| You motherfucking well right.
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| What’s happ'. |
| Motherfucking well right
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| BUCK! |
| BUCK! |
| Here I go boy. |
| 504 still up in this BITCH!
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| Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig
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| It’s a No Limit thang boy.
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| Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama
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| and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga
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| Ke’noe
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| Ya heard me Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder)
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| What you bout boy (What you bout boy)
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| Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy)
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| From the South boy (From the South boy)
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| Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy)
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| Yeah
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| Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon’feel us, see us, hear us These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas
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| Ya’ll niggas tryna keep up with the man
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| ya’ll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time
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| Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beat
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| I’ma come up with the rhyme
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| The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper
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| Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper
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| I told ya ass, you can’t say my name with a dick in yo mouth
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| It done happened already, you know I’m coming to fuck up the crowd
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| Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down
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| Bout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don’t FUCK AROUND
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| The man hot, stand out
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| Got the whole clout, represent the whole South
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| What you bout, I’m bout that drama, step to me and let’s handle it A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana
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| The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I’m representing
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| TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit
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| Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
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| And I bring them lyrics that’ll have them killers fighting like mosquitos
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| Break bread with killers and hang with thugs,
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| nigga went to jail for slangin drugs
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| Now I’m free, just me and the streets
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| aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me But if it go down, I’m ready to ride, I aint scared, I’m ready to die
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| Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry
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| Don’t play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy
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| Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy |