[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherf***ing No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n****
I could gave a F*** what a n**** gotta say about me
I could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)

[Chorus: x16]

Don't make me act a fool (what!)

Still posted on the block
Still slangin' that coke
Still runnin' from the cops
Still lettin' those b****es know

Still f***in with your made
Because blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas

My n****z spliting wigs
A couple f***ing g's n**** it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street

Send money to the pen
Still f***ing with see (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n****z in the motherf***ing dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt

What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf***er pop

[Chorus: x16]

Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda

And I got my own lable so f*** Gucci and Prada n****
I'm underated like Sam Ca**ell
But when the playoffs come n**** I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a n**** ain't average

F*** the I.R.S. a n**** still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the n**** is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

[Chorus: x16]

I still walk through the hood by motherf***ing myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n**** ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f***in case, n****

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherf***ing wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f***-a-n**** who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy
N**** I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me

Ten years later n**** I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n**** would change?

[Chorus: x16]

Writer : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/MC MASTERS, KEITH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing