[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this m************ No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n****
I could gave a f*** what a n**** gotta say about me
I could gave a f*** what the media gotta say about me
n**** I ain't got no m************ english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a m*********** 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 c**e
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those b****** know
Still f***** with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My n***** spliting wigs
A couple f****** g's n**** it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f****** with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n***** in the m************ dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that m*********** pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon'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 lable so f*** Gucci and Prada n****
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come n**** I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a n**** ain't average
f*** the I.R.S. a n**** still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the n**** 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 m************ myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n**** ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f***** case, n****
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin m************ wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f***-a-n**** who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to b*** me
I'm still rowdy
n**** I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later n**** I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n**** would change?
[Chorus x 16]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this m************ No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n****
I could gave a f*** what a n**** gotta say about me
I could gave a f*** what the media gotta say about me
n**** I ain't got no m************ english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a m*********** 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 c**e
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those b****** know
Still f***** with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My n***** spliting wigs
A couple f****** g's n**** it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f****** with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n***** in the m************ dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that m*********** pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon'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 lable so f*** Gucci and Prada n****
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come n**** I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a n**** ain't average
f*** the I.R.S. a n**** still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the n**** 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 m************ myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n**** ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f***** case, n****
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin m************ wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f***-a-n**** who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to b*** me
I'm still rowdy
n**** I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later n**** I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n**** would change?
[Chorus x 16]