Now, you ain't bout that murder murder s***
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
Sip syrup, and smoke fire
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.
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. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Written by: JEREMIAH ROACH, JERMIAH ROACH, TORENCE HATCH, WEBSTER GRADNEY
