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• On A Mission - Fiend
• For the N.O. - Fiend
• Do You Wanna be a Rider? - Fiend
• Do You Know? - Fiend
• The Truth Is - Fiend
• Big Timer - Fiend
• At All Times - Fiend
• War 4 Reason - Fiend
• Trip to London - Fiend
• They Don't Hear Me - Fiend
• The Rock Show - Fiend
• Talk it How I Bring It - Fiend
• Mr. Whomp Whomp - Fiend
• If They Don't Know - Fiend
• Heart of a Ghetto Boy - Fiend
• Get In 2 It - Fiend
• Been Thru it All - Fiend
• Ak'n Bad - Fiend
• Who Got the Fire - Fiend
• What Cha Mean - Fiend
• Walk Like a "G" - Fiend
• The Streets Ain't Safe - Fiend
• Take My Pain - Fiend
• Slangin' - Fiend
• Live Me Long - Fiend
• I Swore - Fiend
• Going Out With A Blast - Fiend
• Slipp Sorgen Los - Vond
• The Dark River - Vond
• Ner Livet Tar Farvel - Vond
• The Love I Never Had - Vond
• Suicide Is Painless - Vond
• Selvmord - Vond
• hÛst III - Vond
• hÛst II - Vond
• Black hole space window - Vond
• Reisen Til En Ny Verden - Vond
• To Be Yours - Phonte
• Not Here Anymore - Phonte
• Dance In The Reign (ft. Sy Smith) - Phonte
• He's So Dull - Vanity 6
• Wet Dream - Vanity 6
• Kesariya Baalama Oji Padhaaro Mhaare Des - Vineet
• Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyar - Vinod

[C-Murder talking]
You know you done fucked up?
You know you done fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you really fucked up.
We on a muthafuckin mission.
I'm ridin dirty with my TRU muthafuckas.
Fiend, Steady Mobbin', C-Murder in this bitch.
Retaliation is a must.
Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries.
[C-Murder]
Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to kill 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my TRU niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my TRU bitches so nigga on a mission
[Chorus:] (Lines echo in background) X 4
In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love
[Fiend]
Fiend, my reason to gunplay
Loadin my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a dead end
So I could show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..?..) get my adrenalin goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
I severed the crusher, and buried my (..?..)
Over the dresser, Fiend the trigga my lesser
Gon test ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to exorcism
Completed my mission, huh?
By lettin the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a mission
Chorus X 4
[Steady Mobbin' 1]
(..?..) the cleaner, alias Saddam, nigga
(What's up there?) Cold cop killers
Now it's really on (What's up fool?)
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (We doing it!)
C-Murder and Fiend (There they go!)
We dump the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (Make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (Nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (Nigga!) all in one night (They die!)
[Steady Mobbin' 2] (A lot of these lines are overlapped by screams,
gunshots, etc. Hard to understand...)
Pulled the trigga on my nigga (Not my nigga, damn!)
As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
(Damn dog, don't go nigga!)
Bitches scream, nigga (..?..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was runnin
My dog's head was blew off
I'm bustin hella (?) (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
(..?..), with a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the trigger men

Hear that?
Sucker got ice cubes in a cup nigga!
It's like I'm coolin my drink off nigga!
And this my watch boy!
Like I'm coolin my drink off!
We all paid over here nigga!
Yeah! Yeah boy! Yeah!
C'mon, c'mon
[Verse 1]
I get up early and grab my stash-uh
First on the set to bust my ass-uh
Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
Even deep down I know crack kills-uh
Could you blame me totin this heat-uh
Things sweet, but I want shit sweet-uh
I'm the Fiend around here, I got a provider
I hear slangin this hard white powder
Shit live, but I want shit liver
Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor
Hurtin people, I'm a well known dodger
That's why I sing my hustle chant so loud-uh
Chorus:
Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
C'mon I said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Only in New Orleans, nigga, No Limit!
[Verse 2]
Hustlin never stops until you finish
How we're livin over here at No Limit
Got what you want from rap, the good D-uh
You get the pounds from (..?..)
Right now tell me what you need from me-uh
Cause I got big boulders 2 for 3-uh
Inspired from Master P's Ghetto D-uh
Where I learned ain't shit comin for free-uh
The beat came from my nigga KLC-uh
And I'm capital F-I-E-N-D-uh
Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars
And bout weed and money can't holla
I out here for the paper and power
Gettin off this shit at all times and hours
Cause the way I put it, is I serve enough dubs
My shit gon' be the coldest in the club, nah
Chorus

Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X)
Do you wanna be a rider?
Yeah, I wanna be a rider
Are you ready for the power?
Yeah, I'm in there for the power
Got 'cha gat right beside ya?
They must evolve in power
Do you work by the hour?
Then the deal must be sour
[Fiend]
I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the ghetto makin sales
Leaving bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell
My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you live
My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid
It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live
Though, blame it on Christ, we can happen and deny
I get the cappin for the strise, have a toastin like the hawk
And control as the evil men do, as if they was a cup
Chorus 2X
[Magic]
Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts
Where you niggas that appose me? May y'all rest in peace
I defied and lost man kind, so father forgive me
But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy
Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause these families?
Unable to control myself, I'm pleadin in insanity
I'm beggin for my lives cause I'm hated for death
I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep
I was born a killer, I've been rejected from society
Fiend's on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me
I try to be a better image for my family
But I'm a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider
Chorus 2X
[Prime Suspects]
Murder, murder, wonder was the victim I caught slippin?
Now I'm trippin, so drop that
I'm having flag, best to get popped at
Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap
He's blamed it to the states and I can tell you what happened
Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and brangin
Pain to the family or the nigga named Raymond
Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 ( Uno)
Death blow to the full of the made one
What you know about the powder to the powder, hour after hour
On the block, with the glock cockers, dills go sour
Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release
Prime Suspects keeps the heat cuz we riders
Chorus 2X
[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
I'm stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive
Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga
I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist line
I waited for my time, Gotti, I'm down to ride
Alias forgive me, for the sins who commit
But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with
I'm out for show, bitch told me, ";Gun up for show."; Hundred round drum
Niggas I'm bustin for fun, make it blood run
Duckin for fun, I live my life on the run
But keep my eyes in the pride, cuz if I slip and I die
So niggas, I'm down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha
[Fiend]
Because it No Limit
[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
Get ready to die wit 'cha
Chorus 2X

Chorus: (Fiend) [All] 9X
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
[Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit]
[Mystikal] (Fiend)
I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar
I'm the 18-wheeler rolling over the armadillo
I'm the orange-and-blue fire comin from under the skillet
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
I'm the dick in the pussy, I'm the fly on the shit
I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo
I'm that loud, hard [thumping sound] that killed the mosquito
I'm the motherfuckin red ant draggin the bettle
Nigga remember me when you was shootin up? I was that needle
When you coughin, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest
When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh
I'm every last sad note from the violin
I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin
I was the voice in your head that was tellin you not to try it again
Now I'm the carbon dioxide that replace your oxygen
I'm the mysterious, Mystikal monument
I'm the man, I'm the south, I'm the muthafuckin prince
Chorus: repeat 8X
[Fiend]
Me? A bad motherfucker, boy
Hater destruction, pistol bustin (BHAW, BHAW)
I'm the chubby one cussin, verbally keep em (?)
Herbaly keep em puffin, all the weed that I need
Smokin some trees, I groove from some left over seeds
Leave it to the soldier's creed
on the set where they pretends (TAKE THAT)
Throwin some hot shit nigga (TAKE THAT BOY) faded all my ends
Give a fuck if it were ten
I want nine and the change (GIVE MY CHANGE BOY)
Doing strange things behind mine and my change, boy (COMIN, COMIN)
I'm a bad man, let it be known to any cop (FUCK Y'ALL)
Use a ten, many glocks and got plenty in stock (GOT MORE NIGGA)
If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated
Computer can't delete it
And penicillin can't defeat it
Chorus X 8

Man come on girl, you know we tryin to do something.
You gonna get it on before I train set' here?
(Hey hey Fiend, c'mon man.
They got some more over here.)
Now, what up shorty let a solider come rap a taste with ya
Lay a rear on what possessed Sleepy to come and get ya
You've been chillin in the corner too cool and collective
And I'm tired of judgin you from the clubs perspective
You see I'm very selective of who I done and do
You don't know me, I'm fiend, I only fuck with a fewI
I'm trying to do something with you without the crowd of all
Lets escape in my ride to get this problem solved
Now I done dodged them all, just to feel your persona
Often to break the ice with the finest marijuana
Lady call your mama and just ease your lil nana nana
Cause you ain't goin home, you done run up on the Jones
Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on
You remember me, in my younger twenties and full of energy
You keep it on my mind, see I hear you killin me
This ain't bragging or boasting
They tryin to convincing you done it to a brother with your victorias
See I'm socially speaking, in search of a quite freakin
Girl, give me one week and I'm a have your ass tweakin
Medications decreations, survive and put down a beating
Skip the movies no needing and the mom and dad meeting
Get this and no I don't' need no bitches
Just someone ain't tripping on the hugs and kisses
Drop your clothes at the door walk over here slow
Lets see how many hours you can go
Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on
Now look, the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Now look look the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone
You should tell all that from my tone
And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan
Maybe you and I can get it on
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me
Now girl I'm choosing you
Get it on with me, now come home with me
Now girl what you tryin to do
Get it on with me without owning me

Chorus [Fiend]: X 2
Whoa there, big timer, big timer
I got money to the ceiling
Whoa there, big timer
Won't 'cha, make your money and do what ya wanna
[Mia X]
Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia)
Don't even ask if I could handle it
Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is)
Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
Mint greens labeled in God we trust'n
Bustin at the haters in the way of progress
Cause I ain't tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That's stress
I only want the best that there is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag about the shit I don't got
So when you see the E4-20 know that it's mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my rhyme
Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my house
Paid out too, so I know I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don't like that
But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air
And cock your nine for them jackers out there
Live your life, boy
Chorus X 2
[Fiend]
I be crackin like chiropractors
Fiend the young bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
Now forever paid with Mama Mia and the Master
I cause disasters from the S's to the G
No clubs won't start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills
See these chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the house on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no light
The more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and just piss ya
Might take a long line, the dance floor on Whispers
Chorus X 2

Welcome to New Orleans
Or should I say where the fiends live
Home of the No Limit Soldiers
My name is Fiend
Yall cluckers better get ready for this
Welcome to a soldier world
What we do what we do
The hood go feel me on this one
They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin
Knowin it ain't no escape from a hungry baby in ya face
So I love the place
Gun sparks thru New Orleans dark
So death my gat shoot ya
Cause of the color of my heart
Have to put a fool on the floor
And I won't ignore
Cause Fiend is my name
What made me do it
I live like that
That dope he go have to charge it to da game
Nigga I'm a man
So I have to have some born sense
To be a provider
No Limit rider
When they hollar
17th survior
Bout my dollars
Fuck the pride
I done got me a key
Funny how you got a 1000 grams
How the dope heads just wanta be me
Wanna kill me
A young g
With a half a nerve
About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird
That's my word
Smoking backwoods filled with erb
Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb
The ultimate serve
Getting it off all in a week
Time to re up
So I'm go be up
Getting the grind in the streets
Nigga!
(Chorus 2X)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying)
Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe
We about to burn the chase
In all the place
Go be leavin discrace
Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face
Strong arming for space
Which shop
I'm go leave them baggin grams
I'm a bad man
Strap in my hand
Give me some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by crimnals
And then some
I'm go have to hit one
And back them bitches off with my m-one
Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!!
That's what he caught
Have to lay him in chalk
Should seen Serv
Insurance should of been bought
What the FUCK you thought
That Fiend
State ya rank
The silent private
That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground
Till there bodies turn blue and violet
My greed is violent!!
Born with plans to be ?
When the folks come I'm go leave it
Got him in the headlock
Some niggas ?
911 go need it
My nine my only justice
Rollin past screamin fuckers
My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks
I don't give a fuck
Brang ya boys and ya another gat
You'll be suckin up stains
Beware of my nigga
Mr.40 cal
Well!!!!
Chorus til end

-Yo what's up, this KL. It's about 4:30 in the morning
Date March 9th 1999
We doing this song to inspire anybody out there
having to war for a right cause
So, this song for you
Chorus: Now when I war I war for reason
Start the cars like the ?Gods? cause we all are leaving
I'm a survivor with heart so there'll be no treason
Get your final prayers in cause somebody bleeding
Can ya say the same. 2x
My favorite word is strategic destined to make the disbelieve believe
Our street teaching if I die you know I O-D'd it
Ghetto nigga receive it when I FedEx and release it
Fiend highly needed in the hood to cut they teeth with
I'm F-I-E-N-D shottie
That adrenaline when you waring with somebody
But smarter than the average about as bad as as it is
Who really wants to see what a savage is
Will fuck with my family, money, my piece and mighty my dawgs
In any city my nigga that's proper cause
I'm the judge, jury, bailiff and all laws
Disrespect you'll never live to see how you lost
Chorus: Repeat 2X
I know they scared I'm on some other shit
Bulletproofly prepared with the toughest click
Ain't this a bitch, they done fucked up and let me loose
My enemies sware that I'm tripping like Bishop from Juice bad as ??
Keep a nigga like me high and calm
Weeded cause my condition is nothing from the norm
Off the douja, that was caught up in my blury vision
I was screaming at you ";go"; but you niggaz didn't listen
What I'm missing is a couple of ??
Living explosive like a bomb with a silent tick
Blessed with a gift to speak to my breed only
Thug, survivors and soldiers its all the same army
Nah
Chorus: Repeat 2X
My one child philosophy if I reveal lets rock it who stopping me
Bloody 20's in my hand while cops steady popping me
Logically rotten me getting close to castastrophe
Choose to let that chopper speak before they put rock in me
Silently but violently before they called truce
Anything I'm blasting the pain can reduce
I knew in my head I had someting loose
Mentally in the streets that's all of my troops
Mercenary survivor first soldier always
Combat ready since I walked the school hallways
The Excited Private who you think that I'm writing for
Mental wards, the mind's behind bars what I'm fighting for
Chorus: Repeat 2X
-We ain't out here fighting for nothing nigga
Everytime you open your mothafucking eyes on the street you fighting for something
Fighting to live, fighting to survive
Just know what the fuck you fighting for

[Fiend]
He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missle and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
To feed the kanine, look, I keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts if they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine, chance with the killer when I chase mine
I wear bullet proof transform, leave a number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[Mo B. Dick]
Yeah you didn't want to listen the first time nigga warned ya.
But now nigga bring that pain to your ass now.
Look where you at, look where you at now nigga.
What?
[Kage]
Bitch, you bitch.
The game's survival, follow motto of Fiend's eleven hollows
And if I woes my rivals, represent the cash to Austin Powers
Toss a towel, it's the arrival of the most powerful shots sprayed
Like your ex girlfriends, and goes, finger fuckin gun and ammos
Lay a centerfold who they feel like Congo
Fuck a knife when we jump out the Bronco
With the four fours, uptown desperado
Hit you with a Roy Jones combo, this ain't a boat load
To your afro, murder you, come to your funeral
Buck and peel low, it's a new time, here's the intro
Fuck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals
[O'Dell]
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came with me to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came with me to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came to London

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I'm the hardest thing out here, watch a young nigga doubt this here
About this here, nothing really taking me out this here
I got this here, smoking plenty pot this year
You see this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here
I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear
Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here
Who really wanna test the tank, well then come stop this here
A lyrical come come this Jones is on top in here
Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here
Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here
Not in here, nigga watch this here
I keeps the dub about the give it the fuck up
Cause somebody gonna pop they top in here.
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
Got up the game for bigger cash, keep one up in the hand just to let that
trigger blast I'm smoking weed just to keep from whippin ya'll niggas ass
Wanna picture that, a bucked up coming out faces screaming out gimme that
You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that
Cause where I'm from, these streets is where you kill to be pealed
And what you claim bitch you better be real
Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill
And you should know tank doggs don't heal
Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back
I woulda turned firm when a mack that would didn't blast
Fiend, Get It On Jones, ain't nothing sweet
Your guns from heat cause No Limit still run the streets
Woo
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they heard me

Verse one:
36 ounces of thousand in grams
I ain't never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick
Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick
Who wanna hunger young rick
Thinking I can't get, out the situation
I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick
Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga
Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to give her
Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps
Catch me in the set and I'ma have what'cha want want
Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my health
And tell the Temp service, ain't blood myself
Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt
And proving thy self from cream that don't melt
Chorus:
(Nigga why) Before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp)
36 ounces of thousand in grams
If it ain't legal and from Uncle Sam
36 ounces of thousand in grams
How I get them cars, houses, and land
36 ounces of thousand in grams
You ain't seeing shit till money in hand
36 ounces of thousand in grams
Verse two:
My brother and cousin got a plan
Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands
But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands
A ten millimeter for protection
For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah
I cost to cigars from being broke
And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah
To old for McDonalds, that killed hope
And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah
Penetentries chance's here I come
That nigga move to fast I'ma pop his ass one (pop)
Drop his ass one (pop)
Bringing home the brick
What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git
Chorus

Fiend(verse 1):
I'm from the city where they ride around town
Windows half down
Pissed and disgusted ready to blow a half pound
Bodies been to lost and found, around wantin' my crown
Gun shots sounds evil faces and ash mounds
Problems how nigga saw with 38 that revolve
Give a fuck how smaller talk, wouldn't go through it all..bitch!!!
I'm dirty as I wanna be and nobody harming me
Honey, money, got ...these niggas steadly swarming me
When the fuck will my hustle stop, oh now dog you don't know
Just kill yo-self and invite me to your funeral
I'm microphone charmed, the coldest thing born
Come at me wrong givin' reasons for your family to mourn
Chorus:
Thats why I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it
So I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it
Verse 2:
I hit the block when the coppers leave
Walking the ghetto passed out marijuana(?) tree
Follow me, going to get a ounce of coki-ana leaves
See the beef(?)
Whats up with cha carin' the boys done started stackin'
Cause all I wanted was money bitches and cars
Cuz I've gone to war, with niggas from different checks and boulevard
Representin' my ward, my brotha's made me hard now
Ain't scared to live or scared to die
Got niggas that been jailed for years
Don't ask me why
I'm 265.....For the pride, niggas are rimmed high
And screaming killa you could see it in my eye
My kind don't testify, get on the stand and cry
I bring it were u lie, keep a bitch for an aliby
Thats why I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it
So I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The life I chose some niggas are scared to walk it
So I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it
So I talk it like I bring it
Bring it like I talk it (whomp)
The path I chose some niggas are scared to walk it

Guy:
Bitch! Who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga
Turn him up on the mic
Verse one:
Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti
Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam dottie
When they call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em
Or just, bad motherfucker, because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em
I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em
Before I put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em
Look, I won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie
(Soldier put it on something)
Put it on my mama and her mammie
Lay it, thrown out the nanny
Got these niggas hate me ballie
Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me
Don't have my marbles at all, I'm horrible dog
Don't believe me, watch me, action when I give this call
Chorus:
It's mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there gotta be a)
Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)
Whomp, whomp, whomp
Verse two:
I'm the dopiest thing since the Rock
Cause the stock about a single jaws block
The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock
I'm gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga
When you bought the Cd, you got it because of my name nigga
The one with the double R, till every track he busted on
Won't give a fuck who else on, look I'm pure competition
Just an example with the expedition
And I'm still making songs for the prisons
Nigga's besta tip, and went when C.B. Jones came about
Can't see a nigga taking me out
From Tennessee to Atlanta, shy town, and back home
What they wanna here when I touch that microphone
Chorus
Verse three:
I use to use to be a drug pusher
Now I'm that dope in your sub-woofer
Only for the coke cookers that ook us
But ain't no affording me
Can't go no where don't act accordingly
The only person that notice me is God and that nigga recording me
You wanted a hero well here I be, capital F-I-e-n-d you peeping me
See frequently fucking over your frequency
Talking 'bout our producers like quantity
Follow me, every since I said the quarter ki
Checking for me in Blockbuster every quarterly
Pardon me, I don't know if I'm the shit, or just another nigga bump
But right now I'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk
Chorus

You ain't never been to my city where niggas my age don't like coppers
Who rifles there could divide ya or call choppers
Where dopeheads look like you and me
But usually the habit of some ? easy to get your three
Trapped from free world money woman your missin
You can smell it from can taste or poppys chicken
The police snitch when they think its there ass
Should've thought about that when you was flashin your badge
All turfs are wars your blunts are our cause
Young ghetto bitches only they want ghetto stars
Bet your real ward if you fuckin hears people
Sensitive dicks make the game so lethal
Sequals ain't never heard ain't no sequals on the streets
Oh yes my people it can happen in a week
Peep my location or when the dope casin
And hoes that don't like me work with the police station

This one, this one so fresh I'm still reading it off the paper man
it's just one of dem' nights you, you know fuck it
if ya'll don't never hear nothing again from me
you know it was said here
right over here
My people screamed for revenge
So Fiend was called upon
Job description was get it on
Protect your mental, heart and your dome
You may die cause' of your tone
Young, black and strong
I was meant and sent
Cause' some of the real was all gone
Since birth til' now I got holes in my T-shirt
From fighting with anybody that wants to see me hurt
Took it needle and blood
Second and first love
Fuck giving a fuck
Blame me not the drugs
I motivates myself
Grab a rocket off my shelf
A extra match and now I'm feeling like myself
Without help I could spot and just kill a decoy
Really end what i destroyed
With a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
Man I ain't got no million dollars
I'm still in the ghetto
Hear me holler
Mr. 5-0 dollar
Trying to break nobody's collar
Wanting to give the baby something to follow
But shit I'm smoking like coffee lids
Trying to deal with what is
Screaming letta nigga live
And don't kick the door in my crib
I was off he even found where I lived
Now is it a crime to be black?
And walk the streets wit' cha' gat?
To protect family knock somebody off the map
Distributing crack to put clothes on they back
I did it, and still do it if thats where I'm at
But see I'm best where I'm at
Up in this sack right into this back wood
Wanting everyday to be that good
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
With a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
Yeah I been facing the depths of hell
For how long?
23 years
And I choose to speak my mind even if its my career
The only fear that i discovered ain't returned and ain't coming
And the faith that I have ain't in no car in no woman
Everyday I'm stumbling to a smarter me
A harder me
Revealing my strength for they try to swallow me
I done read what they didn't want me to read
Learn to need what they didn't want me to need
Shit look I really gotta house full of guns
A couch full of ones
Just in case I don't understand the outcome that life taught
Let me leave you with this thought
Why the lion needed courage and he already had heart....
of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy (why why why)
(why why why)
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
Why why why
live live live
why why why
live live live
why why why
live live live
why why why
In the heart of a ghetto boy
in every man young man old man
there lies one
in the heart of a ghetto boy

Boy you done fucked up now
Boy .....
[Fiend]
All I know you better duck when I blast run when I pass (and get somewhere)
Come up with my cash I'ma up and get mask (and get somewhere)
Take what I'm owed I'ma have to unload (the ??)
Re-stock the rifles ?? (cause I'm street with it)
Never be punked keep one in the trunk (my deadly assassin)
Get to jumping the skunk Mr Whomp (and I'm acting bad)
Loaded and full don't try none of that bull (2 steps to the head)
Go on and pull ?? (they'll find you dead)
Down in the south claiming the heat (let 'em bleed)
Going to get bucked and not give a fuck (where its ass bleed)
This ain't just words and I damn sure can't fake it
What I'm trying to say is you a coward and you might not make it
Chorus:So what we got to do to get into it
What we got to do to get into it
Boy thinking we can do it
[Mia X]
Now we can flip anything that I front ya
You say nigga I ride before you bring mine's
I'ma leave yours outlined in chalk
And if you talk to them f-e-d's
Like the street code homie then the catfish are hungry
Too many phony mothafuckas try to step in the circle
Don't you know TRU bitches will hurt you
Break your shirt too Mia X (Mama Drama)
coming and swinging at dumb hoe beaters
Right and left will crush you attitude adjuster
Fuck get ready for war nigga send them on in
Cause I got more guts than nare ??
I fears no man or woman and kin after them
My gat retracts at them reacts and claps at them
Nigga
Chorus: Repeat 4X
[Fiend]
Now I done seen your kind before you walked that line before
Plenty niggaz talking they sticking ass out ??
I don't hide from my hoes bitch I meet 'em where I tell 'em
And let the results be 3 days and you'll smell 'em
I can't give a nigga the satifaction of altercation
Miscommunication got his ass with a bang face
Chasing mothafuckas up the block if I have to
Don't think that I won't smack you or bitch slap you
With something filthy I bought for the dark
6 shot ghetto hot so I can't be caught
Look I fuck with 'em I let the bulldog talk to 'em
Don't got the pedigree of a g until it bark to 'em

yeah nigga
Fiend nigga
Nineteen nigga nigga nigga what
Me and Mr. Magic in this motherfucker
And let yall know we done been thru it all
(verse 1) Fiend
I done been thru it all lettin the dope pop
Meanin let that one drop
We left and slung rocks
Spit on cops before the sun drop
Behind 4 grams ?
Say no damn man no one stand
This ghetto coolant
Toss my hot shotty
In the veteran pen
Store bitches rent
Remove feds tappin my niggas Benz
Burn twice the same bitch
So I guess I just burn twice
I kept on waterin it in light
For points hit with dice
My supper was eggs and rice
Badge up in my phone ribs
Retaliated that was just a block from my crib
Survive snitches that hate
Bitch that work with undercovers
Lost friends and my brothers
And i'm still tryin to cover
(chorus) Fiend MAGIC
I done been thru it all
SO WHAT YOU USED TO LIKE KILL NIGGAS
I done been thru it all
SO WHAT YOU WAS LIKE A DOPE DEALER
Bitch I been thru it all
SO WHAT YOU USED TO LIKE JACK NIGGAS
Nigga I been thru it all
(verse 2) Magic
yeah
I think yall niggas really fucked up
I kill niggas I feel niggas I peel niggas
Thats not to mention what I did when I was a lil nigga
I been thru it all no nigga goin bother me
I was in the 7th grade actin reckless jackin niggas on canal street
I been in the game since a nigga was sellin puffers
I never watched a fight cause I was always in a scuffle
You cant out-hustle a hustler
I was born with this thug in my blood
And since it takes one to know one
Then show this nigga some love
Im a two thousand soldier
You can catch me in my Navi blowin dolja
With a .45 by my side cause I can remember being vicious
It aint been long since i've been broke so I kill a nigga for lookin suspicous
Paranoid about my money
Im tryin to make a couple a mill
So I can see how many lots I can fill
Its Mr. fuckin M-A-G-I-C
And meant any you dont wanna fuck wit me
Cause I done been thru it all
(chorus) MAGIC Fiend
So what you was locked up or somethin
I BEEN THRU IT ALL
Oh so you was the one who used to rock it up or somethin
BITCH I DONE BEEN THRU IT ALL
Oh you the nigga that rob a nigga shop or somethin
I BEEN THRU IT ALL
(VERSE 3) MAGIC Fiend
MAN YOU NIGGAS KNOW ME
I DONE BEEN SHOT I DONE BEEN STABBED
I DONE GOT JUMPED AND FUCKED UP
Well I was kidnapped
Had a gat on my back
And used all my luck up
BUT STILL IM IN YOUR FACE SCREAMIN 9TH WARD NIGGA
And i'm a 17 survivor hustlin for the bucks
YOU NIGGAS IS SCARED OF ME AFRAID OF ME
YOU DONT WANT OUR TROUBLES
They wanna prepare for me
Take care of me but our bullets come in couples
YALL REMEMBER THESE TWO NIGGAS IS CAUSIN THE GAME
Or we goin cock bust and scream our?
(chorus) Fiend MAGIC
SO WHAT YOU WAS LIKE A SEVENTEEN HEAD BUSTER
I been thru it all
CAUSE I KNOW I WAS 9TH WARD DOME CRUSHER
I been thru it all
MAN THEM NIGGAS DONT KNOW US RIGHT
Bitch I been thru it all
THEM NIGGAS DONT KNOW US RIGHT
YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND THAT THOUGH
KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN?

[Fiend]
Uh huh.
That's them there.
That's them there.
[Fiend/Skull Duggery]
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
[Skull Duggery]
Like the bitch I appear dead in your shit
Make you run from the thoughts nigga, that'll conflict
I maintain in murder hood shit (murder hood shit)
Cause I'm a Third Ward Stunter, uptown roamer,
from Second and Clara nigga
I get ya, I wet ya, I told ya
Niggas still can get hit and run from that shit
Trying to get to a save havan where he can die at, where he can cry at
Where that lance fill the soul, he cold
As I make it round the block (round the block),
squeezing hard (squeezing hard)
Forty five nigga, in my right palm (in my right palm)
As I get to your spot, nigga you cold (you cold)
So I left three shots off in you low (every shot in you low)
Cause I told you I'm from the Crescent (Crescent)
where you testin (testin)
Big easy nigga, get dirty down and greasy nigga
Nigga, feed my mind with the evil thoughts,
I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Cause I told ya nigga, I'm ak'n bad (I'm ak'n bad)
[Fiend/Skull Duggery]
We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
[Fiend]
Bring it where the dirt lies cause I was seeking it to destroy
Under twenty five and I caused a killer to die and I'm unemployed
I takes no joy up in another mans pain
But in my mind somehow I hate to find the word called strain
Obtain machan' before you place me in the game
I'm a survivor, watch they holler when I let loose this thang
And I'm swamp and gumbo living
So if yall niggas coming with 'em, 'fore I rid 'em
Yall better talk some senses in 'em
Cause New Orleans niggas don't yap where I'm from
Bust backs with a gun, up in the club, get to clapping and swung
And my bullets don't hum, they burn
And it ain't no aftermath if you catch a nigga ak'n bad
I make this loud shit sound good, knock on wood
Who am I, little nigga up to no good, out the hood
Watch me show you what I could, I got with a spatch' and a half
Look at my lyrical habit for cabbage, bitch you see me ak'n bad
[Fiend/Skull Duggery]
We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
[Mystikal]
How many niggas yall know will come in this bitch
Take out an album and drum on the track
How many niggas yall know even gonna try to come close
To doin what I done on the track
I'm the one on the track, smoking like I'm blowing a blunt on the track
I'm out in front of the track, bustin like a forty five gun on the track
Yall know what I know yall better step aside and let the best come in
And yall niggas that talkin that shit yall really better catch some wind
You fuckin with Fiend, you fuckin with Skull, you fuckin with me
I'll fuck you up the same time I fuck up the beat
You can't stop ak'n bad, ak'n bad
I gets way up in your ass, in your ass
I gets paid a lotta cash, lotta cash
Oh ah ah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I'm hard and I will roll, I'm still cold
Twenty eight years old (got plenty more) got plenty more
Bitch I'm the man, cars hanging out the garage,
lights on top of flashing pads
Like my little brother Reece I'll take a licking and keep on
[Fiend/Skull Duggery]
We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad
I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad

[Master P]
Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on?
[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(No Limit wanna know)
[I said smoke it]
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
[Fiend]
Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga
Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I
The keeper of the reaper
Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal
Pull over, I'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell?
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since God goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
Got a story to tell
Which is, the life of the baddest
Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict
Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit
Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick
I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed
Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin
No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin
Only the green stickin, for the record
[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[I'm a smoker]
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Snoop wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[I said, who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
[Snoop Dogg]
Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough
But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit
I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen
I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam
Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes
I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime
But times done change, now I'm havin mines
And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines
I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it
I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet
For tryin to sell me bullshit
You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town
Now, I'm a smoker
Now you know what that mean?
Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town
Somebody always approach me talkin bout ";I got the chronic,
We got the chronic."; Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with
Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?

[Fiend]
What up out there kenfo
This be Fiend coming at like this here here
I brought a couple of my people with me
Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel
A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here
Chorus
What cha mean, mean, heard about
Soldiers got some daily clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
[Soulja Slim]
(Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
than the rest of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas
Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin
On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing
No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling
Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit
All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O
But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know
Chorus x2
[Kane & Abel]
You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock
and pop my shots clean up your block
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain
When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect
Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette
like the weed when i lower my tek
Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626
Is something you hate cause your boy
just got flipped, AK with a strong clip
In the hood I bust you with the tank,
in the pen I trust you with the shank
My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank
all the way to the motherfucking bank
Chorus x2
[Mac]
Now what yall mean, niggas on my team
they all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the street
to get the green, knowa mean
Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend
I still scream WOAH!
In the drop where my nigga walk
runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier
so he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south
where the po-po's scout
Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout
won't leave your house
Cause at night, nigga freaks come out
Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You might connect the grip
shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
Like the peoples in summertime agent trip
Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas
do the murderman dance on their enemies
And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die
Chorus x2
[Fiend]
What the world don't know is I'm a hurt
A soldier without a pause
I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws
My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to ride explain a million of hostile
The burn feels like almost a step from death
Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest
Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest
Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the test
with the charge the best, cause I open your chest
God bless, I made my way back so I can say that
Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac
Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change
After soldier consediration, I'm the live range
Chorus x4

Chorus (2x): You gotta walk like a ";g";
Talk like a ";g";, walk like a ";g";
I got em lovin my drug dealer strut
[Fiend]
Somethin about the way I make moves, some think it the shoes And just,
uh, mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU
When I do, what I do, and talk that slang
Makin the hardest street niggaz askin me can they hang
Ain't no thang, but you must wear khakis or ?G-bose?
Neck touchin some gold, and fully don't love hoes
Blowin smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos
Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose
Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind wanderin and steady servin fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin me this funny step
Chorus 4x
[Soulja Slim]
I walk, high talk, Gs up and soldiers down
I used to bob and weave when I was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, when Slim come around
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I talk
4-4 boys I used to balk, but now I got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty
I love fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like Charlie
Ask Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could call it
My mama told me I still walk the same way
Talk the same way, every since I was yay
Chorus 4x
[Fiend]
I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that I ball
3 months, fuck the walker, I was struttin 'fore I crawl
Before the old school even had the, ";Yes, yes, ya'll!";
I was spendin my uneven money on my family in the mall
Young Fiend, was the guard, I breaks rules with it
My ? got grooves with it, cause I packs tools with it
I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear minks in the winter, Tank iced in the center
My step is the agenda, not only this voice
But they its bout my hips, naw they ain't havin my choice
Now the moral to the story is that I'm cold with it
Made a song about my stroll with it
If you was with it, can ya dig it?
Chorus 4x

What up
Welcome to New Orleans
Where police are corrupt
And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21
But see me? I made up my mind a long time ago that I'd never fall into that
system
I'm a hustle till I get enough, then I'm a get out
But you know what? I got caught up. Started fiending for that shit.
So now anything you sell, any corner you work for, remember that's my shit
I could take it from you any time I want to
As long as you know that, I won't have to make an example outta you.
Remember, That's the words of Fiend
[chorus]
I say the streets ain't safe I know I could be a goner
Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner
And nigga Fiend know one day he's gonna have to die
But What? nigga What?
And with my gat on my side, I'm still gonna be the baddest alive(alive)
I'm an automatic pistol bustin' He laughs, screamin' down to the haters
Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later
But Fiend...?...of bieng the baddest
Later On, Never to go, just mama command us
Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day
Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain't prayin'
Forgive me, I almost waited for my breed to help me
They won't doubt me so I'm a take somethin to get wealthy
Healthy, young, got a gun ain't afraid to lose it
This corner, I'm about to lose it. It's life I ain't choosin'
I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here
Killa face fear but I plans to make and count cake here
Get down and show me you're Bout It Come and take what I took
That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook
Project walls shook, until Fiend's Spirit rose in me
I chose to ";G";, Wait until the world get a load of me
[chorus]
Lord they know i don't fuck around
Livin' every day like my last
It's a damn shame the dirt I done did for the cash
Is it my fault? Makin' sure my hood gonna eat
Not seein' defeat, nigga I just stood to my feet
Cocked every rock that I had, Cooked all the dope I could cook
Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look
Sellin' the shit I stole
Have mercy on my soul
And these shops about to be closed
Cause Fiend about to roll
This ain't no war to stage
Feel the wrath and my rage
It's bieng displayed
At the effect of poverty's case
This ain't no phase, I'm trapped with that want to live
To protect mine, I miss you with rounds of hot shit
My glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal
And the way of my pain, so for God we gonna hurt you
It ain't personal, with the thought of playin with my math
Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath)
[chorus]
My life has seen shit like this. I got to much will invested
Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested
Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested
Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it
See I'm blessed with the game, Came along with my name
Tested for fame, Pushin' out crack cocaine
But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary
And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary
Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another
If I'd have known what i know now, I wouldn't have lost my brother
Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow
But some stash you're doe, you could see the casket front row
I know cause I done seen some casualties burn
Plagued ?
So now them niggas gonna learn
It's my turn
So when the courts ask for a plea
My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me
[chorus]
3X

(Master P chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
this ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(Fiend talking)
There comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got Sons of Funk,
an me Fiend, an my people, Master P an Silkk
they ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life.
Verse 1- (Fiend)
Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for wakin this soldier,
cuz in this cruel world its hard to walk these streets bein sober,
it hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders,
it's all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
an to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
pillows an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
but that's the way of the ghetto,
see yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to pass ";A"; grade,
see they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
sellin they book of food stamps at night,
I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
cuz I can't afford to lose another gender life,
but livin this bend you could lose it if it came today,
it rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(Chorus-Sons of Funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same man,
the way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(Master P chorus x4)
Verse 2-(Master P)
UGHHH! Lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave,
dear mama keep yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid,
these ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream,
my auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole life to stack some chips,
an it's a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
an mama cryin......cuz church's be packed,
an all yo family an friends dressed in black,
an it's a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
some say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt,
sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
in the ghetto's ???tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
(Chorus x2)
(Master P chorus x4)
Verse 3-(Silkk The Shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
in the pourin rain,
tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born son of a king,
instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
why my brother got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
now through it all I tried to ball an keep it real,
they say they don't feel what I feel,
I guess cuz they don't live where I live,
see my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
didn't wanna see her cry,
but I seen her through the face of the mirror
wipin tears from her eyes,
an my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cuz of stress,
an if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose death?
(chorus until song ends)
(Master P chorus x4)
(Fiend talking)
Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
this for all my ghetto fiends out there
fightin these street wars, to all my No Limit soldiers
to everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo pain
this ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away
rest in peace
Kevin Bailey, Kevin Miller. Tryin to take the pain away, Fiend

[Master P]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, MP.
But uh, Fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C.
U.G.K. and Fiend? This straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary.
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free. This for all the real
Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? No Limit style.
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit.
[Bun B]
You muthafucka, I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
and you muthafuckin bustas
[Chorus:(1) Fiend]
Boy, we down south bangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[Chorus:(2) Fiend] X 3
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[Pimp C]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end
Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with Bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped
Get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and love that shit to lean
I'm down with Dj Screw and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend
And we ridin with some killas, niggas bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers, and bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
[Chorus:(2)] X 4
[Fiend]
What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin, powder, and pussy tryin to make pennies
Payin off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin these niggas the Jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
Lookin, death dead on
Knowin I was dead wrong
From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin tank
Niggas know N.O., dank, and elevate
My rank, what you call it?
Bustin out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin, blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin, resist the No Limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas
[Chorus:(2)] X 6

[Fiend]
All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce
Reminisce take chance as I remember this
I was fifteen, anti fiend
Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream
All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie
The pen and pad, and I have a papi
Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
Shit, New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars
See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause
I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws
I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you
See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well
Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell
And if I'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched
By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click
Chorus
And I'm a soldier in the world live me long
Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong
No one understands me, neither do my family
That's why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2
I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke
My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope
I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next
My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex
Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon
And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon
I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin
Bodies every other day, on Washington and ?????
Oh lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries
Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried
Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
If I don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain
Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short
Now here on life support, from not the right support
I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G
A small fee for what that nigga did to a family
Chorus x2
Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind
Now I'll never low, truly knows in no greater time
Down line, I've a lost some of my best partners
Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers
Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter
Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder
Was my prayers to god injected or neglected
Question the man if I can or respect it
Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers
Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your daughter
Killing in my city like there's something in the water
Why bother? Because Fiend's strandin heads then I'm gone
And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home
Now notice I'm a survivor
My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler
Chorus x4

(Chorus)
I swore, never to die alone
And if it's on, it's on
Get the dirty chrome
I swore, I don't care if he left in his zone
Don't make have to follow you home
(Fiend)
I done ran in the streets enough to know, every man and jebro
And when your back against the fence, admit to every throw
Let off several high low, incase somebody follow
And keep in mind your the only one that need to see tomorrow
Stash dirties on the borrow, shake it off up in the sorrows
And watch the quiet nights cause that's only when then the war rose
Yabegorro, and put the smoke straight up to my nose
Cause i'm 'bout to unload that shit, to actually go do vargos
No one knows I chose not to hurt nobody
But it was him and me, and I cho', I chose to get rowdy
Took, he was breathing through and he was also seein' through
Last but not least, I took a woman and a human being too
(Chorus 2x)
(Fiend)
Oh we got problems, I bring the return of Mystikal's assauge
Load the revolver, it's a walk-by, but it's your way
And no way in hell, at this public disputin'
He gonna make it through, it is relentin' to shootin'
So I made a fact to get 'em, watch how the choppers split 'em
Won't let the gat get 'em, or even that, cataclysm
I ain't missin' go make 'em my mission the dope player
Shoot 'em through the door way, layin' 'em in the court way
No man will say he ran down a timid nigga
Should ask him make 'em what happens, when No Limit niggas
All I figure for me to make it through these streets dawgs
It had to be my life or yours and I ain't ready to go, I swore
(Chorus 2x)

[Fiend]
Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
(goin out with a what)
Chorus
Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2
I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage
Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
you get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga
Chorus x3
You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck
My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro
Already cause of me, NOPD on it
Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up
Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
If you good you would not plot and get chopped
Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun
Chorus x2
Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer
Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors
He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it
But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget
This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang
Chorus x4

[Instrumental]

Black water runs so deep...
The shadows of my past life...
Shadows of my days of glory...
Who is that talking to me?
Who is that talking to you?
On the other side...
Of this dark river...
Seperating us...
I dream I dreamt about you...
The dark river between us...
Who did you talk to?...
What did they say to you?
The dream I dreamt about us...
The dark river seperating us...
Who was that talking to me?...
Who was that telling me...
To bury this dream and go on?
On the onther side...
Of this dark river...

[Instrumental]

I, cry, I, cry for you. I cry, I, cry for you,
I, cry, for the girl I never had, I, feel,
The love I thought I had, I, feel,
The love, that I had, I, feel,
The love I thought I had.
I, am alone, alone, where are you?
I, am alone, alone, where are you?
I, am alone, just like when I was with you.
I, think about you, I, think,
I, think about you, I, think,

I greet the dawn of swirling stars.
I rejoice as my body opens, releasing me.
I thrive upon the soul of man, cosmic forces becomes me.
Pain I feel no more for I am matter not.
I am force and law.
Heed my words for I say

La ikke livet ta din sjel,
sjelen tilhorer doden.
Finn ingen glede i livet,
for der er ingen.
vi har intet sikkert,
bare doden.
Livet holder oss borte,
fra det eneste vi har.
Doden er ver egen,
la oss finne ver dod.
Selvmord...

[Instrumental]

[Instrumental]

[Instrumental]

[Instrumental]

My baby is lonely on this night. She lays in bed all alone (ooo).I stayed
At the bar by myself, mister won't you play me a song. No words for the
Pain inside my heart, but I heard what he played and I say move on. I say
Move on. Cause if love can come to me in a song and set me free; then maybe
We can truly love again (ahhh). And I'll be yours. I'll be yours. To be

[Phonte]
Went to the well and made a wish
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your success
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I be getting it, I don't need the lime light
That's young nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 brothers 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the park
I rhyme till I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your guard
Longest breadth in my being, I'ma be on my job
With good music got that good feel
A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out
[Phonte]
Right where I thought I'd be,
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see
That I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing through the trees
Blue Bull-City skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole
Alphabet
So bury me a G
My mama say she done enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you bammas lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the word
That with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen it's evident
The denizens took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head high to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I thought I'd be,
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see
That I'm not here-
[ELZhi]
Check, I'm poetic while they po-thetic
I play they life like a movie
And in the end give them no credit
I was told to run it so I grip the baton
And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I plan to, ex you out like the man who
Hands you a script of Korans
Since lights flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your line trim
You must rewind him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to your knees
The way biblical men pray
Or whores in the brothel
Cause I Spill I'll from the grill
Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit that I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen drew
Your label tries to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
They fuckin see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that carry lines
Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you
Right where I thought I'd be,
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see
That I'm not here anymore.
I'm not here anymore

[Intro: Phonte]
All systems go
Thank y'all so much
Thank y'all for listening
It's Phon-tiga
And I do this all for hip hop!
I'm lying like shit
I do this shit for my goddamn mortgage nigga
And my bills, who the fuck am I fooling
New tigallo new tigallo new tigallo
Ay yo
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Stand clear
You are not a man if you cannot stand here
Phon-tigallo make the song cry grown man tears
With the Bull City flow off the corner of Alston and Angier
Sex symbol rap, you niggas is Pam Grier
We throw bows like Bill Laimbeer
Plant fear the first time around, no do-overs
Where the fuck is my glass of sangria?
Get a sip, then get another sip
Then go back to the mothership and tell them I'm on that
Separate excrement, yeah that other shit
Run and tell mother it's clearly not your time yet
Cuz you to me is Dr. Seuss to a Steinbeck
A pro with the prose, what a concept
Haha, and I cut this shit in half cuz I ain't feel like waiting
[Verse 2: Phonte]
They say everybody got a story, so here's mine
It ain't heartbreaking, because I've taken
The sour grapes of wrath and made Cheerwine
They didn't see shit, nigga I feel fine
You know that I'm real, ten years still here
No worse for the wear, nigga I'm ill
And I'm still top notch
You niggas is better off playing hopscotch in a minefield
Better off warring in the jungle with no camouflaging
Suicide mission, straight sabotaging
Flow so addicting it's like habit forming
Flow hair-raising it's like rabbit farming
Peter Cottontail hopping over beats or rocking
Acappells since the days of ? nigga
I'm back in the kitchen with a silk apron
Let that boy sauté!
[Verse 3: Phonte]
I said let me know the troubles on your mind youngblood
And Lord willing me and you will solve them
He said Tay I worry about you in the rap game
I said motherfucker go and get a real problem
Please beg pardon but I'm not starving
This rap shit is not the life I live
It's a tool that I use, that's it
No great fortune to show for it but fortunate
That no one can say his life ain't his
Some might even say underachiever cuz they are not believers
That I don't want the world, but I done seen the world
And if you ever saw it, hell, you wouldn't want it either
I don't need a kingdom, just want a home
You can take a seat, or you can take the throne
As long as it is known ain't a damn thing changed
Still the underground king, nigga dance in the reign
Holla
[Outro: Sy Smith]
I feel so glad that I made it, I couldn't ask for more

CHORUS:
He's so dull, drives a '63 Rambler
He's so dull, still livin' with his mother
He's so dull and he won't get anywhere with me
He's always callin' on the telephone
He won't go out without a chaperone
Cuz he's so afraid 2 be alone with me
He's always reading science magazines
And he doesn't even wear blue jeans
Why can't he understand what all this means 2 me?
CHORUS
He watches television night and day
He doesn't listen 2 a word I say
And he's always tryin' 2 walk me home from school
I'd like 2 tell'em that I wish he was dead (Drop dead)
But he could never get it through his head
He'll never change, he'll always be a fool
CHORUS
(Anywhere, I say he won't get anywhere)
He's so dull {x4}
He's so dull (Still livin' with his mother)
He's so dull (I bet he never had a lover)
He's so dull (And he won't get anywhere with me)
He's so dull
He's so dull (Still livin' with his mother)
(I bet he never had a lover)

My lips start shakin' when I see him walkin' down the street
Of all the boys in school, he's the only one I wanna meet
If he combs his hair, all my girlfriends start 2 scream
He's so clean, he's the number one star of my wet dream
I get so angry if I see him with another dame
I start 2 tremble and I don't even know his name
If he takes her 2 the soda shop, guess who's gonna buy the ice cream?
She gives him all her money cuz he's the star of her wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
My body starts 2 quiver when I think of his next 2 mine
I know he could deliver the dam 2 the river anytime
He's so good lookin', he's the cutest dude I ever seen
He's my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
Oh yeah
Make my body scream
U're the star of my wet dream
Somebody, somebody, somebody help me sing
U're my little lover, make my body scream
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
(Everybody sing 2gether)
U're my little lover, U make my body scream (Make my body scream)
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream {repeat phrase}
Yes U is
(Everybody sing 2gether)
Yeah, yeah
(U're my star)
Oh honey, honey, honey, honey, uh
My wet dream, my wet dream, my wet dream
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
(U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream)
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh
I can't help it, no, I can't (Make my body scream, yes U)
Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey

Kesariya Baalama Oji Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
(Aankhon Mein Chehra Tumhaara Tumhaara Re
Aaja Ke Dil Ne Pukaara Pukaara Re) 2
Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des 2
Tere Aane Ka Sandesa Jo Aaya Re
Dil Pe Khushiyon Ka Yeh Aalam Hai Chhaya Re
Tujhse Milne Ki Bechaini Tadpaaye Re
Ik Pal Kahin Na Mujhe Chain Aaye Re
Kesariya Baalama Oji Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
Aankhon Mein Chehra Tumhaara Tumhaara Re
Aaja Ke Dil Ne Pukaara Pukaara Re
Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
Tere Baare Mein Sochu Main Hamesha Re
Tere Hi Sapne Dekhu Main Hamesha Re
Ghadiyaan Gin Ginke Main Din Yeh Gujaaru Re
Tera Hi Rasta Rasta Nihaaru Re
Kesariya Baalama Oji Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
Aankhon Mein Chehra Tumhaara Tumhaara Re
Aaja Ke Dil Ne Pukaara Pukaara Re
Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des
Kesariya Baalama Aao Padhaaro Mhaare Des Des Re, Padhaaro Mhaare Des

Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyaar, (Na Jaane Koyi 2) 2
Halki Si Chubhan, Mithi Si Agan
Lag Jaati Kyun Yaar, Na Jaane Koyi
Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyaar, (Na Jaane Koyi 2) 2
Aankh Haseena Se Milne Ke Baad
Aansu Mein Sama Jaaye Usaki Yaad
Haay Yaar Ke Didaar Ko Kyun Ghadi Ghadi Tadpe Dil
Rog Ye Kaisa Yaar, Na Jaane Koyi
Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyaar, (Na Jaane Koyi 2) 2
Laakh Koyi Soche Saari Saari Raat
Aayi Na Samajh Yaara, Raat Bhar Choti Si Baat
Kabhi Ghabaraayike, Kabhi Sharmaayike
Tu Bhi Kaisa Yaar, Na Jaane Koyi
Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyaar, (Na Jaane Koyi 2) 2
Halki Si Chubhan, Mithi Si Agan
Lag Jaati Kyun Yaar, Na Jaane Koyi
Ho Jaata Hai Kaise Pyaar, (Na Jaane Koyi 2) 2