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Fiend - At All Times lyrics
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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