Fendi Filmography

• Carbon Copy
  2011, role: producer
• Pirates II: Stagnetti's Revenge
  2008, role: actor , character name: Pirate
• Smack DVD Magazine
  2007, role: editor
• Smack DVD Magazine
  2007, role: producer
• Smack DVD Magazine
  2007, role: director
• The Come Up
  2006, role: director
• The Come Up
  2006, role: producer
• The Come Up
  2006, role: editor
• The Come Up
  2006, role: writer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Rock Show - Fiend
• Tryin 2 Do Something - Fiend
• Group Home Graduates - Fiend
• Mr. Jones - Fiend
• Violent Violins - Fiend
• Walk Like a "G" - Fiend
• Live Me Long - Fiend
• Going Out With A Blast - Fiend
• What Cha Mean - Fiend
• Take My Pain - Fiend
• On A Mission - Fiend
• Slangin' - Fiend
• Do You Wanna be a Rider? - Fiend
• Do You Know? - Fiend
• Big Timer - Fiend
• War 4 Reason - Fiend
• At All Times - Fiend
• If They Don't Know - Fiend
• Heart of a Ghetto Boy - Fiend
• Ak'n Bad - Fiend
• Get In 2 It - Fiend
• Been Thru it All - Fiend
• They Don't Hear Me - Fiend
• The Truth Is - Fiend
• The Streets Ain't Safe - Fiend
• The Baddest - Fiend
• Talk it How I Bring It - Fiend
• Mr. Whomp Whomp - Fiend
• I Swore - Fiend
• For the N.O. - Fiend
• Cold Wit It - Fiend
• Who Got the Fire - Fiend
• Only A Few - Fiend
• Little Ghetto Boy - Fiend
• Know What Is Like - Fiend
• It's On - Fiend
• No Apologies - Fiend
• Just Groovin - Fiend
• Trip to London - Fiend
• I'm Losing My Mind - Fiend
• The Dark River - Vond
• Vond - Vond
• To The Dreamer Dead & The Dreamer Dying - Vond
• The Love I Never Had - Vond
• Suicide Is Painless - Vond
• Selvmord - Vond
• hÛst III - Vond
• hÛst II - Vond
• Black hole space window - Vond
• Slipp Sorgen Los - Vond

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

Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies
And uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya
Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood
Up and down like a roller coaster
From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps
9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps
Crispy clean, no strings attached
Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
I heard you want a romance
Won't you lay up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
And the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something
Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve
On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home
And prove that I flip other things besides ounce
Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome
He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on
You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me
Please use ingenuity when you doing me
Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes
Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised
There's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible]
Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
Back stage at the concerts peepin'
You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin'
Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone
Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song
Camouflage love all night making me moan
Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight
But tomorrow's my flight, and I'll be outta your sight
Take my address down so you can write
But for now let's do something
Fuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin'
Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on
And go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk
Hit me when you trying to do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would and I ain't even frontin'
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something

This for my group home graduates
Just miss the great, they mad at us
Prosperity marry me, know we all after this
Dream on, imagine this
Cause poverty was vivid, with them drunk pelicans fly
I cant be
J after I means bindess,
Live with the case that your life is create sentence
Repentance, even on twitter be a nobody mention
See american gangster they living they own editions
The strip like gaza, it got the kid whip rocket launchers in they locker
Father took off a lock up, while she bring, she a knock up
Her boyfriend choppin rocks up
Its a on going saga, its one in every fam like a corn on every rasta
Getting to the green like a raster
Never flew a helicopter, but make em fly out the choppa
Gamble like rocktor, not fortune 500
Talkin bout they dont know you getting 5 for the honeys
Show it all, look redundant, same as every halloween buying pumpkin
You have it so its nothing
Puffin, on this particular subject Im touchin
Got a sound upon my button
When you could be everything,
Why you choose to be nothing
Wish you would of came along
You didnt see it comin
No time for him, hes runnin, runnin
I wish you would of came along
You didnt see it comin

Stayin' for the money
yeah uh
gettin' baby y'all
Mr. Jones way of the world I'm bitch pressing in
you're green like what raps to chocolate in the pepper ment
capel to G I represent you ain't this and never been
talk shit but nobody remember when
me and them shoppers get loaded behinds in
who's dying for five dollars imagine behind rin
boys so scared be founding they all shit
nobody gonna snitch so free months she gonna get
long I need that money right now
I would give for G..for the set now
or drop driving gotta come correct now
OG on the OG is on deadline
you can look huh, get your respect now,
seat that hokers we knew you wouldn't expect huh,
new money streets like joints with nectar
she love that the rike hate that hacker,
city care forgot I was raised in in my dirt
I take it to my grave in,
but them nights and the days in waitin
nothing rolled up and they came in, blazin,
you rose trudos new clothes, new hoes,
as I'm twisting up reflecting on my two goals,
get paper than get just some more of it,

International jobs
We all feeding for the money
hey welcome to the fin for the money
hey welcome to the fin for the Mondays
real morning, yeah
Do you?
As I look in my son eyes, I ask how I survive,
more pride gonna let your.. and bullshit collide
and hip-hop a nomina,
you cash like women and be so psyched up when the money come,
top of the morn, we live in the spot
when we're born with too many bros, the only breeze that can repalm
to me don't get my city just to do everything you did a body
but baby there's nothing new
a couple jew, a couple tea, how you're gonna start
I'm rolling weed saying please, keep away the nox,
word, to these pole old pants and there's hoodie what I spit
ain't busy ..are all no goodies
I would rap in this goodie and soul sweet alive
my travel alive even when the present conditions are so blick strick cheerin
every summer weed chillin
they're stealing, I close my I see millions
the paper on the.. adresing on my haters all
I'm on it, I'm focused on my crispy green donners,
my ex is how I show you,
been like I got all the money in the world
but don't know what bang the goal to
bean for the Monday, TSA in run ways,
you could been blessed the day
that the Sunday as we sayin

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

[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

(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

(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

(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,
'cause in this cruel world it's 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,
'cause 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...'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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

[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

[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: 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

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

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
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

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!

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 it's 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

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

(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 f**k (I don't give a f**k)
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 y'all 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 y'all know will come in this bitch
Take out an album and drum on the track
How many niggas y'all 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 y'all better step aside and let the best come in
And y'all niggas that talkin that shit y'all really better catch some wind
You f**kin with fiend, you f**kin with skull, you f**kin with me
I'll f**k you up the same time I f**k 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

Boy, you done fucked up now
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 [unverified])
Re-stock the rifles [unverified]
('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 [unverified]
(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 it's 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
So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it
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 [unverified]
I fears no man or woman and kin after them
My gat retracts at them, reacts and claps at them
Nigga
So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it
So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it
So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it
So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it
Now I done seen your kind before you walked that line before
Plenty niggaz talking they sticking ass out [unverified]
I don't hide from my hoes, bitch, I meet 'em where I tell 'em
And let the results be three days and you'll smell 'em
I can't give a nigga the satisfaction 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

(feat. Magic)
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

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 y'all 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
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

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

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]

[fiend]
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Ahhhhhh, all about the beats, cause I bring the heat to the streets
About to act bad, and I ain't been home for a week
I wanna see ends, I also wanna see ends meet
The last high that I had was the jailhouse heat
Gotta go 223, that's the waiting in the shade
Alot of people about to end up dead, runnin around with their lead
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
And I make em see it end, 'fore you bout to take me in
See shit spin, I'm tryin to get the crack in the day
Word on the streets, you really got it happenin your way
Now I'm rapping away, but not to keep me out the penn
But since I'm out, I'm out to test the hearts of men
See this wimpy grin, it mean, one seven he die
With cabbage aside, you bitches still gonna be the baddest alive
Chorus
Still the baddest motherfucker alive
I'm still the baddest motherfucker alive
Say what, say what? x4
My name is fiend, damn right I'm a attack his trailer
C told me look a man in the eyes 'fore you kill him
Aint too many niggas really got on the billing
To better pockets, ready for some violent killing
Now ready puff in the cutlass, at the down south buck it
Taking other peoples shit, loving every minute of it
You know what it takes to go against odds
Watching my back, with some niggas like keke and boz
Jump in my 81 ride, lookin for prey in the meal
Gimme everything, I'll see if this tank is for real
I dish this raw deals to keep this ghetto peal
I think I truly love?
For somebody getting through me
My hunger make sure ain't no human being at the war place speak
Alone at street stories and ties
And remember, no sleepy eyes, I'm the baddest alive

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)

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)
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

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

(Basketball bouncing throughout song)
I'm cold wit it
I'm just cold wit it
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you don't know by now, I'm cold wit it
Ah, I don't know if its...
I'm, I'm, I'm just I don't get when I'm dunkin'
Ah, I don't know if I just can't be faded when I do my fadeaways
Why they get jealous of my jumpshots
Man, I'm, I'm tired of it
Look, check it out
Verse 1:
They call my game Alaska
Ice cubes in the cup that simmer Nebraska
The final chapter
Took me some time to master
Many crashed and burned, ain't my concern
No, I ain't gettin' paid to teach, but you can learn
I wake up 'fore the sun, speak to God 'fore I run
Review skills, cause now I'm more effective than the gun
Told since day one that my time gon' come
Step into the field and I can't be outdone
I roam the rectangle
Dangers from all angles
Leave your feelings at home
Cause this could get painful
Stamped and approved
Born not to lose
'Till you play wit me, don't talk
Then get your own shoes
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
Throw it against the glass and watch me go get it
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
I wanna put my game in cans so you can go get it
I'm the number one draft pick
I make layers cough up their last chips
My feet came with springs like a mattress
Frightnin'
Faster than the speed of lightnin'
Excitnin'
Like the fights of the '93 Tyson
No mistakes
Before you get to yip-yappin' in my face
You better have your ankles braced
Screws and duct tape
I'm a starter like Maurice Carter
Here to serve ya
Naturally made for the game like D.A. and Brian Mercer
They playin' WAAAHHHH! music
Time to get hyped now
Wanna be a soldier
Let's go to Master P's right now
Can't be ignored, showed every time I scored
Had to put money aside
Cause I just shattered the backboard
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
I'm 'bout to glide right passed ya watch me just go get it
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
'Bout to put it in a can so you can just go get it
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
Throw it against the glass and watch the boy go get it
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
Now when I dunk in your face why don't you act like I ain't did it
Cold wit it

(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

Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin' mafiaso
When they fucking with No Limit
Fiend, Big ED, Master P, the Silkk
You fucking with the best
You don't want to fuck with the best
Yo mucha
I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
You never know what's goin' on with
Some of these hungry ass niggas arrested
And what you got, never allowed the chance to touch it
Was it obvious that nigga ain't die
He was in from the beginning had a piece of the pie
'Cause in his eyes, cold like Chicago weather
Birds of a feather fuck over together, that's forever
The only change, they accepted when I got him killed
Well, they all a time for real over a dollar bill
So now you feel that all street family ain't yours
Recieving cuts and sores because you opened your pores
These niggas ride like volvos and we ain't talkin' 'bout these whores
Give a section of the beach, nigga surfers gotta swim ashore
If you need more, then take this notion with my devotion
Remember jealousy is a wasted emotion
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
I'd rather die hustling then be broke and lonely
'Cause most of these niggas out here be phony
Find me on the street corner living my life fast
Remember take a bullet for your homie
That's my nigga Big ED
See this tru shit nigga, I'm a kill for it
When the rents due, ya know I'm a steal for it
Take a ride with my homies if I have to
Keep your eyes on your enemies 'cause they'll blast you
And momma sheds tears 'cause my homies seen that
Nigga gangbang seen tru up on my chest
To my niggas in jail, stay strong doin time
I thank the Lord for taking me out the ghetto with these rhymes
Blood stains on the street 'cause this ghetto life's a bitch
And that's a shame 'cause it's bound to change once a niggas rich
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
Come take a ride at, before the game begins
I seen niggas die bad and they die for pennies
Can't trust nobody seen around my way
Niggas dead and that's why they ain't around today
See penetentaries, they ain't no place for me
I tell my mom don't trip, just pray for me
And to all the slugs from niggas that have hate for me
And tell my lady I'll take two years don't even wait for me
And see, you never get a second chance to live a first life
That's why I ball till I fall and live the first right
So even though I thug with them, I still ask these niggas
I've seen alot of whole shit, [Incomprehensible] been home test if I get ya
I only ride with niggas that I test the water with
Niggas I slang quarters with, slaughter shit, spent the hardest shit
Only trust a few, only trust a few
You fakes, I can't even fuck with you
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

[** feat. Malik Yusef:]
[Malik Yusef:]
You know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scar
And yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a car
Shorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shot
Now he on the run, he hot
And he hurtin' his Granny and she the only one he got
The hood so shady
You give up hope, of ever even tryin' to find a sunny, spot-
-light, they caught him at the stop-
-light, but if he would'a run that yellow
Then he could'a, run the globe
But instead, with speed
They put one in the middle of his frontal, lobe
Like a unicorn
I'm just tryin' to keep you, informed
To my little ghetto soldiers in they, gold
Green, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch!
But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk
So I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew, the horn
And we don the monikers of goons and gangsters
And are trained to conduct ourselves true, to form
So we add a Shorty, a Money, a Mack
A Lil', a Eazy, or a Young to our name
So all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the game
And there's a degree, of difficul-ty
To make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood
Especially when you know that yo' fresh greens
Will help eliminated a canned, good
Can, good, and bad co-exisssst?

I ain't nothing but a young individual
Came out life's critical
Survival of hood and court municipals
They thought I was pitiful,
He can adapt to a mount, but he know crack
And he could come push back up there's a drought
I wish that was the old me
My brother gone and I gotta play my role, see?
Hearing my daughter stand hold me
Nigga man reflect on what you owe me
Scrap pieces, cockroaches and crumbs
What do I do to get my people out these slums?
A box of thumgs
Can't stop a heart burning heart ache
When a 12 year old boy done lost faith
Damn, and at this cost and this rate
I'm ready for whatever come my way
Some young men would run away
But I dodge cops I'm sippin one new day
[Hook] x 2
Know what is like, when you're hungry on the streets
And you snatch up mice cheese
So you and yours could eat
I could relate, what I did
I don't love or I hate
Just happy that my people straight
Know what is like
I mean, I know what is like
Yeah, I know what is like
I got some real people with me
Do you know what is like
Know what is like
I'm something of an outsider
A survivor, provider
A responsible with a dollar
Yeah, and you won't hear me holler or complain
Or travel in this road again
No shame, I'm doing what I gotta
It was times didn't wanna be here if I ain't gotta
Remember bo pole tryina plant on me some product
Just one sits you, I never thought I'd get a part of
Beat the charge, went back to the strip
To all figure how to mix some lean with chips
My auntie bringin on my young black soul
Questionin what happened to a young black soul
It's a cabalist inside, and I ain't asking you to die with me
But don't knock the hustle, try me
I love to do this rap, but I keep on fallin on my back
And these junkies keep askin me wher it's at
[Hook] x 2
Know what is like, when you're hungry on the streets
And you snatch up mice cheese
So you and yours could eat
I could relate, what I did
I don't love or I hate
Just happy that my people straight
Know what is like
I mean, I know what is like
Yeah, I know what is like
I got some real people with me
Do you know what is like

She whip it on her masters, I work getting that cash up
And she keeps them pretty weed beauty pagent,
Was asking, you falling through this party,
Your girls and all that body
We top floor, this smell is in the lobby, soccer, vodka, gin
Henny and champagne, smoking presidential jets campaign
Saying, you see all that paper, po got that valee
My feet jayz are valleys and I just spark up
Pull up a fat they call me parle
Fucking, you ambidextrous clutchin
Her girl’s tipsy, too over late drugging
Who be puffing, whoobies jumping
To the crew it’s nothing
3 pj’s bomb shell, holl up…
You’re a special lady, in every kind of way
Listen to me very carefully
What I’m about to say
Girl wou’re a special lady, in every kind of way
Listen to me very carefully
What I’m about to say
It’s like 3:30 up in the morning, and the party still going
I’m loaded, I’m drunk, I’m hot and I’m horny
Girl I’m a real nigga I ain’t got time to be phoney
She said wherever you are, I am
Hold my drink while I am
Bout to reach in my purse, pull down the 5
That’s an o, she says I know, I’m bout that blow
I’m sippin on white, she sippin on soho
That’s my b, a gift from virgo
It’s d low, the diamonds maine
All my ex be tangling
I’m sippin on that drink again
I’m loco, there’s 2 us,
That flow got your hoe wet
She bout to leave with me
Jacks on Sunday
And got jets with me
You’re a special lady, in every kind of way
Listen to me very carefully
What I’m about to say
Girl wou’re a special lady, in every kind of way
Listen to me very carefully

Hook:
This is who I am, don't expect no apologies,
Seven letter in the alphabet I gotta be,
Game four quarters, just like I gotta be,
Crack cook and every money like a part of B
Amulet gave it to a lot of scream,
New Orleans where blind man seen a lot of things,
Yeah, hustle late, then you probably eat a lot of jean,
Yeah, at least you need as if you wide then you keep the...
Start the smoke top, calm with khali green,
Make enough every day sayin now I'm...
Under south where if you drink gotta scream
School boots cope, double weed of palile
Up from uptown, holly it from 17
Stress and high money, before you know a half a million
Sweet shops, crack houses get the jelly B
Pimp to check my wall... , you're my pedigree.
[Hook:]
I ain't seen sorry then no sorry ass motherf*ckers
... the shawty up, f*cking dumb motherf*ckers
You remind me of a gig another s*cker,
She's a bitch, she's a bitch too,
Die for a couple of dollars, may be a fistful
This nigga open your mouth, suck a pistol,
Seven letter, eighth letter, always teef,
If you smell smoke and hear a gunshot.
No, it's me, right around fly on the...
Couple niggas getting mad, high legs, Snoop Dog,
Contemplate and should I thought on the roof off,
Shoot em like the gun is a ball and he a hoop y'all,
Nigga said shoot em then... off,
You got some nice shit, then show it off,
This is who I am, don't expect no apologies,
D block I ride for a lot of G's.

Smoking some weed, riding, enjoying the breeze
Chillin, feeling like it’s the florida keys
But it’s not, I’m flippin on the 6 10th loop
But I got, some shit that smells like tropical fruit
And the msic way hot, so am I
Jamming like the traffic advise
And I am blowing, going nowhere in particular
Leaning so hard, they be like look at that nigga there
Eyes almost closed, but I nodes the 2 by 4 in the road over
That fuck up my balls, I got the old school casette, and the deck
On some old higher player type shit
As the sweet stays lit
I take a hit, and another
You know how high a brother get
As I’m crushing down the kush
As I cruise, acting like I ain’t got nothing to loose
Just groovin, just keep it movin
I’m just groovin, just keep it groovin
I’m just groovin that og turning up the volume
I’ll smoke who you better tell
Shit, 6 am this tree will give you lullaby
Before brushing teeth and getting crossed outside
I’m ashtray reaching in my designated smoke spot
Pandora bosanova playing plotting while I smoke pot
Don’t bring more tree than you can eat
Might aswell gonna pick 3 up of me
Maybe I lifth them g, baby powder spray
If you dudes for this moves I’m making
Jones, devin the dude, while youtube is bakin
Let them sway, you ninjas pay
You cruising to another place, just got your main
Smoke so soothe and your girl so cute
But a rhythm urban, why stop what she’s doing
We just groovin, baseline kicking snap
Few flicks, watch that in the air
Your eyes landed like sleep with the bear
You’re so blowed, texas check, tire and in just bare
Know how I go, chord but the piano
Chorus we just groovin
Purp got me saying... I’m just groovin
Just groovin, just keep it movin

(feat. Kage)
(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

(talking)
I know, I know two wrongs don't make a right
But, sometimes niggas be tripping, knowI'msaying
(Fiend)
That dirty thing went pow, all I could say was
Look what quickly happened to that yapping niggas I rap
I'm foul, you heard my side of the fucking story
My cousin Tory, with a twenty for me but I wanted the glory
Now spot him I didn't seen, scouted out his team
Get punked, 'fore I jump, bumping that old fiend
Hit a lick and say cuz, I'm heading to the city
Incase I don't take him, I think my God won't forgive me
And just because money famous all my cars pretty
Don't mean this star gone balls on getting shitty
I heard this bastard, was repping on some past shit
With a spot why I blasted, with somebody in a casket
(Chorus - 2x)
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
I feel like using that nine, I feel like using that nine
I feel like using that nine, I feel like using that nine
(Fiend)
These evil thoughts want out, trying to avoid
The paranoid thoughts of, taking the wrong route
Fuck wrong when you hungry and can't take it
Situations be made out of glass and can break it
Fouls I'm that child being broke, won't find me
Early death, won't catch me and standing behind me
Now the LAZ-E Boy so don't try to recline me
A three strike system might bout to be find me
Look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad
Behind cold hard cash ready to go mad
I, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas
And your pants will be burned nigga formulating blood baths
(Chorus - 2x)
I think I'm losing my mind1 "I'm Losing My Mind" by FIEND
I feel like using that nine
I think I'm losing my mind
I feel like using that nine
(talking)
(Man hold on here a minute, I just spent five motherfucking years
Y'all ain't talking bout, I'm losing my mind, I'm using my nine
Man what is you talking bout) Man, you know what, you right youknowI'msaying
Where I'm from niggas don't be yapping they reacting, I'ma get it on though
(Now that's what I'm talking bout) give me a pound give me something like that
(Hell yeah) (*gun shot*)

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...

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

Hello there, dreamer dead, where did your dreams go?
Hello there, dreamer dying, hold on tight.
Keep chasing your dreams, keep chasing your mind.
Don't be another dreamer dying.
This world is evil, I know it is.
They're trying to keep us from trying.
To realize our dreams, to free that spirit they put in chains so long ago.
Do you really believe, do you really want to dream on, to go on?
Then tear loose those stones from your heart, and keep it going.
Listen to me, all you out there...
Do you really think this is the only reality?
Do you really think the limits are real?
I break the limits that do not exist.
I walk in dreams and beyond.
Now dreamer dying, what will it be?
Break the barrier, strive to be free.
I am the way you can follow.
I am the road you must travel.
I offer hope.
I offer the road on which you must walk.
Dark as it may feel.
Eternity will be yours.
And I will take you to the world of dreamers at

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

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