Big Mike - The N.O. lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] I'm from that 17th N.O., just in case you didn't know Nawlins Phats is the name I acquired Tougher than barbed wire With a hold on the game like grip pliers The reason my predecessors retired I'm a fool, don't let nobody tell you nothin different As a youth I had my share of plenty a**-whoopings For actin bad, most of my life was lived without a dad Bein present, so by trial and error I learned my lessons Within the streets I'm a blessing Shinin light on all of those who would follow Packin a strap full of hollows Like Jesus walked on water I walk on broken bottles In dimlit alley ways, gangsta is my bravado God is my provider I spit it with intentions to get you higher settin your soul on fire No one can do it better than Puttin phrases together like the Letterman Word to K-Solo, I'm big, I throw bolos Knockin n***as up on they a**es Hard ever since the days of cuttin cla**es At JY where gutta muthaf**as stay fly Starch Levis, cutthroat rules I play by The gang's Affiliated, we runnin sh** On some other sh**, trust you don't want none of this Got ya sick throwin up, yeah, cause it's hard to stomach this Truth that needs no proof, straight replacin your ignorance [ VERSE 2 ] Little child runnin wild Tryin my hardest to get my foot in, rise from the bottom of the pile Raised by Gert Town hounds, OG's who held me down ( ? ) got me to where I'm at now I'm gutter down, my swag is g-like Purposely stylin on motherf**ers who think that they can see Mike I love no hoe But I gots no problem lovin a real woman who gon' be that fa-sho My mama always told me if she easy she ain't ready If she greedy she ain't ready, so I'ma play her if she let me I gotta do it, flow lethal like embalming fluid Conducive to explosives when translated into music I'm a ( ? ) word chemist cookin up toxic methods Takin you way deep Into My Mind like Heather Headley Lord please, place me into position to serve MC's I'm in need, and I don't wanna go back to sellin ki's Make an example out of all of 'em, they bluffin They weak, without that materialistic flow - they gots nothin Straight blown up, manufactured with no substance Half-a**ed like a holiday turkey with no stuffing [ VERSE 3 ] I'm a living legend unlike Pac and Biggie Whose fate was similar to our ancestors, know your history Black against black Ain't no slavemaster trickin, I ain't goin out like that Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h I fear no evil under His wings of protection, I stay kept Wakin up those who slept on me They blind tryina walk in the dark without no one to say, "Watch your step, homie" They hatin but I soar like an eagle on 'em Fall back to the hood and then push that Regal on 'em Uh, Southside still holdin Grain-grippin, 30-inch chrome rims I'm rollin Yeah, and for you jackers who wanna get me You deserve to if you catch me in a souped up F-150 Movin swiftly on the Twin Span, N.O. bound 12's beatin out the a** with the windows down Come on