[Intro]
Yeah n***a I'm going rep this motherf**ing No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n***a
I could gave a fu*k what a n***a gotta say about me
I could gave a fu*k what the media gotta say about me
n***a I ain't got no motherf**ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf**er come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a fool (what!)
[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those b**hes know
Still f**in with your Jamaica
Blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My n***as spliting wigs
A couple f**ing g's n***a it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f**ing with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n***as in the motherf**ing dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n***a supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf**er pop
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[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Boi's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing line so f** Gucci and Prada n***a
I'm underated like Sam Ca**ell
But when the playoffs come n***a I'm gonna be there
Can't fall off because a n***a ain't average
f** the I.R.S. a n***a still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the n***a is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by motherf**ing myself
And if I have some beef n***a I don't need know help
n***a ain't Puffy and a n***a ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f**in case, n***a
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherf**ing wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f**-a-n***a who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
n***a I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later n***a I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n***a would change?
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