Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ha, I could never turn my back, ****
I could never forget where I came from
This for all my mothafuckin' soldiers native of New Orleans
All you TRU soldiers, give it up for Richmond, California
Put 'em up, represent, where you from?
Check out some of this down south shit though, ****
[Verse 2]
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 our own name
It's a small hood but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't 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
That mighty rise and clip but some tourists don't make it back
And **** ain't trippin' on your life, G
They ready to take your ass out before the count of one, two, three
So give me your gold chain, what about your gold ring?
**** from down south quick to put you in that body sling
I mean that body cast, what about a body bag?
You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And **** stuntin', perpetratin', talkin' shit
You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split
Mister Crazy wanna borrow a quarter
You better not fuck with them fools that's gone on that water, water
I mean that clicker juice, formaldehyde
Whatever you want, a quarter they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, these **** don't even give a fuck
They leave you stuck in that mothafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some mothafuckin' Japanese
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't love for Gs
And these **** killin' bitches too
And these bitches settin' up **** 'cause they don't give a fuck about you
You gotta be right 'bout it, 'cause I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
And that Fourth Ward is 'bout it, 'bout it
I mean that Fourth Ward and Tenth Ward
You know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Twelfth Ward, 'bout it, 'bout it
And that Thirteenth, Seventeenth, Uptown, Downtown, across the sea
[Chorus]
'Bout it, 'bout it 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it
My little homie, Hot Minus Sign, they 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, I mean we 'bout it, 'bout it
King George, T-R-U, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Silkk, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it
My manager TC, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it
Big Ed, 'bout it, 'bout it
Sonya C, you know she 'bout it, 'bout it
C-Murder, 'bout it, 'bout it
Mr. Serv-on is 'bout it, 'bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
And Mia X gon' kick some shit, she 'bout it, 'bout it
[Verse 3]
I'm here to show a whole bunch of **** that I'm 'bout it
Comin' from the Crescent, testin' nuts and ready to bust some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck, so you best be backin' up from this below sea level, ho, comin' like a tornado brings drama
Either way I have to do this, so break yourselves, ****, here comes a woman to this TRU clique
The bitch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face 'cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick your ear hole's laced with my pimpstress funk
Punks playa hate because they shit be bunk
But I dunk a ****'s head into a toilet full of piss 'cause in this drama field, fool, we ain't takin' no shit
Downtown, Sixth Ward, Laffite on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, **** out that Saint Bernard
Ninth Ward, Press Park, Desire and Florida, New Orleans so 'bout it every day, we comin' harder, firewater
Got them **** gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Gris-gris and plus my etouffee got 'em payin' twenty bones
So bring it on 'cause I gotta recognize
No Limit and Mia X, ****, flex if you 'bout it, 'bout it
You 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
And rest in peace, my girl, Jill 'cause she was 'bout it, 'bout it
[Verse 4]
I mean she 'bout it, 'bout it, she was 'bout it, 'bout it
Them **** from No Limit Records, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P, you know I'm 'bout it' 'bout it
The whole New Orleans, them mothafuckers are 'bout it, 'bout it
Baton Rouge, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Jackson, Tennessee, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other mothafuckers down in southside Florida
You know they 'bout it, 'bout it 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it
From Richmond, California to Oakland, they 'bout it, 'bout it
Cross the Bay to San Francisco to the Eastside
Huh, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
Mean Green, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig Street, that **** 'bout it, 'bout it
Rock Wayne, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
My ****, Vercy Carter, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Roxine in the Magnolia, 'bout, 'bout it
And all them **** uptown, fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it
All them **** bootin' up, whippin' gold
'Bout it, 'bout it, them **** 'bout it, 'bout it
My little brother, Kevin Miller, rest in peace
Young ****, he was 'bout it, 'bout it
[Outro]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, if you 'bout it, 'bout it
Yeah, if you 'bout it, say you 'bout it
Bein' about it, that mean you down to do whatever
You 'bout it? I'm 'bout it
Written by: Master P, Mia X
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