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[ VERSE 1 ] I'm from that 17th N.O., just in case you didn't know Nawlins Phats is the name I acquired Tougher than barbed wire With a hold on the game like grip pliers The reason my predecessors retired I'm a fool, don't let nobody tell you nothin different As a youth I had my share of plenty ass-whoopings For actin bad, most of my life was lived without a dad Bein present, so by trial and error I learned my lessons Within the streets I'm a blessing Shinin light on all of those who would follow Packin a strap full of hollows Like Jesus walked on water I walk on broken bottles In dimlit alley ways, gangsta is my bravado God is my provider I spit it with intentions to get you higher settin your soul on fire No one can do it better than Puttin phrases together like the Letterman Word to K-Solo, I'm big, I throw bolos Knockin niggas up on they asses Hard ever since the days of cuttin classes At JY where gutta muthafuckas stay fly Starch Levis, cutthroat rules I play by The gang's Affiliated, we runnin shit On some other shit, trust you don't want none of this Got ya sick throwin up, yeah, cause it's hard to stomach this Truth that needs no proof, straight replacin your ignorance [ VERSE 2 ] Little child runnin wild Tryin my hardest to get my foot in, rise from the bottom of the pile Raised by Gert Town hounds, OG's who held me down ( ? ) got me to where I'm at now I'm gutter down, my swag is g-like Purposely stylin on motherfuckers who think that they can see Mike I love no hoe But I gots no problem lovin a real woman who gon' be that fa-sho My mama always told me if she easy she ain't ready If she greedy she ain't ready, so I'ma play her if she let me I gotta do it, flow lethal like embalming fluid Conducive to explosives when translated into music I'm a ( ? ) word chemist cookin up toxic methods Takin you way deep Into My Mind like Heather Headley Lord please, place me into position to serve MC's I'm in need, and I don't wanna go back to sellin ki's Make an example out of all of 'em, they bluffin They weak, without that materialistic flow - they gots nothin Straight blown up, manufactured with no substance Half-assed like a holiday turkey with no stuffing [ VERSE 3 ] I'm a living legend unlike Pac and Biggie Whose fate was similar to our ancestors, know your history Black against black Ain't no slavemaster trickin, I ain't goin out like that Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil under His wings of protection, I stay kept Wakin up those who slept on me They blind tryina walk in the dark without no one to say, "Watch your step, homie" They hatin but I soar like an eagle on 'em Fall back to the hood and then push that Regal on 'em Uh, Southside still holdin Grain-grippin, 30-inch chrome rims I'm rollin Yeah, and for you jackers who wanna get me You deserve to if you catch me in a souped up F-150 Movin swiftly on the Twin Span, N.O. bound 12's beatin out the ass with the windows down Come on
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