Round here   There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   And if you really wanna know      There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   Look, look      I'm from the city of the wickedest, cut throat connivers   We keeps it gutter, till the day that we die   We roam the streets at dark, all we got to survive   Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word      Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I'm horse   You ever touch one of mine, I'm coming for you and yours   If you ain't got to jack at the murder, you ain't shit   When you hear the blacka-blacka, you know somebody got hit      Hope it ain't none of mine, and if it's mine   I be coming to get you die trying, survival of the fittest   We the sickest no disrespect but these boys got heart   It could be the dope but these boys play the part      Murder capital, just a couple years back   In my city, itching to put us right back on the map   When you hear the click-clack, you know it's time to smash   Playa in chest-tolic, catch a bullet in the ass      Round here   There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   And if you really wanna know      There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   Look, look      I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots   I'm a 9th Ward nigga, so I can't be stopped   Fill a X, fill a boy, whatever get us high   With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die      Be careful what you say, 'cause if my people feel played   You bound to get sprayed, hole in your fade   I'm in between your braids, we love cracking domes   We love car jacking and breaking in people homes      Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms   I'm a felon, ain't no papers on this pistol in my palm   Suicidal, murder mo' common than craw fish   Nigga die, we second line ain't that a biatch      Nigga got your number, no need to wonder   Who put Lil' Whodi under?   Crooked ass police force, them the biggest dope dealers   New Orleans made us killas, my nigga, you got to feel us      Round here   There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   And if you really wanna know      There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   Yeah, yeah      This for my thug and thugettes, niggas in the ghet's   Throw up your hood nigga, represent your set      Round here   There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here   And if you really wanna know      There's nothing but thug niggas down here   Nothing but hard heads round here   Nothing but straight killas down here      Look, come on, come on, keep it real   No other nigga gon' thug like me   Tear up a club like me, whack a nigga for free   Beat down the police, spit in the judge face   Slap a motherfucker if he get out of place, down here, what?