For The N.O
Fiend Lyrics


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Hear that?
Sucker got ice cubes in a cup nigga!
It's like I'm coolin my drink off nigga!
And this my watch boy!
Like I'm coolin my drink off!
We all paid over here nigga!
Yeah! Yeah boy! Yeah!
c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
I get up early and grab my stash-uh
First on the set to bust my ass-uh
Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
Even deep down I know crack kills-uh
Could you blame me totin this heat-uh
Things sweet, but I want shit sweet-uh
I'm the Fiend around here, I got a provider
I hear slangin this hard white powder
Shit live, but I want shit liver
Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor
Hurtin people, I'm a well known dodger
That's why I sing my hustle chant so loud-uh

Chorus:
Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
c'mon I said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Only in New Orleans, nigga, No Limit!

[Verse 2]
Hustlin never stops until you finish
How we're livin over here at No Limit
Got what you want from rap, the good D-uh
You get the pounds from (..?..)
Right now tell me what you need from me-uh
Cause I got big boulders 2 for 3-uh
Inspired from Master P's Ghetto D-uh
Where I learned ain't shit comin for free-uh
The beat came from my nigga KLC-uh
And I'm capital F-I-E-N-D-uh
Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars
And bout weed and money can't holla
I out here for the paper and power
Gettin off this shit at all times and hours
Cause the way I put it, is I serve enough dubs
My shit gon' be the coldest in the club, nah





Chorus

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Fiend's song "For The N.O." is a vivid description of the hustling and survival culture in the streets of New Orleans. The opening lines of the song capture the sense of display and competition that often underlies street life with the sound of ice cubes in a cup like currency being flaunted. The first verse reveals the pressures of the environment where the singer often questions the morality of his actions, balancing the need to "feed his people" and pay bills with his awareness of the damage caused by drug abuse. He is also keenly aware of the need to protect himself in a dangerous world where "shit sweet but I want shit sweeter." He cites his reputation as a "dodger" and the need to constantly sing his "hustle chant" to survive.


The second verse is more of a declaration of independence and resilience, as the singer makes clear that hustling is "how we're living over here at No Limit." He acknowledges the priorities of the game: the "good D" from rap and the need to "get off this shit at all times and hours." He claims inspiration from Master P's "Ghetto D," where he learned that "ain't shit coming for free." However, he also asserts his individuality with the spelling of his name as "capital F-I-E-N-D," and the promise that his "shit gon' be the coldest in the club."


Line by Line Meaning

Hear that?
Do you hear that sound?


Sucker got ice cubes in a cup nigga!
That person has ice cubes in their drink.


It's like I'm coolin my drink off nigga!
I feel like I'm cooling my drink too but without ice.


And this my watch boy!
This is my watch.


Like I'm coolin my drink off!
It looks like I'm using my watch to cool my drink.


We all paid over here nigga!
Everyone here has enough money to pay for things.


Yeah! Yeah boy! Yeah!
Expressing excitement or agreement.


c'mon, c'mon
Encouragement for someone to start doing something.


I get up early and grab my stash-uh
I wake up early and get my supply of drugs.


First on the set to bust my ass-uh
I am the first one working hard on this.


Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
I need to provide for my family and pay my expenses.


Even deep down I know crack kills-uh
I know that using crack is dangerous, despite my actions.


Could you blame me totin this heat-uh
Would you blame me for carrying a gun?


Things sweet, but I want shit sweet-uh
Things are good but I want them even better.


I'm the Fiend around here, I got a provider
I am the one who supplies drugs in this area.


I hear slangin this hard white powder
I am selling this cocaine.


Shit live, but I want shit liver
Things are good, but I want them even better than they are now.


Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor
Perhaps because I survived growing up in the 17th ward of New Orleans.


Hurtin people, I'm a well known dodger
I am known for avoiding danger and causing harm to others.


That's why I sing my hustle chant so loud-uh
I am vocal about my approach to making a living through drug dealing.


Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Let me hear you saying that you need to sell drugs today.


c'mon I said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
I am urging you to say it. You need to sell your drugs today.


Hustlin never stops until you finish
You have to keep working hard until you achieve your goal.


How we're livin over here at No Limit
This is how we are living our lives here at No Limit Records.


Got what you want from rap, the good D-uh
You will get what you need from rap because it's good.


You get the pounds from (..?..)
You can buy pounds of drugs from me or other dealers in this area.


Right now tell me what you need from me-uh
Tell me what you want to buy from me right now.


Cause I got big boulders 2 for 3-uh
I am selling big rocks of drugs for two dollars each or three for a larger amount.


Inspired from Master P's Ghetto D-uh
I was inspired by Master P's album Ghetto D to sell drugs.


Where I learned ain't shit comin for free-uh
I learned that nothing in life is free in the area where I grew up.


The beat came from my nigga KLC-uh
My friend KLC produced this music track.


And I'm capital F-I-E-N-D-uh
I spell my name as F-I-E-N-D.


Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars
I am out here working hard to make some money.


And bout weed and money can't holla
You can't complain about weed or money because that is just how it is here.


I out here for the paper and power
I am working hard for money and influence.


Gettin off this shit at all times and hours
I am selling drugs all the time.


Cause the way I put it, is I serve enough dubs
I sell a lot of drugs, especially dub sacks.


My shit gon' be the coldest in the club, nah
My drugs will be the best at the club tonight.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, RICHARD JONES

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