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Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they go? There they go! Where they go?
Tear the head off that bitch that try to stop me from gettin' it
For rumors I had died, bitch I'm back from the grave bitch
Rollin', like I'm a tiger, no Limit psycho
Born with a rifle, comin' through, just like bosses
**** that wanna talk, when I get greedy
Kill **** like, Incredible Hulk
Y'all **** fucked up, who the best bitch?
Y'all shoulda never put my rhymes in KFC, take me Moby Dick
Swamp ****, go getter hoe
Mister killer, drug dealer servin' fiends
Dope fiends, got candy green
Third world ****, sellin' ice cream
Pushin' ballers, **** Mister New Orleans
Goin' worldwide, that's why them **** callin'
Hoes hatin', **** wanna take me, out for lunch
But bitch y'all never bake me like some fries
Cooked, got shit in yo' eye
Work **** like I'm down South workin' french fries
I burger king, **** I'm from New Orleans
Home of the body bag, murder capital New Orleans
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There they go! There they go! Where they go?
Where they at? There they go! Where they go?
Where they at? There they go! Where they go?
Where they at? There they go! Where they go?
I heard about the killers, and drug dealers
I'm the realist, tie my shoes to fuckin' convicts
Ate some food with fuckin' killers about my scrilla
Grave diggers, not fuckin' grave peelers
A bunch of made ****, I stay bigger, I stay richer
I got more styles, plus my shit change like the weather
A nine millimeter beretta, have it sewed up like a sweater
More cheese than some cheddar, get out my face **** you better
Come back with the strap, kick all y'all ****
See y'all **** better be ready
Almost died but I smashed though
**** off nuts is a potential
**** would stop and smash **** asses
Came back lookin' like afro
**** untapped like the dead
We run with gats like the band
I'm the man out the fence
Won't y'all clap then you'll stand
Bow down
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There they go! There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Got **** frozen like yogurt, No Limit soldiers
Representing from the Midwest, to Pensacola
Ride with it, ride with it, that's why they talk about me
In the papers, they write about me, they never doubt me
A gangsta, a killer with an attitude
We got more **** tied up, like **** tied up tennis shoes
I got more money than a coca-cola
I got banks pickin' up trucks from me
Bitch like I'm Willy Wonka
I'm comin' through, stompin', got my concert jumpin'
Gangsta shit, that's what they bumpin'
Break 'em off, them **** hittin' 'em with that sawed-off
Watch I make 'em freeze
Jump bitch, jump ****
'Fore I leave bodies floatin' up the Mississippi River
Bitches comin' from Columbo
When I rap **** know I'm spicier, than gumbo
Tony Braxton be sangin', I got **** gangbangin'
Tattooed up on the set hangin'
Talkin' 'bout, drivin' and ridin'
**** comin' blue patina, four sided
True, down South to the West Coast that's two sides
**** better realize ****, **** might die
For this gangsta shit, **** want this gangsta shit
But when I roll, watch for that true click
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
There they go! There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
There they go! There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
There they go! There they go! Where they at?
Where they at? There they go! Where they at?
There they go! There they go! Where they at?
Written by: Tru
