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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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(Master P) |
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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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(Hook) |
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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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(Master P) |
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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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(Hook) |
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(Master P) |
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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 |
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(Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs) |
