504 To Yo City lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Slim (New Orleans Exposed Sample)]
Man f*ck allat if a n*gga lived pass '94 was off the porch he a gangsta!
f*ck allat!

[Verse 1: 12Guage]
f*ck you n*gga, I'm coming through with pistols that I
Got from a n*gga that I got for you. I got 25 guns on my
Motherf*cking shelf, I got 3 n*ggas riding with me coming out the Melf!
I got killers on my team, yo n*gga sh*t seem like a motherf*cking scheme
f*ck it grab a triple beam. It's bout time to wake up from dope, and issue it
n*ggas talking sh*t we got to push the sh*t and we making it!

[Verse 2: AV]
I brought the 504 to yo city baby! I know you love it!
With them 501's and them G'Nikes on swag on a hunnit
I'm New Orleans stunna grew up under Cash Money YaHeardMe
Born in '94, youngin YaHeardMe!

She yellin' these hoes, bet not f*ck with my Juve!
Then she bend it over bust it open like a uzi!
Big fine woman won't ya back that ass up!
Class in the morning tryna stack them racks up!

Heard yo city got them jackers, can't nobody jack us!
We know it's a cold world & keep heat in our jackets!
Got beef then break fast or we have ya for breakfast!
And ya mama leave the crib everyday in a black dress!
It's crucial in my city, the heart is under attack!
Only type of arrest we accept is Cardiac!
You can die for your two cents these n*ggas kill y'all for less!
Brought the 504 to Texas tried to send them n*ggas back

But f*ck it, now they love us & we the face of the public!
This remind me of when Juvenile was on top of the Hummer!
Been working so hard on the tape f*ck I missed the whole summer!
Might bring in some girls from the city, and that's word to Stunna!