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Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga (Never) I could never forget where I came from This for all my muthaf**kin' soldiers native of New Orleans (Louisiana) All you Tru soldiers, give it up for Richmond, California (Puttin 'em on the map) Put 'em up, represent, where you from? (Westside, southside) Check out some of this down South shit though nigga You bout it, I'm bout' it bout it If you bout' it bout it, well, say you bout' it, bout it I represent, where them killers hang Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got our own name It's a small hood, but it's all good And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit up on my neighborhood I represent nothin' but G's (G's) From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans That murder capitol of the world, so fool watch your back The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back And niggas ain't trippin' on yo life G (Life G) They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3 So give me your gold chain, what 'bout your gold ring Niggas from down south quick to put you in that body slang I mean that body cast, ha ha, what 'bout that body bag You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass And niggas stuntin' perpetratin', talkin' shit You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split Mr crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter You best not f**k with them fools that gone on that water, water I mean that clicker juice, formaldehyde (Dang like dat) Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a f**k They leave you stuck in that muthaf**kin' black truck Break you off like some muthaf**kin' Japanese (Damn) Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's And these niggas killin' b*****s too And these b*****s settin' up niggas Cause don't give a f**k about you You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout' it, bout it Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they bout' it, bout it And that Fourth Ward is bout' it, bout it I mean that Fifth Ward and Tenth Ward You know they bout' it bout it, Twelfth ward, bout' it, bout it And that thirteenth, seventeenth uptown Downtown, across the sea Bout' it bout it, cause we bout' it, bout it My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout' it, bout it Bout' it bout it, I mean we bout' it, bout it King George, Tru you know, we bout' it, bout it Silkk, you know he bout' it, bout it My manager TC, you know he bout' it, bout it Big Ed, bout' it bout it Sonya C, you know she bout' it, bout it C-Murder, bout' it bout it Mr. Serv-on is bout' it bout it Mo. B D**k, you know he bout' it, bout it Cally G, K-Lou, bout' it, bout it Craig, you know he bout' it, bout it And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she rowdy rowdy I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm bout it Comin' from the Crescent, testin' n**s And ready to bust some of those who doubt it I'm rowdy as the f**k, hoes you best be backin' up From this below sea level ho comin' like a tornado Brings drama, either way I have to do this So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this Tru click The b***h you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race I kick your ear hole's laced with my pimp stress funk Punks playa hate because they shit be bump But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss Cause in this drama field, fool we ain't takin' no shit Downtown Sixth Ward Laffitte on guard Seven Ward hard heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard Ninth Ward, Press Park, Desire, and Florida, New Orleans So bout it every day, we comin' harder firewater Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo Gris-gris plus my etouffee got 'em payin' twenty bones So bring it on cause I gotta recognize No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you bout' it, bout it You bout' it bout it, yeah, I'm bout' it, bout it And rest in peace my girl, Jill cause she was bout' it, bout it I mean she bout' it, bout it, she was bout' it, bout it Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we bout' it, bout it Master P, you know I'm bout' it, bout it The whole New Orleans, them motherf**kers are bout' it, bout it Baton Rouge, you know they bout' it, bout it Jackson, Tennessee, you know they bout' it, bout it Alabama, even Georgia And all you other motherf**kers down in Southside Florida You know they bout' it bout it cause we bout' it bout it From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout' it, bout it Cross the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside Huh, you know they bout' it, bout it Down in Kansas City, you know they bout' it, bout it Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout' it, bout it Mean Green, you know he bout' it, bout it Craig Street, that nigga bout' it, bout it Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's bout' it, bout it My nigga, Vercy Carter, you know he bout' it, bout it Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya bout' it, bout it And all them niggas, uptown f**kin' bout' it, bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it (Bout it, bout it) Them niggas bout' it, bout it (Bout' it, bout it) My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Young nigga, he was bout' it, bout it Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout' it, bout it Yeah, if you bout it, say you bout it Being about it means you down to do whatever You bout it? I'm bout' it