At All Times Lyrics - Singles - Fiend

Welcome to new orleans 

Or should I say where the fiends live 

Home of the no limit soldiers 

My name is fiend 

Yall cluckers better get ready for this 

Welcome to a soldier world 

What we do what we do 

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The hood go feel me on this one 

They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin 

Knowin it ain't no escape from a hungry baby in ya face 

So I love the place 

Gun sparks thru new orleans dark 

So death my gat shoot ya 

Cause of the color of my heart 

Have to put a fool on the floor 

And I won't ignore 

Cause fiend is my name 

What made me do it 

I live like that 

That dope he go have to charge it to da game 

Nigga I'm a man 

So I have to have some born sense 

To be a provider 

No limit rider 

When they hollar 

17th survior 

Bout my dollars 

Fuck the pride 

I done got me a key 

Funny how you got a 1000 grams 

How the dope heads just wanta be me 

Wanna kill me 

A young g 

With a half a nerve 

About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird 

That's my word 

Smoking backwoods filled with erb 

Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb 

The ultimate serve 

Getting it off all in a week 

Time to re up 

So I'm go be up 

Getting the grind in the streets 

Nigga! 

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(chorus 2x) 

I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying) 

I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying) 

Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe 

We about to burn the chase 

In all the place 

Go be leavin discrace 

Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face 

Strong arming for space 

Which shop 

I'm go leave them baggin grams 

I'm a bad man 

Strap in my hand 

Give me some mad plans 

Picture my city 

Surrounded by crimnals 

And then some 

I'm go have to hit one 

And back them bitches off with my m-one 

Them domes! domes! 

That's what he caught 

Have to lay him in chalk 

Should seen serv 

Insurance should of been bought 

What the fuck you thought 

That fiend 

State ya rank 

The silent private 

That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground 

Till there bodies turn blue and violet 

My greed is violent! 

Born with plans to be? 

When the folks come I'm go leave it 

Got him in the headlock 

Some niggas? 

911 go need it 

My nine my only justice 

Rollin past screamin fuckers 

My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks 

I don't give a fuck 

Brang ya boys and ya another gat 

You'll be suckin up stains 

Beware of my nigga 

Mr.40 cal 

Well! 

Chorus til end