Sick with it, nigga, yeah   9th Ward, should of never woke me up   Bad nigga, can't stop   Can't fuck with me, look here      Popping pistols at random   When the smoke clears   I'll be the only nigga standing   I won't leave a witness   I'm a thug what you don't see the killa in my eyes      With this fire arm, sitting on my side   Been patiently waiting for a victim to step out of the crowd   So I could prove why they label me wild   I'm sick and psychotic, I got a problem, I'm addicted to thugging   Fuck what you say 'cause I ain't wanting for nothing, look here      This for my gangsta ass niggaz in the club   Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking thug   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      This for my niggaz that's still on the grind   Nothing but pussy and money up on your mind   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      I'm sick with mine, you could feel the heat in the flow   You see the crowd start to bucking when I walk in the do'   I'm real with mine, nigga I ain't the one you should beef with   I keep's my bitch and that ain't the one that I sleep with      Am I still a soldier? Na, you could keep it   I'm a 9th Ward nigga and that ain't no secret   Want me to cross over, understand, I still lay that I'm over   I'm use to capping the hood on my shoulders      Ghetto representative, here's nothing colder, here's nothing boulder   I was kept in the shade, didn't want me to shine   But I done broke the chains and I'm back for what's mine   I done ditched the tank and replaced it with a 9      If I die, I'ma die amongst my own kind   Nigga, I'm from the Crescent, I'm 'bout whatever you thought   Make a move and I'm blasting with no question      This for my gangsta ass niggaz in the club   Throw up your set,if you a mo'fucking thug   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      This for my niggaz that's still on the grind   Nothing but pussy and money up on your mind   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      This for my niggaz that's still on the block   Fuck safety, keep the mo'fucker cocked   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      And to my niggaz locked down, Mac-A-Don and C   I can't wait for the day that they tell me you free   So until your lawyers tell me that your cases are won   I'ma keep the fire burning like it's 'spose to be done      Fuck my past, you better keep a eye on my future   Bringing the competition that these rappers ain't use to   Making the type of statement that these rappers'll work from   If you think I'm scared, you don't know where I come from      I'm use to getting packages by the lump some   I ain't hard to find, I'm in the 9 if you want some   Teflon Don, pistol grip pump   Crazy glued to my palm, better sound the alarms      This for my gangsta ass niggaz in the club   Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking thug   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      This for my niggaz that's still on the grind   Nothing but pussy and money up on your mind   You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      Tear it up   (Come on, tear it up, nigga)   Tear it up   (Come on, tear it up, nigga)      Tear it up   (Come on, tear it up, nigga)   We could tear this mo'fucking club up   We could tear this mo'fucking club up      Look here, who gon' keep you rocking like I do?   Who gon' keep you bobbing like I do?   Who gon' keep it real like I do?   Ain't nobody gon' do what I do      W-W-What you wan' do?   Ain't nobody gon' do what I do   Ain't nobody gon' do what I do