If you buck then say so, push a ni**a off

With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a ni**a off!

Smoke you like you dro', f**k a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know

Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' f**king do'

Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick

What's the business b**ch? I'm the lady of this Memphis sh*t

Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words

Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers

Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some f**kin game

You b**ches be lame, d**e game, my game hoe!

Yes you, yes you bought, f**k what you haters be thinking or saying

Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway

I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my f**king mouth

What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South

Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man

I'm a stay the same, f**k whoever talking 'bout I done changed

I be at the same block, same hood

Same house, same sto', same folks

Looking good b**ch, I ain't changed hoe!

Can I ask you something, what you b**ches tryna prove?

Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool

See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your w**d

I don't want that babby-jazzy sh*t, I don't speak seeds

Ni**a, ni**a please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo

F**kin with my niggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot

I ain't tryna take no sh*t, or be labled as a duck

Never will I go out like that, you got me f**ked up!

You b**ches be talking that sh*t, do you think that you can handle me?

Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee

I don't think so, go and call yo' mother f**king crew

I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through

Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper

B**ch, smack you, stomp you down b**ch, it be that simple

You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar

Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)

Ni**a come and take a ride, what you b**ches know about?

F**k you b**ches, stick a mother f**king gun in yo' mouth

Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky b**ch!"

Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable b**ch!

Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe

Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'

Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?

B**ch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real

Niggas wanna f**k when they see me on the B.E.T.

Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD

Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man

You silly a** b**ches, you wish you could see the sh*t that I be seeing man

Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo

Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', b**ch I thought you knew

Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat

If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-f**king streets (Bee-yotch!)