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Featuring Alley Boy & Fat Trel (Verse) Hustler, baller, gangsta, camp theater Who I be? Your neighborhood drug deala A young nigga that’s bout it I mean these no limit soldiers, we get rowdy I got something for yall haters, yall can’t say this Ghetto G’s and drug deals that well made us No I’m space age pompin but not 8ball No really, you’re stupid to leave your fuckin blood on the wall Bout to go psycho, in with this riffle I’m from the practice Louie, all day the light go And killing ain’t nothing but a hobby Don’t make me do a fuckin 1-87 robbery Like some brand new John, you tied up You sound like a chicken so it’s time to get plucked Vile gangsta, keep one up in the chamber Don’t make me wear yo ass like some 85 wrangler Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw Ain’t got my money nigga? Fuck you and yo boo Got them phetamine for the dope fiends Where I’m from? A little town called New Orleans But blowin up like V12 Where niggas don’t give a fuck ‘cause they quick to send yo ass to hell The murder capital of the world Letras de cancionesWhen niggas don’t give a fuck about you, your boy or your girl And if you come stuntin on em gold thangs I’mma have to break you off something (Interlude) Chyeah, break you off something Uh, don’t make me break you off something (Verse) Lady set, this shit’s great and about working here too Louis V mob nigga, matched the belt with his shoes Before the brick niggas gone off yo head AK he’s the one got them youngins aimin at yo head We lookin for work up in the auto Tomorrow I got money lookin for them My soldiers hungry, got it on me You know we put it on you Play nigga in my city, we hit licks for a living No limit where they’ll take these niggas all in they feelings We bout to break these niggas off Run up in they house Keep my name out yo mouth, or we air this bitch out Louie V Mob nigga Break the mouth nigga, 5 bands on yo man, we gon get you lost nigga (Hook) Chyeah, break you off something Uh, don’t make me break you off something Break you off something Uh, don’t make me break you off something (Verse) I’m a gangsta, balla, hustler, catpillar I’m a district of Columbia, thug nigga Fuck what you talkin bout, hoppin out with them lamas out I told my mom I’m droppin out and I’m movin out Don’t run yo mouth cuz I’ll come and see what you truly bout The only Louie Mob nigga that ain’t from the south You don’t know how I rock, you only know I roll I know my money long, I know my money’s on I know I keep it coming, money pow, money grow I keep it dummy stack, trackin where my money go Living fast, I just hope that I’mma die slow With a pocket full of motherfuckin bank roll (Hook) Chyeah, break you off something Uh, don’t make me break you off something Break you off something Uh, don’t make me break you off something From Letras Mania