(Intro)   This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga   what about...me, what about boo.     (1st Verse)   They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p   they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me   they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie   he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look   they holla usher and that lil jon shit,   they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch   they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy   dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me   what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy   what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b   what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain   ya height   but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was   cold   i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old   they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone   crusher   that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga   what about...me     (Chorus)   Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin   wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats   how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that   we had a million, what about me     (2nd Verse)   They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit   they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit   im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die   that real faith shit that make you go spray shit   they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie   i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi   i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with   tigger   blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal   im thuggin and them major labels know that   so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have   a toe tag,look   they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla   trick   but i know somebody know something that boosie shit   this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on   and mtv on im peeping ya holmes   hollering out lean back and lovers and friends   but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga   then", nigga what about...me     (Chorus)   Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin   wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats   how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that   we had a million, what about me     (3rd Verse)   Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like   russel simmons and def   got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave   myself   im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im   feeling like pimp   yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing   dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga   soilder   these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools   if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you   2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit   and buck down he started all that nasty bitch   tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya   how to put the work in the can and...run   they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug   though   and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me     (Outro)   They gone feel this bitch here, all across the   world,nigga what about...me     Chorus)   Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin   wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats   how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that   we had a million, what about me     (Outro)   Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying,   somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have   been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these   niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont   know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin   out, nigga what about...me    these lyrics are submitted by ReaL HusTLe