I'm Bout It, Bout It - Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

I could never forget where I came from

This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers 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 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

The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don’t make it back

And niggas ain’t trippin' on yo life G (Life G)

They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3

So give me your gold chain, what 'bout 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

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, formaldehyde (Dang like dat)

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 muthafuckin' black truck

Break you off like some muthafuckin' Japanese (Damn)

Ain’t no love in this hood, ain’t no love for G’s

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 ho 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 playa 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 Laffitte 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 etouffee 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 Fransisco, 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 bout' it, bout it

Craig Street, that nigga bout' it, bout it

Rock Raines, huh, ya know he’s bout' it, bout it

My nigga, Vercy Carter, you know he bout' it, bout it

Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya 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, 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