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Puddle Of Mudd - 9th Ward lyrics
Chorus
 I'm from the ninth ward[Been there since the day I was born]
 From the ninth ward[Got us coming up like a storm]
 From the ninth ward[Niggas better sound the alarm]
 Here come the ninth ward,ninth ward hard
 [Magic]
 Bitch,I was born and raised in the ninth ward
 So you niggas don't bother me
 You can say what you may about the ninth ward
 But I bet you won't follow me
 'Cross that canal where my niggas dwell
 You know me well
 Cause I sold rocks, upon my block
 Till I was hotter than hell
 Every nigga down here remember me
 Nothin' really changed but my gold teeth
 I'm still that same nigga from my Flood Street
 Only difference now is that I'm on my feet
 And I don't sell dope no mo'
 Don't rob no mo'
 Mane a nigga don't plot no mo'
 Cause I'm performing in shows 
 Shakin' off hoes
 Smokin' on optimos
 It'll be a World War 3 fuck with me
 Now my niggas won't let that ride
 I'm the only nigga out chere screaming 9th Ward
 So people tryin' to keep me alive
 Everywhere I go they see the nine on my arm
 And they swear that I'm in a gang
 But nigga this is a warning, I'm 'bout my hands
 Like I'm 'bout them motherfucking thangs
 I'm trouble starter just like my father 
 He was raised in the nine
 So if you cut my arm it still tated in my mind
 No matter millions or which ever the situation might comePuddle Of Mudd - 9th Ward - http://motolyrics.com/puddle-of-mudd/9th-ward-lyrics.html
 I'll never forget you niggas 
 Never forget where the fuck I'm from
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 [Magic]
 You know you could take the nigga out the nine
 But you can't take the nine out of nigga
 Pulling capers is my nature 
 I'm addicted to making paper
 Got my own way of living 
 Bitch I'm from the C-T-C
 Where niggas roam around looking for beef
 Killing for free 
 I take this ward shit to heart 
 It's tated on my arm
 So me and my niggas never part
 I keep you niggas in my mind 
 For every clucker that I serve
 For every nigga that I shot
 For every tourist that I robbed
 To every god damn rock
 For every cop that done chased me 
 To the bitches that hate me
 What have you done for me lately
 For every neighbor that was peeking at four o'clock in da morn
 It never helped to lock me up
 You could've left me alone
 We learned to improvise on my block
 Never had a ball 
 We played football wit' a concrete rock
 Now picture that
 I could never forget my mission
 I'm a turn the nine into something bigger that yo' vision
 Before I'm done the world'll scream
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