[Master P]
We ain`t got no money
so me an Silkk gon` hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain`t give a fuck,
niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
Armed robbery
[Silkk the Shocker]
I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you`ll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C,
when you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It`s time for you to puch out, I`m tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
It`s like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo` block an watch his shit every stop (It don`t stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
Nigga T-R-U`s my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
that be down to ride on yo` set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo` bet
Best believe I clock G`s, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
I smash, I`m up in your house
Chorus:
Cuz I`m a hustler, cuz I`m a killa, who gives a fuck
if I murder another ghetto nigga
Cuz I`m a hustler, cuz I`m a killa, who gives a fuck
if I murder another ghetto nigga
[Silkk the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G`s, choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P would you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
if the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I`ma hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, I`ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I`ma get the cream)
Ain`t no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: Nigga fuck it, get yo` ass on the flo`)
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook `em,
how you gon` fuck wit niggas we real black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
an that`s how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
Chorus
[Master P]
1, 2, 3, it`s yo` birthday
Ain`t no love on this muthafuckin first of the month,
it`s yo` last day
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain`t actin
It`s no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
fuck what you heard cuz, nigga, I`m ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it`s ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It`s time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain`t no love, murder muthafucka, this ain`t no funny farm
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
it`s time to go, ain`t no love where I`m from
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo` bitch
I don`t love no hoe don`t trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she`ll suck my dick (Damn)
Y`all niggas mad cuz I`m famous, it`s time to ride,
It`s time to ride, ain`t no love on the South Side
Chorus
[Master P]
Y`all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I`m not tryin to preach to y`all niggas but I`m tellin y`all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9`s to yo` muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said, it`s time to ride
I ain`t got no money, I might just pull a jack
but that`s what I might do
I`m not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
Y`all think about it
