[Intro]
Yeah n*gga I'm going rep this motherf*cking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n*gga
I could gave a f*ck what a n*gga gotta say about me
I could gave a f*ck what the media gotta say about me
n*gga I ain't got no motherf*cking english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf*cker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a fool (what!)
[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those b*tches know
Still f*ckin with your Jamaica
Blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My n*ggas spliting wigs
A couple f*cking g's n*gga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f*cking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n*ggas in the motherf*cking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n*gga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf*cker pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Boi's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing line so f*ck Gucci and Prada n*gga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come n*gga I'm gonna be there
Can't fall off because a n*gga ain't average
f*ck the I.R.S. a n*gga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the n*gga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by motherf*cking myself
And if I have some beef n*gga I don't need know help
n*gga ain't Puffy and a n*gga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f*ckin case, n*gga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherf*cking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f*ck-a-n*gga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
n*gga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later n*gga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n*gga would change?
[Chorus x 16]