| If you’s a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang |
| I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang |
| Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring |
| Now everybody come together, join along and sing |
| I’m from the ghetto homey |
| I was raised on bread and bologna |
| You can’t come around here 'cause ya phony |
| Now keep it movin, move around, get off me |
| Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) |
| Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) |
| Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) |
| Dudes gotta leave, but you can stay shawty |
| Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time) |
| And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn’t a easy grind (grind) |
| Been through this, been through that, been through everything (everything) |
| But I’m real, so I still manage to do my thing (yep) |
| I held it down every since I came through the do' (do') |
| Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans) |
| You know the underdog always do it big |
| Waaaaannnnhhh, it’s the comeback kid |
| I’m getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling) |
| Matter fact, take a look in the parking lot (daaammnnn) |
| I’m representin the blocks from the east to the west (west) |
| It ain’t no secret, down south is the shit (down south) |
| Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked) |
| But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it) |
| All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up) |
| All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) |
| Look, I try to stay low-key when I’m on the block (block) |
| But I’m known by name by every cop (every cop) |
| But I don’t care, that’s nothin, grind don’t stop (don't stop) |
| I’m on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot) |
| I’m real, so I ain’t never ever forgot (unh unh) |
| Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot |
| And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top) |
| We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock) |
| I’m a real «G», career ain’t near over |
| Got flooded, still representin VL and Magnolia (VL) |
| Still represent the whole New Orleans |
| Get it right and keep it right, I’m the Heart of Tha Streetz |
| My reputation speak for itself, it’s all good |
| Any state, any block dawg I’m all good |
| All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) |
| And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) |
| It ain’t easy livin where the young die fast (fast) |
| It’s either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance) |
| This rap shit too easy for me to go back |
| Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track |
| But I ain’t lyin, the streets call sometime |
| I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound |
| And get 'em for bout two-hunned in H-Town |
| Forget it, I ain’t even goin that route (fuck it) |
| I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it) |
| I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin' |
| I don’t be trippin when the haters go to mean-muggin' (muggin') |
| I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (stuntin') |
| Now it’s known by the whole world who a joke (joke) |
| He ain’t a man, he got dreads you already know (Wayne) |
| All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) |
| And all my hot girls, back dat ass up |