[talking:]
Yo come on, I'm doing this s*** for my n**** Mac
I'ma keep s*** hot and popping, till you back home baby
For my n***** in the South, these n***** don't understand
[Hook: x2]
You wan' creep with the creepers, ride with the riders
Dance with the devil, the cut throat connivers
Nothing before fam, we keep this tight like pliers
f*** with us, we'll set this b**** on fire
[Magic:]
Look, you got a couple issues need fixing
From now on in the billboard charts, your s***'s missing
No name, no dissing
That's not my style, I only beef with my fist
And I only f*** with a few, and that's my crew
Cause they gon wild out, and do the same s*** I do
We smoke humps, when we locked up
We stay locked up, because we known to tear the block up
9th Ward, is the cave I dwell in
When I fell in, I became a two time felon
Trying to switch negatives, to the positive
I chose rap, cause that's where the money is
I'm bout to do this, like the dope game
Increase the product, got every CD shelf stocked up
Cause I'm a hustler, drug smuggler
Head buster, I'm a no good m***********
I'm here to flush out, the cast-aways
Rappers riding all the s***, they did yesterday
Cause it's a new era, mo' cheddar
My pockets street, so my rhymes got better
You think a Southern n****, can't rap
But that's a paying not fact, so they sent me to handle that
You got a grudge, against Master P
Because he got more loochie, than you coward n*****'ll ever see
Plus he got me, the annihalator
Probation violator, there's none greater
You ain't gon spend, seventeen on my s***
And feel played, cause they only got a couple hits
My album, you won't believe
I work so d*** hard, my hair line's receding
I'm like Jada, kiss the game goodbye
Let's push the weak to the side, let the strong n***** ride
[Hook]
[Magic:]
Grab a seat, n**** take a listen
Am I the n****, that you should be dissing I think not
My flows run deeper, like the Mississippi
Go against this n****, it won't be pretty
You need a prescription, to cop this
And a hundred n*****, with hundred round clips won't try and stop this
Lyrically, I'm so versatile
I could rap on a Frank Sinatra track, and rock the crowd
So think, before you speak
Cause New Orleans n*****, don't beef we creep and uh
Like we creeping, to the top of this food chain
Southern n***** took a spot, in this rap game
We ignorant, because we never had fortune
We'll share the game, but y'all take a smaller portion
We always, in motion
Getting rid of us, is harder than getting rid of abortions
[Hook x2]
Yo come on, I'm doing this s*** for my n**** Mac
I'ma keep s*** hot and popping, till you back home baby
For my n***** in the South, these n***** don't understand
[Hook: x2]
You wan' creep with the creepers, ride with the riders
Dance with the devil, the cut throat connivers
Nothing before fam, we keep this tight like pliers
f*** with us, we'll set this b**** on fire
[Magic:]
Look, you got a couple issues need fixing
From now on in the billboard charts, your s***'s missing
No name, no dissing
That's not my style, I only beef with my fist
And I only f*** with a few, and that's my crew
Cause they gon wild out, and do the same s*** I do
We smoke humps, when we locked up
We stay locked up, because we known to tear the block up
9th Ward, is the cave I dwell in
When I fell in, I became a two time felon
Trying to switch negatives, to the positive
I chose rap, cause that's where the money is
I'm bout to do this, like the dope game
Increase the product, got every CD shelf stocked up
Cause I'm a hustler, drug smuggler
Head buster, I'm a no good m***********
I'm here to flush out, the cast-aways
Rappers riding all the s***, they did yesterday
Cause it's a new era, mo' cheddar
My pockets street, so my rhymes got better
You think a Southern n****, can't rap
But that's a paying not fact, so they sent me to handle that
You got a grudge, against Master P
Because he got more loochie, than you coward n*****'ll ever see
Plus he got me, the annihalator
Probation violator, there's none greater
You ain't gon spend, seventeen on my s***
And feel played, cause they only got a couple hits
My album, you won't believe
I work so d*** hard, my hair line's receding
I'm like Jada, kiss the game goodbye
Let's push the weak to the side, let the strong n***** ride
[Hook]
[Magic:]
Grab a seat, n**** take a listen
Am I the n****, that you should be dissing I think not
My flows run deeper, like the Mississippi
Go against this n****, it won't be pretty
You need a prescription, to cop this
And a hundred n*****, with hundred round clips won't try and stop this
Lyrically, I'm so versatile
I could rap on a Frank Sinatra track, and rock the crowd
So think, before you speak
Cause New Orleans n*****, don't beef we creep and uh
Like we creeping, to the top of this food chain
Southern n***** took a spot, in this rap game
We ignorant, because we never had fortune
We'll share the game, but y'all take a smaller portion
We always, in motion
Getting rid of us, is harder than getting rid of abortions
[Hook x2]