Fiend For the N.O. Lyrics

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Hear that?
Sucker got ice cubes in a cup *****!
It's like I'm coolin my drink off *****!
And this my watch boy!
Like I'm coolin my drink off!
We all paid over here *****!
Yeah! Yeah boy! Yeah!
c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
I get up early and grab my stash-uh
First on the set to bust my ***-uh
Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
Even deep down I know crack kills-uh
Could you blame me totin this heat-uh
Things sweet, but I want **** sweet-uh
I'm the Fiend around here, I got a provider
I hear slangin this hard white powder
**** live, but I want **** liver
Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor
Hurtin people, I'm a well known dodger
That's why I sing my hustle chant so loud-uh

Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
c'mon I said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Only in New Orleans, *****, No Limit!

[Verse 2]
Hustlin never stops until you finish
How we're livin over here at No Limit
Got what you want from rap, the good D-uh
You get the pounds from (..?..)
Right now tell me what you need from me-uh
Cause I got big boulders 2 for 3-uh
Inspired from Master P's Ghetto D-uh
Where I learned ain't **** comin for free-uh
The beat came from my ***** KLC-uh
And I'm capital F-I-E-N-D-uh
Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars
And bout weed and money can't holla
I out here for the paper and power
Gettin off this **** at all times and hours
Cause the way I put it, is I serve enough dubs
My **** gon' be the coldest in the club, nah


Written by: Craig Stephen Lawson, Richard Jones
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes

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