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