Bout It Bout It..., Part III (feat. Master P)

Yo Cam, man, let's flip this thing on these ****, you heard me

Let's do it, my ****

Well do your dizang

There's nothing, man, up top, down south, right

Oh yeah, oh yeah

We 'bout it

All right, whoadie, yeah

Yo, this one here goes out to them boys that's 'bout it, 'bout it

Master P, Cam'Ron

We takin' this from the south to the east, uh

I represent, where them killers at?

145th and Broadway, you get your head cracked

Get your legs snapped, arm twist, ribs cracked

Whip tapped, play fair, day care, kids napped

You think you real? Well my posse is crazier

Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia

I'm 89 and O, Audi eighters

Beef and N-O, I had to call no limit up

Baby mack, baby gat, shit to wake the baby up

My baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck

Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the caddy

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cinncinati

In the Double-O I represent the CO

Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo

'Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off

Snow so white the only thing missing is seven dwarfs

Killa Cam, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Jim Jones, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Freeky Z, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Santana, that boy 'bout it, 'bout it

Harlem World, you know they 'bout it, bout it

Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy

145th and Broadway, them boys real

You know them boys, they don't play

Ayo, I'm bouncing through an ounce or two

My crib look like the Fountainbleu

A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew

Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do

I made it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes

I got head but need more mouth

119th to whorehouse, soon as the tour's out

Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'

I pop ack over some oxi cotton

Cotton Club and Roxy Robins

Rubies and rocks we poppin'

Booties, oozies and Glocks'll stop 'em

Battery on his head copper to him

When I'm in the building, dog, you got to watch him

Got to spot him, tray eight, a floor revolver

The DA sergeant and coroner's problem now

High get eight done, Dipset don't play none

Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one, Santana

Killa Cam, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Jim Jones, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Freeky Z, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it

Santana, that boy 'bout it, 'bout it

Harlem World, you know they 'bout it, bout it

Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy

145th and Broadway, them boys real

You know them boys, they don't play

You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang

15th and Lennox, nine tray, they do they own thang

In uptown, up on 40th, phat Sean hit the block

Dog, he move that water shit, he like the network

Over wet work, you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt

Then if you walking through Foster and Taft

Flossin' that cash and ganstas put the torch to your ass

And I can't forget AK and Wagner

My dogs straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya

One callin' daddy Sheik and Q

LBs and Sally beat your crew, now come on

And dope stacks right in front the liquor store

Hennessy, little me, me you know flipped the raw

My Dipset, oh yeah, they 'bout it

Sixteen shots up the Glock, I come about it

I represent the South, now the world gon' feel it

Work for a hunnid mill, still done with gorillas

I'm in the project punched it up

Like Toys-R-Us

Retire my jersey, 65 for every chicken I plucked

Pass me the purple stuff whoaide, it's time to get smert

I'm on the block, thousand grams on Hogan and Kirk

We in them t-shirts and doo rags

Females all fall back when no limit boys in the house

Haters get back, hot one hold it down

In foreign ghettos, Big Boys, Uptown, Rochablave and Erato

C-Murder locked up but his name still ringin'

Me and silk gettin' yoked, ridin', hustlin', and slangin'

You know we 'bout it, I mean we rowdy

From New Orleans to the ATL, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it

Saint Louis they keep 'em swangin'

LA to Las Vegas, them homies out there gangbangin'

Oklahoma to Tennessee, them boys ain't playin'

'Cause you know they B-O-U-T

Texas, Florida, Detroit, Georgia

Them boys done graduated from an 8th up on the water-water

Kansas 'bout it, Virginia rowdy

Illinois boys to Mississippi 'bout it, 'bout it

New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the whole California

North Carolina, South Carolina, throw dem boys

Pennsylvania, Alabama, 'bout to let 'em know

Missouri rowdy, Boston 'bout it

The New No Limit, Roc-A-Fella, it's 'bout it, 'bout it