Lyrics:
face down
Gun sounds
No witnesses
Two men found
Both under the age of 21
When will we overcome
Son had to bury lil woe
Mom's buried son
So tired
get it poppin' in the set
Aw, drop it down and break your neck
Yeah, out in Third Ward
Right there by the Frenchies
Every summer, I finesse it for
too drunk (21)
Got his ass smashed by the O.E.
21, 21
Tell a nigga pull up (pull up)
(what else?)
In the city, I ride with my blicky (what else?)
How you mad she be poppin' her titties? (What else?)
How you mad I pop prescription? (What
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Will I make it to see 21
If I rap about the sex and the drugs. alcohol, poppin slugs
Will I make it to see 21
Cuban link around my neck
Up in
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
Issa 21, issa Jeff
Issa profit, dawg, issa net
I watched you go sell 4 million, issa stretch
You gave somethin' to the cops, issa sketch
Issa
and Flood
Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love
It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm
So when you see me identify me by the nine on my
Fanny’s Fury
music:
Crazy Feeling
V1 Fanny
Hello, Ladies of Ward Ten…
(sfx, cheering)
V2 Fanny
Are we ready to show the men?
(sfx cheering)
said look at my snaps and bout another rental
I brought my nigga to Nickel's 'cause that was a school
Tellin' all them ninth ward nigga's that the third
B.Ward my brutha from anotha
Bikelyfe we gotta look out for each other
200 hundred bikes deep we mobbin
A loud motor keep the pussy throbbing
bitch I’m
the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Big Hawk
Mellow steep my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk
Still fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, ,
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
Pop 'Em
Bitch what's it gonna take to notice me, I'm holding p's
Regret I ever told you things you know bout me
My brodie gets the work by keys, we up no
about it
All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like a antibiotic
I can't help that I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache
I pop pills 'til I can't feel
the troops get mean
We got fourth ward, sixth ward, seventh ward, eighth ward
Claiborne, Rampart, Orleans, Saint-Bernard
Iberville, French Quarter, Canal
the troops get mean
We got fourth ward, sixth ward, seventh ward, eighth ward
Claiborne, Rampart, Orleans, Saint-Bernard
Iberville, French Quarter, Canal
better on the move
Kicking it with different crews
By the time 21
Wondering what imma do
Fuck it gotta keep it present
Cause the past is filled with
Twenty four
We was 21 At 16
We was 21 at 16
We was 21 At 16
We was 21 at 16
And like a doctor I just gotta save my Family
And I ain’t got no time for
guns, nigga, I see through the fake shit
My dawg lost his life and it changed me (damn)
I'm poppin' Percocets 'cause the pain deep (21)
Peel a hotbox,
the money down, Yeah, that's what you do
Poppin champagne with my friends, this how the bullshit begins
Poppin champagne with my friends, this how
posted cause I stay
On da block Glocks poppin like viagra
Nigga comin threw, shakin and wakin up niggas viagra
And they might talk cause they hatin man
I'm
can't see
I got a problem with poppin' the xannies
Yeah I'm fuckin' my sober up
Fuck it just poured up another cup
I need my liquor like 40 up
Yuh, like
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