Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
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[O'Dell]
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Living is so hard in the city of
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Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city (2X)
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[Master P]
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Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
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with niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas
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and the bitches like the peapop (peapop)
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and the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks
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and bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
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and niggas still ride old school Caddies
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and a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner
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and niggas wish they could move to California
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it never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
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and bitches love to suck a line
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a lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
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and you might get a rep if you're a killer
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the city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers
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and hoes love you if you're famous
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but niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous
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(Chorus)(2X)
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[Mac]
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young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
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bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin'
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God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die
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I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94
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he was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
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robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
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he ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
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now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward
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come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags
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kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust
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now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers
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might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust
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and nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what
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(Chorus)(2X)
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Welcome to My City
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Master P |