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Welcome to |
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New Orleans |
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Or should |
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I say where the fiends live |
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Home of the |
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No Limit Soldiers |
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My name is |
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Fiend Yall cluckers better get ready for this |
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Welcome to a soldier world |
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What we do what we do |
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The hood go feel me on this one |
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If they could relate ta my paper chasin |
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And knowin ain't no escape from a hungry baby in ya face |
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So I love the place |
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Gun sparks thru |
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New Orleans dark |
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So death my gat shoot ya |
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Cause of the color of my heart |
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Have to put a fool on the floor |
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And I won't ignore |
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Cause Fiend is my name |
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What made me do it |
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I live like that |
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Dope yeah |
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I charged to the game |
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Nigga I'm a man |
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So some born sense |
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To be a provider |
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No Limit rider |
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When they hollar |
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A 17th survior |
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Bout my dollars |
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Fuck the pride |
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I done got me a key |
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Funny how you got a 1000 grams |
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How the dope heads just wanta be me |
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Wanna kill me |
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A young g |
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With a half a nerve |
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About to act a fucking donkey just with half a bird |
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That's my word |
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Smoking backwoods filled with herb |
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Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb |
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The ultimate serve |
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Getting it off all in a week |
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Time to re up |
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So I'ma be up |
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Nigga I'm out in the streets |
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Nigga! (Chorus 2X) |
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I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying) |
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I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying) |
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Nigga who lied and told ya streets was safe |
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We about to burn the chase |
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In all the place |
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Go be leavin discrace |
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Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face |
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Strong arming for space |
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Withchya I'ma leave them baggin grams |
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I'm a bad man |
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Strap in my hand |
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Deep in some mad plans |
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Picture my city |
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Surrounded by criminals |
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And then some |
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I'm go have to hem one |
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And back them bitches off with the m-one |
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Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!! |
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That's what he caught |
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Makin haters life short |
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Should seen |
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Serv Insurance should of been bought |
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What the F |
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UCK you thought |
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That Fiend |
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State ya rank |
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The excited private |
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That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground |
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Till their bodies turn blue and violet |
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My greed is violent!! |
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Born with plans to be stratgegic |
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When the fun start |
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I'ma lead it |
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Rounds to the hip got some niggas parapalegic 911 go need it |
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Cuz I'm my only justice |
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Bust a barrel screamin |
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FUCKERS! My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks |
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I don't give a fuck |
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Brang ya boys and ya another gat |
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You'll be suckin the stainless barrel dick |
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Of my nigga |
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Mr. 40 Cal |
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Well!!!! Chorus til end |