Tru - I'm Bout It, Bout It lyrics

Master P (talking) Yeah ha, I could never turn my back n***a. (Never.) I could never forget where I came from This for all my muthaf**in' soldiers. (Master P.) Native of New Orleans. (Louisiana) All you TRU Soldiers Give it up for Richmond, California. (Puttin 'em on the map.) Put em up, represent, where you from? (Westside, southside.) Check out some of this down south sh** though n***a You bout it, I'm bout it bout it If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it I represent where them k**ers hang Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own name It's a small hood, but it's all good And Mr. Rogers ain't got sh** up on my neighborhood I represent nothin' but G's (G's) ]From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans That murder capitol of the world so fool watch your back The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back And n***as ain't trippin' on yo life G (Life G) They ready to take your a** out before the count of 1, 2, 3 So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ring n***as down south quick to put you in that body slang I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your a** And n***as stuntin', perpetratin, talkin sh** You roll through the projects you might get your wig split Mr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter You best not f** with them fools that gone on that water water I mean that clicker juice (Dang), fermaldahide (like dat) Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high Like some alcohol, n***as don't even give a f** They leave you stuck in that muthaf**in' black truck Break you off like some muthaf**in' Japanese (damn) Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's And these n***as k**in' b**hes too And these b**hes settin up n***as cause don't give a f** about you You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout it bout it Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they bout it bout it And that Fourth Ward is bout it bout it I mean that Fifth Ward, and Tenth Ward, you know they bout it bout it Twelfth ward, bout it bout it And that Thirteenth, Seventeenth uptown, downtown, across the sea Bout it bout it, cause we bout it bout it My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout it bout it Bout it bout it, I mean we bout it bout it King George, TRU you know we bout it bout it Silkk, you know he bout it bout it My manager TC, you know he bout it bout it Big Ed, bout it bout it Sonya C, you know she bout it bout it C-Murder, bout it bout it Mr Serv-On is bout it bout it Mo B Dick, you know he bout it bout it Cally G, K-Lou, bout it bout it Craig, you know he bout it bout it And Mia X gonna kick some sh** she rowdy rowdy Mia X I'm here to show a whole bunch of n***as that I'm bout it Comin from the Crescent, testin nuts And ready to bust some of those who doubt it I'm rowdy as the f**, hoes you best be backin' up From this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado Brings drama, either way I have to do this So break yourselves, n***as here comes a woman to this TRU clique The b**h you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race I kick your earholes laced with my pimpstress funk Punks playa hate beacuse their sh** be bunk But I dunk a n***as head into a toilet full of piss Cause in this drama field, fool we ain't takin' no sh** Downtown Sixth Ward Laffitte, on guard Seventh Ward Hard Head n***as out that Saint Bernard Ninth Ward Press Park, Desire and Florida, New Orleans So 'bout it every day we comin' harder, firewater Got them n***as gettin' high off my flows, gumbo Gris-gris and plus my étouffée got em payin' twenty bones So bring it on cause I gotta recognize No Limit and Mia X, n***a flex if you 'bout it 'bout it You 'bout it 'bout it, yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it And rest in peace my girl Jill cause she was 'bout it 'bout it Master P I mean she bout it bout it, she was bout it bout it Them n***as from No Limit Records, you know we bout it bout it Master P, you know I'm bout it bout it The whole New Orleans, them motherf**ers are bout it bout it Baton Rouge, you know they bout it bout it Jackson, Tennesse, you know they bout it bout it Alabama, even Georgia And all you other motherf**ers down in Southside Florida You know they bout it bout it cause we bout it bout it ]From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout it bout it Cross the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside Huh, you know they bout it bout it Down in Kansas City, you know they bout it bout it Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout it bout it Mean Green, you know he bout it bout it Craig Street, that n***a bout it bout it Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's bout it bout it My n***a Vercy Carter, you know he bout it bout it Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya bout it bout it And all them n***as Uptown f**in' bout it bout it All them n***as bootin' up with that gold Bout it bout it (bout it bout it) Them n***as bout it bout it (bout it bout it) My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (rest in peace) Young n***a, he was bout it bout it Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout it bout it Yeah, f you bout it, say you bout it Being about it means you down to do whatever You bout it? I'm bout it