featuring Mia X

Master P (talking)

Yeah ha I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.)

I could never forget where I came from.

This for all my muthafuckin' 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 are own name

It's a small hood, but it's all good

And Mr. Rogers aint 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 aint 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 aint 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 (Dang), fermaldahide (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 muthafuc