Bout It, Bout It II

[Master P]

Uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem

Y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it)

If you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it

(that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it

I represent, its 1990-skrilla

It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer

Cause I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy

I hang with these killas that everyone talk about

We doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what)

We in the studio whippin' up dope tracks

Cause we real, you better guard your grill

Cause if we bout it, bout it

If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed

I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at

3rd Ward, Uptown, Calliope on the map

Back up off me, ain't no softy

Betta guard your grill mothafuckers, we comin' hard G

I got killers in the projects sellin' water

I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida

Bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)

I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)

You better watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it

I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap

Lay you on the floor and tell you

Bitch you better break off some snaps or dead

Put the pistol to your head

Ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave

I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'

Gone off that juice (formaldehyde) and leave their mothers cryin'

Cause their little boy is dead

Cause that color blue or red

And want to do what them other ballas said

To make some snaps, I mean to make some money

To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny

You want that beat in, ain't no way out

But death or that motherfuckin' jail house

If you bout it, say you bout it

I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it

I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it

Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it

C-Murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)

Big Ed you know he's bout it, bout it (bhudda

Nigga ????, that nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin)

Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)

Mercy Caller you know he's bout it bout it

And Cali-G in California is bout it, bout it

Mo B. Dick (if you bout it) you know he's bout it bout it

Nick Pokey you know he's bout it bout it

KLC of the Parkway is bout it, bout it

And Mr. Serv-On is bout it bout it

And Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it bout it

Sonya-C you know she bout it bout it

Silkk the Shocker you know he's bout it bout it

And Mia X is bout to kick some flava (she's rowdy, rowdy)

[Mia X]

Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it

So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit

Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south

Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth

So don't doubt the angel like voice, come across

Get your cucumber sliced and you messy ho tossed, boss bitch

I keep em sick from the way I kick my shit

And KLC got em scared cause he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit

No Limit niggas in the house, plus one niggette

With that pimpstress clout, now what they talkin' bout

Beaucoup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends

Militate from drame scenes

Infared beams aimin' at your forehead

Ain't no fuckin' country boys

Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you layin' in red

Puddles froma fuckin' ????

Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off

I really can't call it, cause once the gumbo be grieven

A nigga start ballin'

Strike up the second line band

And put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood

[Master P]

Bitch I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it

From Kansas City to St. Louis they bout it, bout it (they rowdy)

Down in Memphis you know they bout it bout it

From L.A. to Alabama they bout it bout it

Washington to Carolina to Georgia (they bout it)

Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to Florida

Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit (do that gangsta walk)

Lexington Kentucky to Louisville (you bout it) you know they bout it bout it

I mean they rowdy (break it up)

From Richmond California to San Francisco, to Oakland they bout it bout it

Down in Houston they bout it bout it

The Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it bout it

From Dallas to Waco to Austin (they been bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi them niggas flossin' (means they bout it)

B and M's on triple-gold and they bout it

That's how these gangstas roll

From Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida

To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans (they bout it)

They bout it, (they rowdy) I mean they rowdy

In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they bout it

My homie Tre-8, they bout it

Loony Skull Dugrey you know that fool is bout it

Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean Green, DJ Roe, Greg Streep

Levi, may he rest in peace

And all the other motha-niggas that are dead

Like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it bout it

BOUT IT (bout it bout it)