Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It`s bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em` up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
[Master P]
I`m posted up on the block, got these killers runnin` you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin` with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick cause we sicker
Niggas slangin` flickers
I`m in the projects ballin` with my niggas
I`m hustlin` quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain`t fuckin` with dirty sacks
I`m hustlin` I got those ball sacks
But y`all niggas don`t know that
I`m the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin` with a nigga that don`t give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I`ll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this fuckin` rifle
Start blastin` at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I`m a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin` murder
Lunatic, haven`t you heard of a nigga not playin` with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho` get cho` neck broke
Fuckin` field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
Don`t give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
[Master P]
Gon` pack me with a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu` in a grave
Don`t give a fuck about chu` niggas, piss on ya forehead
I`m from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But niggas they slangin` that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
Nigga a quarter, of water
But y`all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon` die on the streets
I`m killin` murder, the lunatic
Never givin` a fuck, I`m tryin` to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin` me
Niggas not pockin` me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y`all didn`t realize
We back to takin` the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin` head rattle
Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I`m kickin` it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, niggas we rowdy
Never givin` a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y`all sayin` y`all bout it bout it
Y`all scared of me, yeah y`all scared of me
Bitch talkin` shit, you and ya bitch I ain`t afraid of ya
I`m hustlin` got them ballers, niggas we smokin` them quarters
Fiends be dippin` that water but we hustlin` like it ain`t no tomorrow
[Hook]
[Master P]
Niggas comin` wicked, fools I`m gon` kick it
Be whippin` niggas ass like I`m cookin` greasy chicken
I`ll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin` shit, I be runnin` with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
Don`t give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back, back
But niggas they pullin` that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y`all gonna fade that
The real fuckin` click, ain`t no love for y`all dubs
Niggas think we slangin` dubs
Nigga we slangin` tapes to you niggas across the world
Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil` partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don`t give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck nigga you fried
Ain`t no love where I`m from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
Niggas slangin` that dope motherfucker get cho` head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain`t no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin` like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don`t give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga you better duck nigga
Before you find your body floatin` up the Mississippi River
[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]
