At All Times

Lyrics

[Intro] Where ever... Welcome to New Orleans (His real name Fiend) Or should I say "New" Orleans Home of the No Limit Soldiers I'll speak on your behave, my name Fiend (I don't know if they ready for us) Whoever... Welcome to a soldier's world Where we just fall in love with cocking our pistols It's just shit we do, what we do [Verse 1 - Fiend] The hood gonna feel me on this one If they go electing(?) my paper chasing And knowing ain't no escape from a hungry baby in your face So I lit up the place Gun sparks in the New Orleans' dark So dim, but yet mutual(?) to that cut in my heart Better put feet on the floor and I won't ignore Till this Fiend is my name What made me do it A little like yeah the dope in that charge to the game Nigga I'm a man So having born sense to be a provider No Limit rider where 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 Dopeheads just hunt after me Wonder for me A young G with a half a nerve About to act a fucking donkey just with half the bird That's my word Smoking backwoods filled with herb 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'mma be up Nigga mine 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) {Verse 2 - Fiend} Nigga who lied and told you the streets was safe Thee abominable burn and chaff In all the place Don't believe in disgrace Watch what'll happen you stare too long in my face Strong arming for space with you I'mma leave them bagging grams I'm a bad man strap in my hand People some mad plans Picture my city surrounded by criminal And get some I'mma have to hem one And back them bitches off with the M-1 Them dooms! dooms! That's what he caught Make a hater's life short Should've seen, served insurance Should've been bought What the fuck you thought That Fiend, state your rank The excited private Double pistol(?) whipping niggas down to the ground Till there bodies turn blue and violet My breed is violent Born with plans to be strategic When the problems start I'mma lead it Round to the hip got some niggas paraplegic 911 don't need it Cause I'm my only justice Buzzy bounce(?) screaming fuck us Rapid fire make a nigga quick like some nunchucks I don't give a fuck Bring it your boys and ya'll naughty gal You gonna be sucking the stainless Bare dicking my nigga, Mr. 40-Cal Well... (Chorus - repeated until fade-out)