• 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