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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curtis James Jackson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
David Love
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Capri
Producer
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yo, LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga
Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son, I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
Now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin' them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
Runnin' 'round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin' spot with no dice
Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and not bustin' off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
I only say things once, never twice, don't fuck with me
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well, don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet niggaz will stand around sayin', "Damn, who did that?"
I'm the type nigga, to dare you to touch the?
I'm the type to borrow your gat and won't give the shit back
I'm F to the I F T Y C E N T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin', son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin'
I plan to take over New York and start expandin'
Was Bob Marley singin' about tex when he sung, 'I'm Jammin"
Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in [unverified]
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin' with you, I want my money motherfucker
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well, don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit
You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin' it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street
'Cause these three niggaz are startin' to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggaz live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low 'cause niggaz heard of you
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well, don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well, don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, David Love
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