkin' bout you know what I'm sayin'
Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin' but they ain't never do none of that shit
So you don't get no cool points from Boosie (believe that)
They don't get no cool points from me
@dariuswilliams6683
A Boosie song that will never get old!! 💯💯💯💯💯💯
@otgsloog3004
On bro
@ashley3k
One of my favorite songs of all time. Been blasting this shit for damn near 15 years!
@reubenfuller9414
M
@marcusmiami3707
Lets jam it together then
@jarrodvrbetic6503
I dedicate this to all the people who lie and try to lead us astray. Please forgive Boosie for his violence he deserves forgiveness. 🙏
@shyundriaaaqua1453
Never realized how hard Webbie went on this until now I’ve always been a boosie fan
@tpmcfly1782
My favorite song by them 2!
@familyof4551
Wats Yo Fb Or Snap
@olschoolmonieluv6187
Yasss Webbie sounded so good rapping... you wouldn't think he could barely talk lol noo shade just saying the difference lol