featuring Mia X
Master P (talking)
Yeah ha I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.)
I could never forget where I came from.
This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.)
Native of New Orleans. (Louisiana)
All you TRU Soldiers.
Give it up for Richmond California. (Puttin 'em on the map.)
Put em up represent where you from? (Westside southside.)
Check out some of this down south shit though nigga.
You bout it, I'm bout it bout it
If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it
I represent where them killers hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own name
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's (G's)
>From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world so fool watch your back
The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back
And niggas aint trippin' on yo life G (Life G)
They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ring
Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag
You aint thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shit
You roll through the projects you might get your wig split
Mr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter
You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water water
I mean that clicker juice (Dang), fermaldahide (like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck
They leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some muthafuc
