Jalousie
Vasko Vassilev & Pamela Nicholson Lyrics

Uh huh Lil Boosie this me nigga gangsta Ima do some shit some real shit
I'm about to rap some real shit from my life experiences as a gangsta

I been goin' thru some thangs
I've been going through some tough times

And don't nobody understand me man
Nobody seems to understand my struggles and pain

I want ride candy man
I want to drive a fancy car with candy paint

Hopin' my niggas stay the same
I hope my friends stay loyal and true to me

But they always change
But they often change and betray me

From my niggas to my bitch
From my friends to my girlfriend

And these niggas wanna stitch
And some of these guys want to snitch on me

I wanna get rich
I want to become wealthy

Plus sometimes I don't believe (why?)
Sometimes I don't believe in myself or my dreams (and wonder why)

Tryin' to sell 100,000
I'm trying to sell 100,000 copies of my music

But they burnin' my CD's (that's fucked up)
But people are illegally burning my CDs, which is unfair

Biggas and bitches Please Won't you get me help
Hey, guys and girls, please support me and buy my music

Get your ass up off the computer And buy this shit up off the shelf
Stop downloading for free and buy my music legally

'Cause I wanna ride candy man Just like the others
I want to flaunt my wealth and ride a fancy car like other successful rappers

Sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route Like my brother
Sometimes I regret not choosing a better path, like my brother did

These niggas say they love ya But they get dope
Some guys claim to be your friends but they are drug addicts

How you a rat like that And try to steal ya ho
How can you be a traitor and steal your friend's girlfriend

I still cope
But I still manage to deal with my problems and stress

And these niggas wanna rap about you Know you a soldier
And some guys want to rap about you, knowing that you are a tough guy

But they still wanna bring that savage out you To get exposed
But they still want to provoke you to show your violent side, just for entertainment

And these hoes they for the money
And these women, they are only after your money

Tell your old lady dirty lies But they know they frontin'
They tell your girlfriend or wife lies about you to split you up, but they know it's not true

In baton rouge It's real wicked
In Baton Rouge, the streets are dangerous and violent

And you can't go platinum now here 'Cause this ain't New York City
It's hard to become a successful rapper here, because this is not New York City

And all my cousins doin' time Thuggin' in the pen
And all my cousins are in jail, serving time for their criminal activities

I'm thinkin' bout em Every time I take a sip of hen
I think of them every time I drink alcohol

I ain't gonna lie I don't wanna be like cammaflogue
I don't want to end up like Camouflage (a rapper who got murdered)

I met him one week The next week he died
I met him just before he got killed

Damn I want rock candy man
Damn, I really want to drive a fancy car with candy paint

They hatin' cause I'm VIP Ride through my city With my hat bent like TIP
Some people hate me because I'm a VIP and I drive through my city with my hat tilted like T.I.

I'm all G They got a niggas signin' a deal
I'm a real gangsta and they got some guys who are signing a record deal

But they can't talk like I be talkin' 'Cause I spit the real Till I get killed
But they can't rap like me because I speak the truth, even if it gets me killed

These niggas changin' like a weather
These guys change their loyalty like the weather changes

Think he your nigga But you lookin' at the fuckin' devil Who want your bezzle
You might think he's your friend but he's actually a backstabber who wants to steal from you

And that voice that he wish he had Jealousy got niggas creepin' down to bust ya ass
And he's jealous of your success and talent, and that's why some guys want to attack you

We livin' fast But you notice I got em B
We are living a fast life, but you can see that I have my enemies under control

Money cars clothes and hoes Till they pocket me
I have money, cars, clothes, and women, but they all belong to me and obey me

This for my niggas down in Texas All the fuckin' swingers
This is for my friends in Texas, who are living a wild lifestyle

Who got the whole other side of town Wanna thank em
They have connections and respect in the other side of town, and I appreciate that

I'm stressin' cause the things I did Not wearin' a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
I'm stressed because I didn't use protection and now I have three kids to take care of

This shit is real Wish I had a real friend to holla
This is my real life and I wish I had a true friend to talk to

They tend to laugh When I tell em bout my fuckin problems
But instead, some people just laugh instead of empathizing when I tell them about my struggles and challenges

But I be stackin' the feds So I be straight when I'm gone
But I'm saving up money, so I'll be financially secure in case something happens to me

I been prayin' for webbie 'Cause webbie wild with that crown
I've been praying for my friend Webbie's safety because he's very reckless and can draw unwanted attention

I'm sippin gallons tryin' to ease the pain Hopin my niggas keep it gutta But they seem to change
I'm drinking a lot to numb the pain and hoping that my friends stay loyal and genuine to me, but they often disappoint me

That's why I'm solo Blowin' dodo in a different city
That's why I'm alone, smoking weed in a new city

Thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me But they rollin' wit me
I suspect that some guys are plotting against me, but they are still hanging out with me

My ho da sickest But she listen to what the streets say
My girlfriend is the best, but she pays attention to the rumors and gossip in the streets

That got me stressin' 'Cause she might be leavin' anyday
That worries me because she could leave me anytime if she believes the rumors

I try to pray But when I holla he ain't holla back
I try to pray but sometimes it seems like God is not listening or answering my prayers

That's why I'm missin' prayer daily Tryin' to get these stacks
That's why I'm skipping prayer every day to focus on making money

The situation that I'm in The judge tryin' to send me to the pen And give me ten And do me in
I'm in a situation where the judge is trying to put me in jail for 10 years or more

Got me stressin' on some major shit My mama agin' And my grandma and my baby's sick
That's causing me a lot of stress, especially because my mother, grandmother, and baby are all sick

This hatin' shit Got me one step away from clickin'
All this hate and betrayal is driving me towards violence and retaliation

This me against the world livin' Got all my people bitchin'
I feel like I'm alone against everyone else, and my friends and family are always complaining

I look my mama in her eye Told her respect the game She like boosie leave it alone Look at craig ganes
I spoke to my mother and told her to respect the street game and my lifestyle, but she disagrees and points out the tragic fate of another rapper, Craig Ganes

That's real life right here You go through so much You know what I'm sayin' Nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin' But a nigga be strugglin' at the same time Why they be ballin' man I been goin' through some thangs But don't nobody understand me man
That's the reality of my life - going through a lot of struggles and stress, while people just see me as a successful rapper. But nobody really understands my pain and problems.