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Yeah, uh, Terror Squad, No Limit Fam, uh
Yeah yeah yeah, uh
N-Y to the N-O, puttin it down like what
Don Cartagena the leader, yeah, uh
Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you?
Fakes rap cats I see right through
East West man you know how we do
Down South, my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of N-Y where the real don't die
We either tryin to bake a cake or pie, suck or fly
Bust all five, for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated
I often made it through the cold stages
Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
Caucasians givin court cases, these chasers like horse races
Bettin down on all faces
Everyday it's like the same ol' shit
I ain't gon' quit, my motto's like make mo' hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit Fam for life
Don Cartagena, Mamma Mia (yeah that's right)
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash
You move too fast and I'ma blast your ass
Will a nigga do this, or will a nigga do that?
Just know that, my fo'-fo' pack, gon' throw back
So go back, regroup, think before you come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm one of, on every motherfuckin in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherfuckin middame
And thangs, will never be the same again
Ain't no slippin to this click, I'm gettin this game again
What's your name again? I'm the capital S
You know the motherfuckin to this, I'm from the motherfuckin West
Side of the coast, eastside of Long Beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
My hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
I got love for real, what's, what's up Jigga?
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
I'm from the itty-bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi
River, where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
Still the Southern hospitality is all good
Just don't get Southern around in none of them small hoods
Mamma Mia, queen of the south
And the boots stay somethin like the one in my mouth
Love the N-O, represent it 'til the day that I die
But I'm makin murders from C-A to N-Y
And the ties connect, showin Terror Squad and DPG
A true soldier, Southern N-O-L-I-M-I-T
We all the same, gangbangers slang and run with gangbangers
Our slang is kinda different but we all up in the drama
Hit an enemy camp, send your whole block to cover
Blow the tape recorder down, get the ransom out this motherfucker
For the love of the hood, we stay representin y'all
But recognize the soldier blood and thug love is in us all
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
What's your point nigga? What you tryin to say?
We got the same type of thugs right around my way
Say what, say what, huh? Say what, say what?
Same shit, same shit, same shit, same shit
Go down in my hood, go down in your hood
From New Orleans, to Long Beach
To New York, to Alabama
To motherfuckin Connecticut, overseas
Where the G's don't even speak the shit
Same shit go down
Niggas unite, get this paper, cause we on a mission
Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG
That's how we doin it
Peace, peace, peace
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