I'M Bout It, Bout It (Feat. Master P & Mia X)

Yeah, uh, I could never turn my back, nigga (never)
I could never forget where I came from
This for all my motherfuckin' 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 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 Gs (Gs)

From Richmond, California, all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world, so fool watch your back
Tha Mardi Gras be here, but some tourists don't make it back
And niggas ain't trippin' on your life G (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?
Niggas down South quick to put you in that body slang

I mean, that body cast (ha-ha) what 'bout that body bag?
You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin' perpetratin', talkin' shit (huh)
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), formaldehyde (like that)

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 motherfuckin' black truck
Break you off like some motherfuckin' Japanese (damn)
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for Gs
And these niggas killin' bitches too
And these bitches settin' up niggas
'Cause don't give a fuck about you

You gotta be 'bout it, '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 Fifth 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

'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, TRU 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 'bout it, 'bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it
And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she rowdy, rowdy

I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas 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, hoes you best be backin' up
From this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way I have to do this
So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this Tru-click
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 pimp stress funk
Punks player hate because they shit be bump
But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss
'Cause in this drama field, fool, we ain't takin' no shit
Downtown Sixth Ward Lafitte on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard
Ninth Ward, Press Park, Desire, and Florida, New Orleans

So 'bout it every day, we comin' harder firewater
Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Gris-gris, plus my étouffée got 'em payin' twenty bones
So bring it on 'cause I gotta recognize
No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you 'bout it, 'bout it
You 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
And rest in peace my girl, Jill 'cause she was 'bout it, 'bout it

I mean she 'bout it, 'bout it, she was 'bout it, 'bout it
Them niggas 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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, they 'bout it, 'bout it
Mean Green, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig Street, huh, that nigga 'bout it, 'bout it

Rock Raines, huh, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
My nigga, Vercy Carter, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Rasheem in the Magnolia, know you 'bout it, 'bout it
And all them niggas, uptown fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with that gold 'bout it, 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it)
Them niggas 'bout it, 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (rest in peace)
Young nigga, huh, he was 'bout it, 'bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce fool if ya 'bout it, 'bout it

Yeah, if you 'bout it, say you 'bout it
Being about it means you down to do whatever
You 'bout it? I'm 'bout it