Bout It, Bout It II - Edited

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the national anthem
 Y'all niggas bout it
 (I started this bout it, bout it)
 If you bout it, I mean you bout it, bout it
 (Get 'em up)
 (That mean you bout it, bout it)
 Well, say you bout it, bout it
 I represent, it's 1990-skrilla
 It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer
 'Cuz I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy
 I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
 We doin' this, we doin' that
 (We doin' what)
 We in the studio rippin' up dope tracks
 'Cuz we real, you betta guard your grill
 'Cuz if we bout it, bout it
 If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed
 I represent where them killas at
 (T R U)
 3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
 Back up off me, ain't no softy
 Betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
 I got killas in the projects sellin' water
 I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
 Bout it, bout it
 (Bout it, bout it)
 I mean they rowdy, rowdy
 (Mean they rowdy, rowdy)
 You betta watch your shit 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it
 I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
 Lay you on the floor and tell you
 Bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
 Put the pistol to your head
 Ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
 I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'
 Gone off that juice and leave their mothers cryin'
 (Fermalgahide)
 'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red
 And wanta do what them other ballas said
 To make some snaps, I mean to make some money
 To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
 You want that beat in, ain't no way out
 But death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
 If you bout it, say you bout it
 I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
 I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
 Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it
 C-Murder is bout it, bout it
 (Show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
 Big Ed you know he's bout it, bout it
 (Buddha)
 Nigga [unverified], that nigga bout it, bout it
 (Get up off hin)
 Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it
 (Bounce, bounce, bounce)
 Mercy Caller you know he's bout it, bout it
 And Cali-G in California is bout it, bout it
 Mo B. Dick, you know he's bout it, bout it
 (If you bout it)
 Nick Pokey you know he's bout it, bout it
 KLC of the Parkway is bout it, bout it
 And Mr. Serv-On is bout it, bout it
 And Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it, bout it
 Sonya-C you know she bout it, bout it
 Silkk the Shocker you know he's bout it, bout it
 And Mia X is bout to kick some flava
 (She's rowdy, rowdy)
 Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
 So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
 Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south
 Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
 So don't doubt the angel like voice, come across
 Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
 I keep 'em sick from the way I kick my shit
 And KLC got 'em scared 'cuz he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
 No Limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette
 With that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin' bout
 Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
 Feel a taste from drame scenes
 Infrared beams aimin' at your forehead
 Ain't no fuckin' country boys
 Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
 Puddles from a fuckin'
 Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
 I really can't call it 'cuz once the gumbo be grievin'
 A nigga start ballin', strike up the second line band
 And put your black gear on 'cuz we gonna stay bout it, understood
 Bitch I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
 From Kansas City to St. Louis they bout it, bout it
 (They rowdy)
 Down in Memphis you know they bout it, bout it
 From L.A. to Alabama they bout it, bout it
 Washington to Carolina to Georgia
 (They bout it)
 Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to Florida
 Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit
 (Do that gangsta walk)
 Lexington Kentucky to Louisville, you know they bout it bout it
 (You bout it)
 I mean they rowdy
 (Break it up)
 From Richmond California to San Francisco
 To Oakland they bout it, bout it
 Down in Houston they bout it, bout it
 The Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it, bout it
 From Dallas to Waco to Austin
 (They been bout it)
 To Jackson to Mississippi them niggas flossin'
 (Means they bout it)
 B and M's on triple-gold and they bout it
 That's how these gangstas roll
 From Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
 To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans
 (They bout it)
 They bout it, I mean they rowdy
 (They rowdy)
 In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they bout it
 My homie Tre-8, they bout it
 Loony Skull Dugrey you know that fool is bout it
 Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean Green
 DJ Roe, Greg Streep, Levi, may he rest in peace
 And all the other motha-niggas that are dead
 Like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
 (Bout it, bout it)