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(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 Chorus x4 |
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(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 (Chorus 2x) |
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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!!!! Chorus til end |
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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 Chorus |
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(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 Chorus x4 |
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