I touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple   hard nines now I'm back on the grind on my side I gotta   nine, and I'm a go blind if u disrepect my mind, xxxxx   I'm fresh out that pad door still smokin halfs of dro,   still toughtin calicos, u niggas outta know I was cold   at 16, man I'm in n out of prison, my father figure   dead so dats how a nigga livin wat would u do, if u was   boosie, lead nigga who hate on u, ridin round scared   thinkin a nigga finna play with u, u gon ramble in that   bottom cause I lay down law, I cutt the quickness when   u play me cause I lay down jaw, if u ain't heard about   boosie then I making my mark, I cutt ya thoart, take ya   house, dats that souja slim talk, if u got money they   can't never hold u down in the dark, they can make ya   feel paid when dat money go talkin I...      I touchdown cause hell,  Touchdown and cause hell,  Touchdown and cause hell,  Touchdown and cause hell...    And I told myself I waznt go go to jail but I lied, now   my momma on ha knees and she cry, and daughter askin   where her daddy at n y, where he at n y, now the feds   on a nigga heart, gotta put my whip up cause lil boosie   smart, smart I touchdown, blusin the block, if ya owe   me betta pay me or I'm brusin ya now...    these lyrics are submitted by ReaL HusTLe