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Intro
ugghh, it's time for the national anthem. ya'll niggas bout it, if you bout it, I mean you bout it, bout it, well say you bout it, bout it
I represent, it's 1990 skrilla, it's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer, cause i'm bout it, i mean i'm rowdy. I hang with them killas that everyone talk about we doing this, we doing that, we doing what, we in the studio rippin up dope tracks. Cause we real, you better guard your grill, cause if we bout it, bout it, if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed. I represent TRU, where them killas at, 3rd ward, uptown, caliope got my back, back up off me, aint' no stopping me, better gueard you grill motherf_ckers, we coming hard G. I got killas in the projects selling quarters, i got niggas from New Orleans to Florida.Bout it, bout it, i mean they rowdy, rowdy, you better watch you sh_t cause these neiiga is bout it, bout it. I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap, lay you on the floor and tell you b_tch you better break off some snaps or you dead, put the pistol to your head ain't no love where I'm from, but young niggas in the grave, I mean they dying, gone off that juice, and leave their mommas crying cause their little boy is dead, cause his color blue or red, and want to do what them other ballas said. To make some snaps, I mean to make some money, to break it up on the streest, but this game ain't funny. You wnat the be in, ain't no way out, but death or that m_therf_cking jailhouse. If you bout it, say you bout it, I roll with niggas that are bout it, bout it. I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it. C-Murder, is bout it, bout it. Big Ed, you know he bout it, bout it. Nigga BOS that nigga bout it, bout it. Big man and the caliope is bout it, bout it. vercy carter, you know he's bout it, bout it. and Cali-G in California is bout it, bout it. Mo B. Dick, you know he's bout it, bout it. Nick Pokey, you know he's bout it, bout it, and Mr. Serv-on is bout it, bout it, and Rasheem and The Mac know yas bout it, bout it. Sonya C, you know she's bout it, bout it. Silkk the Shocker, you know he's bout it, bout it, and Mia X is bout to kick some flava.....Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I done proved it. So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit Mia x representin, putting it down for the south, keep a shankin the sock, and a bullet in my mouth. So don't doubt the way the angel like voice, come across get your cucumbe sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch i keep em sick fro the way i kick my shit. and KLC got them scared cause he's back whispering it, another hit. No Limit niggas in the house, plue on nigget, with that pimpstress clout, know what I'm talking bout, boucough hustlers, and thugstas, murders, and dope fiends, feel a tast from the drama scenes, infared beams aiming at your forehead, ain't no f_cking country boys, soldiers bringing noise, leave you lying red. Puddles from af_cking crisp cut ward walls, now who will be the next to get they f-cking shoes took off. I really can't call it, cause one the gumbo be grieven, them niggas straight ballin, strike up the second line band and put your black gear on and we gonna stay bout it, you undersstand.... B-tch I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it. From Kansas City to St. Louis, they bout it, bout it, down in Memphis, you know they bout it, bout it. Fro L.A. to Alabame they bout it, bout it. Washington to Carolinas to Georgia, Cincinnati, Oklahoma, to Florida, Chattanooga, Ohia, Detriot, do that gansta walk, Lexington Kentucky, to Louisville, you know they bout it, I mean they rowdy, from Richmond Califormia to San Francisco, ot Oakland, they bout it, bout it. Down in Houston, they bout it, bout it. The Northside, Southside, you know they bout it, bout it, fro Dallas to Waco to Austin, to Jackson, Mississippi, them niggas flossin. B.M.'s on triple-gold and they bout it, that's how these ganstas roll, from Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida, to Baton Rouge ot Shrieveprot to New Orleans they bout it, I mean they rowdy. In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin, I mean they bout it, my homie Tre-8, he bout it, Lonny, Skull Dugrey, you know them fools are bout it, Ken frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Meen Green, DJ Roe, Greg Streep Levi, may they rest in peace, and all the other motherf-ckers that are dead like my little brotha Kevin Miller that was bout, bout it, bout it, bout it.
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