After No Limit Records reorganization into Gutta Music, new members including Lil' Romeo, Krazy, Magic, Choppa, Currency, Mac, and T-Bo joined the group. This line up appears on their second album, Ballers, which includes the hit Tight Whips. After Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005, 504 Boyz released their third studio album, We Gon Bounce Back.
504 is the area code for New Orleans.
Ballers, their follow-up album, includes the hit Tight Whips. The songs focus on well-equipped cars, referred to as tight whips. These include vehicles such as Bentleys, Gucci Ferraris, Mercedes-Benz, Lincoln Navigators, and Jaguars. Car accessories such as 24" rims, spinning rims, wood grain dash, remote control key, candy paint, stitched seats, TVs, navigation systems, and DVD players are also mentioned.
Tell Me
504 Boyz Lyrics
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Or testify on any of my homies
That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
What's up Krazy, we in here
The New No Limit, code to the streets baby
[Chorus]
Could you tell me where my niggas at
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
[Krazy]
As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love
Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood
[Chorus x 2]
[Master P]
Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
See and Mac locked up, but we still a click
Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
25 caught ten, man it's just a game
When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast
And the judge send a word about cop a plea
They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
Facing life so it's strike three, independent
Slanging records call us coke dealers
See-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
[Chorus x 2]
[Krazy]
Lord please accept my nigga mail
Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell
For my dogs still slang for livings
Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping
I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
[Chorus x 2]
The song "Tell Me" by 504 Boyz is a heartfelt tribute to the rapper's friends who have been lost to either the prison system or to death. The lyrics of the song talk about the harsh reality of life for young men in the projects who are struggling to survive amidst violence, drug addiction, and poverty. The first verse of the song speaks about the code of the streets, in which one is expected to snitch or testify on any of their homies if need be. The chorus then asks where the rapper's friends are and how they ended up in either the penitentiary or the grave. The second verse is a rap from Krazy, which talks about his grief and pain as he visits his dead friend's grave. He talks about how he wishes he could hold his pain inside but ends up drinking till he's buried. The song ends with Master P's verse, which is a call for justice and a pledge to fight the system that oppresses black men.
The song is an example of southern gangsta rap that was popular in the late 90s and early 2000s. It was released in 2000 under the record label No Limit Records. The song was one of the more popular tracks from the album "Goodfellas," which was released the same year. "Tell Me" was produced by bass-heavy beats that were popular in southern music at the time. The song talks about real-life issues that many young men face who grow up in the projects. For many in the African American community, the song was relatable, and it became an anthem of sorts for those who had lost a loved one to either the penitentiary or to the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
504 I solemnly swear that I'll snitch
I promise to betray or testify against any of my friends
Or testify on any of my homies
I am willing to give evidence against my closest friends
That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
Betrayal is accepted in the code of the streets
What's up Krazy, we in here
Hello Krazy, we are present and ready to go
The New No Limit, code to the streets baby
We are the new No Limit and follow the code of the streets
Could you tell me where my niggas at
Can you inform me where my friends are?
In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
I cannot determine if they are in jail or dead
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
God, can you explain what caused their fate?
I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
Living in the projects has limited our opportunities and freedom
As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
While smoking weed, I am crying as I exit the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
My friend is buried, and it's scary to face the reality of life
Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
I am trying to suppress my pain and resort to drinking until I die
This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
I am under the influence of Hennessy, and my vision is obscured
Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
I am confronted with the truth that my friend is no longer here
For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
I point my gun at those who caused my friend's death
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
My friends are in prison, serving long jail terms
I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
I am willing to fight until death, regardless of the three-strike rule
I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun
I recall playing basketball with my friends just for enjoyment
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
If I shoot, then you have my permission to shoot with my gun
Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love
My dear friend Telly, I miss you, and I still have emotions for you
Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood
I deeply respect you as a man, and I would do anything for you
Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
Kevin Miller is dead, but he is still remembered fondly
See and Mac locked up, but we still a click
See and Mac are imprisoned, but we are still a tight-knit group
Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
My friends in jail send me letters, and they understand my suffering
25 caught ten, man it's just a game
The legal system is like a game, and a 25-year sentence for a ten-year crime is unjust
When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
The DEA and prosecutors know my lawyer, implying my presumed guilt
See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
Our black skin means our time on this earth is limited
I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast
I am with three dangerous criminals in jail, and I have to be on guard
And the judge send a word about cop a plea
The judge suggests taking a plea deal as a legal strategy
They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
They accuse us of being uneducated and angry because of our oppressed state
Facing life so it's strike three, independent
We are facing life imprisonment for our third strike, but we are self-sufficient
Slanging records call us coke dealers
People label us as drug dealers just because we sell music
See-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
See-Murder is innocent but trapped, and we will fight for him to gain worldwide support
Lord please accept my nigga mail
God, please accept the mail sent to my friend in jail
Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
I am worried that my friend compromised his values to get out of jail
I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
I heard that my friend Mac will be released from jail on bail
We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell
We are hustling to earn money and survive the difficult times when money is scarce
For my dogs still slang for livings
My friends are still engaged in illegal activities to earn a living
Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
I am grateful that God, including the black representation of Jesus, gives forgiveness
I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
I advise my younger friends that the streets are not a loving place
But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
My friends only pay attention to their survival instincts when seeking food
And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping
These soldiers will inflict serious harm if you are caught off guard
I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
I share similarities with Master P, and I am not stressed
A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him
A person who was addicted to drugs at a young age demonstrates the detrimental impact of the lifestyle
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
I vividly recall the cries of a mother as her son was killed
[Chorus x 2]
Repeats the chorus
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Written by: DAMON KRUKOWSKI, MICHAEL DEAN WAREHAM, NAOMI YANG
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David Marcin
Been looking for this song for 10 years his voice but the reality of life has changed the ways....
rob w
Maybe u was searching the og off crazy album
Thomas Pizzitola
big up to master p 4 keepin it in the N.O. and not selling out like weezy
Jason Mazur
This slaps harder than I remember
Ryan87Rcm
Almost 2023 and still the hardest songs out
nolimit2003
Krazy breather life album is 🔥from beginning to the end.
Darren Lemaster
this song hard . wish rap was still good this stuff on the radio is wack no dout!
Rob
Dammm one of the last real albums....
GETTA VISION
i love this song...i fucks with krazy