Featuring Mac Magic QB       [Ghetto Commission]    I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth    Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about    I was brought up in the city of ????    Had nerve with that nigga Pepper    That's you gots to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya    I used to hang across that water    That mighty nine another second    While loungin in the club I pack a stunt nose Smith n Wesson    Fuckin hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that's a war    These niggas out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling    It's a swamp nigga, we all ghost fuckin riders as we stunt niggas    That scrappin shit ain't happenin see you dead if yous a punk nigga    We floss around in Lexuses, from the boot to Houston, Texas    Any ??? that disrespect us recieve a slug clean through thier vest       I'm from where niggas end up lookin like funnels    when they crossin my tunnel    Left them bloody puddles, so ???? represent my jungle    The bricks bitch, my rad row where we ride slow    Go to war with Calicos, sendin niggas to thier burial    I'm tellin ya niggas'll be smellin ya, back at the canal    Niggas know we living foul with televised murder trials    We hustle, duckin JP in laced up brees    White T's, we keep our rocks the same place we keep our D    We meet at club James, known for blood stains    Niggas stay in front of teeners get caught up in the game    Lickin shots all over the place, shots on Wayms and DeVilla    Betty street, Garden road, Westbank, home of killers       [Mac]    From the eastbank to the westbank, it's our thing    From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing    It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing    Throw your hood up and claim nigga, it's an N.O. thing       [Ghetto Commission]    Let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward    look they ain't playin    Any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin    When you see them niggas with the white hankerchiefs    You get to the land of the lost    Cause these niggas bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost    Many niggas done got killed on the battlefield over Clintonfield    Yall aint even got to front, if these twisted for arms soldiers real    They knockin nuts off back in the cutoff, them niggas bout it too    You doubt it, call session, you could be another bloody body too    If I was you I'd keep my tools livin around them vicious fools    Darkside, lightside, boatside, fuck homocide rules    Them boys over the hump poppin trunks if you gettin outta line    Hells yeah, niggas packin that nine, respect our fuckin mind       [Magic]    Now all you hear is ninth ward this, nigga ninth ward that    It's Mr. Magic, puttin my fuckin hood on the map    You wanna die motherfuckers cause you're fuckin with G's    You dig your own fuckin grave when your fuckin with these    So where my niggas at, throw your fuckin nine in the air    Respect my nine, I represent it like I just don't care    Desire and galvant, nigga don't fiend and flood    Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love    It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm    So when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm    And if I die motherfuckers better sound the alarm    City under siege, Clinton couldn't stop this bomb       [QB]    Fuck with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam    Third ward, Parkway, Allaway, AK spray, now tell me who's the man    The click I roll with will leave you in the basement    Call your mama, tell her make a replacement    This nine must she waste it    No years I be facing in the crescent    Tryin to teach an adolescent, fuck them niggas I'm suggesting    You keep your mouth closed before your body wired with holes    Exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes       [Mac]    Check it    I'm camoflauged motherfucker, I bust em till they click    I make moves and keep these boss bitches up on my dick    Been camoflauge but ever since a young buck    I hit the scene like nigga what, do anybody wanna fuck    With this murda murda killer, blood spiller with rhyme    Or I cut your life short like my part in the last don    So much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom    Affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms    Nigga    That's it