| Uh, ah, da
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| (Are you ready for this) Err
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| The Ice Cream Man
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| (Are you ready for this)
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| It’s bad like my high
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| (Are you ready for this)
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| ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
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| Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
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| We TRU, ugh, ugh
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| Time to go to war, ugh
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| I’m posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
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| And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
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| Ready to bust on you cluckers
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| On you niggas that sick cause we sicker
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| Niggas slangin' flickers
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| I’m in the projects ballin' with my niggas
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| I’m hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with dirty sacks
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| I’m hustlin' I got those ball sacks
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| But y’all niggas don’t know that
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| I’m the mad killer, murder, lunatic
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| You fuckin' with a nigga that don’t give a fuck about you
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| Or your bitch cause I’ll go like psycho, ha ha ha
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| Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
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| Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I’m a psycho
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| Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
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| Lunatic, haven’t you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
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| Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
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| Get cho' get cho' neck broke
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| Fuckin' field cats and chat
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| No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
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| Don’t give a fuck when you dead and gone
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| Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome
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| UGH! |
| back up off me, feel me ugh
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| Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
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| Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
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| Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread
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| Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
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| Don’t give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
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| I’m from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
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| But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock
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| But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
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| Nigga a quarter, of water
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| But y’all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
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| In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
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| Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
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| I’m killin' murder, the lunatic
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| Never givin' a fuck, I’m tryin' to make bucks
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| Before I leave this truck
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| Got these killers watchin' me
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| Niggas not pockin' me
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| V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
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| Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
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| KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y’all didn’t realize
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| We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
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| Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle
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| Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
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| Meet me in the French Quarter
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| I’m kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
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| And they bout it, niggas we rowdy
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| Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
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| Now why y’all sayin' y’all bout it bout it
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| Y’all scared of me, yeah y’all scared of me
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| Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain’t afraid of ya
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| I’m hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters
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| Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain’t no tomorrow
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| Niggas comin' wicked, fools I’m gon' kick it
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| Be whippin' niggas ass like I’m cookin' greasy chicken
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| I’ll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
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| Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
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| Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
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| Don’t give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
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| No Limit on my back, back
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| But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack
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| TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y’all gonna fade that
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| The real fuckin' click, ain’t no love for y’all dubs
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| Niggas think we slangin' dubs
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| Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world
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| Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
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| My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
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| But I don’t give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
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| Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
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| Run and duck nigga you fried
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| Ain’t no love where I’m from, from the outside to the inside
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| The projects from uptown to downtown
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| To across the river
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| Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted
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| In the river, you gone, ain’t no love meet the chrome
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| I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
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| And if you come sick you stupid
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| Cause my click don’t give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit
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| Up but nigga you better duck nigga
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| Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River |