Artist: Fiend Album: The Addiction Song: Thugg'n and Drugg'n Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yo yo (F-E nigga the Addiction), for real man Niggaz ain't hear from a nigga, like when I go to jail They don't even need the paper and shit though, ya know I'm saying Which is a good fucking thing, (where we at right now) Welcome to the water New Orleans, nigga they call me Fiend Ya know all wards connect down here, ya heard me Uptown-Downtown ya know, 3rd Ward 17th We got 7th Ward in this bitch, ya heard me Yeah we going to Texas too nigga, whomp-whomp [Fiend] I got fifty five pounds, got five whole bricks The L-B's train wrecked blocks, no step no whip The city where I reside, mostly incomes fixed Where the lights staying on, is first on our christmas list Use to work at Subway, and my last years are calm The money was real slow, I was doing it all wrong I found me some good weed, I call it that say-won My uncle died from muddy water, you know it as her-on I'm a menace to society, feeling people watching me So I pose like the club picture, yeah it's just my watch and me You hate money (what), you gotta be knocking me Don't like it, try to come putting a stop to me [Hook - 4x] I'm thugging, I'm drugging You probably see me in your city, nigga hustling On the grind, but we call it the swamps in my ride I got 99 years, in the trunk [Verse 2] Bandana round my hammer, fingerprints off the cannon Mind your mo'fucking manners, or I'll leave ya where you standing Bodybag em (bodybag em), New Orleans Louisiana Niggaz cause a lot of damage, won't talk if I couldn't trap or can em Man, nigga fuck what ya'll saying Ain't another click, fucking with the san' gang (bang bang) Same gang slang cain, to the nameless Blamed for a lot of thangs, still remain shameless Same fifth same clips, still stainless Still will leave you brainless, even if I get famous Yeah, a heavy accent in my language Can't even explain it, what just happened to that plaintiff [Hook - 2x] [Verse 3] I can't stop hustling, I'm needed by the fiends Can't tell I made the junkies scratch, like the magazines Empty magazines, leave hoods full of murder scenes Same block I hug, yellow tape it was always seen Lil' one on the dragon's words, blame it on the coedine Syrup and that herb, have a nigga on a crazy lean Whip dripping wet, like a storm just passed And the pain change colors, ery'time you walk passed it No I ain't asked style, mo'fucker I am style So cool, and that haze is super loud Swag extra great, it's residue I scrape Off the jaw, yeah I need all that cake Money come my way, so honies come my way Like young and dumb, no money get thrown your way The hear the cock on the K, should see the shock on they face Like that's around the corner, and he two steps away [Hook - 2x]