| Welcome to New Orleans
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| Or should I say where the fiends live
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| Home of the No Limit Soldiers
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| My name is Fiend
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| Yall cluckers better get ready for this
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| Welcome to a soldier world
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| What we do what we do The hood go feel me on this one
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| They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin
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| Knowin it ain’t no escape from a hungry baby in ya face
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| So I love the place
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| Gun sparks thru New Orleans dark
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| So death my gat shoot ya Cause of the color of my heart
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| Have to put a fool on the floor
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| And I won’t ignore
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| Cause Fiend is my name
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| What made me do it
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| I live like that
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| That dope he go have to charge it to da game
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| Nigga I’m a man
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| So I have to have some born sense
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| To be a provider
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| No Limit rider
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| When they hollar
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| 17th survior
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| Bout my dollars
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| Fuck the pride
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| I done got me a key
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| Funny how you got a 1000 grams
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| How the dope heads just wanta be me Wanna kill me A young g With a half a nerve
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| About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird
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| That’s my word
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| Smoking backwoods filled with erb
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| Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb
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| The ultimate serve
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| Getting it off all in a week
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| Time to re up
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| So I’m go be up
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| Getting the grind in the streets
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| Nigga!
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| I keep my strap on me at all times (and I ain’t lying)(I ain’t lying)
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| I keep my strap on me at all times (and I ain’t dying)(I ain’t dying)
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| Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe
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| We about to burn the chase
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| In all the place
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| Go be leavin discrace
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| Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face
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| Strong arming for space
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| Which shop
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| I’m go leave them baggin grams
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| I’m a bad man
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| Strap in my hand
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| Give me some mad plans
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| Picture my city
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| Surrounded by crimnals
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| And then some
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| I’m go have to hit one
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| And back them bitches off with my m-one
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| Them domes!!! |
| domes!!!
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| That’s what he caught
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| Have to lay him in chalk
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| Should seen Serv
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| Insurance should of been bought
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| What the FUCK you thought
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| That Fiend
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| State ya rank
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| The silent private
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| That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground
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| Till there bodies turn blue and violet
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| My greed is violent!
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| Born with plans to be?
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| When the folks come I’m go leave it Got him in the headlock
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| Some niggas?
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| 911 go need it My nine my only justice
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| Rollin past screamin fuckers
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| My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Brang ya boys and ya another gat
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| You’ll be suckin up stains
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| Beware of my nigga
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| Mr.40 cal
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| Well!!!
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| Chorus til end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song At All Times , by - Fiend. Song from the album There's One In Every Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп