I’m Bout It, Bout It

Lyrics

[Intro: Master P] Yeah, ha I could never turn my back, nigga (Never) I could never forget where I came from (This for all my motherfuckin' soldiers) Native of New Orleans, Louisiana, ha (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 [Verse 1: Master P] 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 Tha Mardi Gras be here, but some tourists 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 one, two, three 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, haha, 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 (Dang), formaldehyde (Like that?) 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 motherfuckin' black truck Break you off like some motherfuckin' 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 they 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 ('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 [Chorus: Master P] '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, T-R-U, 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's 'bout it, 'bout it Cally G, K-Lou, 'bout it, 'bout it Craig, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she 'bout it, 'bout it [Verse 2: Mia X] 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, so 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 [Verse 3: Master P] 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, 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it Mean Green, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it Craig Street, huh, that nigga 'bout it, 'bout it Rock Raines, huh, you 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, huh, 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