It's the return of a living legend mayne I done did it once

And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh

You gotta love it cause it's real mayne

This for everybody out there searchin for somethin

Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out

Stay focused get what you can get man and keep movin

Never look back

How could a n***a shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three

One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be

Most n***az want titles and they rap for fame

I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta best hustling in the rap game

Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco

'Fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat

I put the Cali on the map my n***a

And I'll never kiss radio or TV a*s I'll go back to slangin pillars

And most n***az they'll bust under pressure

Don't matter how much money you got police'll still sweat ya

When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin

I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans

They say he young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid

I had changed my life I'm tryin to be here for these kids

But most n***az'll still point the finger

And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherf**ker bang ya

Call all hip hop dot coms The Source the Vibe XXL Murder Dog

I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my n***a I gets paper y'know

When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal IT'S ME

I gets my money Cause I'm a hustler

But anybody think they can get rid of me

Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this you feel me

And then I'ma sic my son on y'all ya heard me

Real n***az see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em

You can't come from the radio or suburb and

Try to hold these streets down seen n***az get beat down

Scarface and Jake put this out on the map I got a piece now

Made over fo' hundred million and change

Still kept it real never disrespected the game

And y'all n***az know how I love Atlanta

But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama

Mississippi Louisiana St Louis Country Grammar

Tennessee and Texas Billy Boys rollin Phantoms

Oklahoma Arkansas Carolina to Kentucky

Dem Boyz got golds candy paint on buttons

Even doe Lil Wayne and Baby like to stunt

They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up

Three 6 got a chance Young Buck kept it real

Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Cahville

And most of these youngsters they forget where they came from

If it wasn't labels like Rap A Lot there wouldn't be no No Limit

And then No Limit opened the doors for the rest of South so

It's like this whole Bout it Bout It thang man was like a movement

But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man

It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me

I stole my first car with a n***a named Herb

If I thank I seen the police I put it to the curb

We was young and buckwild in the hood havin fun

A van drove by and my boy caught one

My heart poundin I was chasin the past

I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass

I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion

And put me in a can or even take me to the ocean

Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up

Man I'm a No Limit Soldier I had to get up

My boy Boz had a lil' change I had a lil' change

F**k we put it together den we jumped up in the game

Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star

But I never thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far

My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters

You could survive the game and bounce back but don't f**k with fakers

Maaan I coulda been did this s**t but I'm not on no industry s**t my n***a

I had to find me I had to find who I wanted to be

I did this s**t ten years still here 75 million records n***a

I don't see no n***a out there could top that or try

But if you can my n***a and you do then that's cool too

But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another n***a come up

Or never forget where I came from my n***a

That's what this about this about teachin mayne

Savin these kids you know

I ain't battle rappin I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick

This me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper

I'm tryin to be the best hustler ever came to the rap game you feel me

That's my title my n***a if you gotta give me one I'm 'bout gettin paper

I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this d**e mayne

We out this B***h mayne or should I say we back in this motherf**ker

You feel me