(Master P)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin`
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y`all haters (something for y`all hater)
Y`all can`t fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
Now I`m space-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don`t make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout` to go physco, and load this rifle
I`m from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing ain`t nothing but a hobby
Don`t me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don`t make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don`t have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I`m from a little town called New Orleans
But blowing up like B-12
Niggas don`t give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don`t give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
I`m a have to break you off somethin`
(hook)
Break you off somethin`
Don`t make me break you off somethin` (x3)
(Pimp C)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I`m looking at dead, I`m fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain`t gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it`s funny, bought a 64`
I`m bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain`t no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po`s all the shit we did
I`m looking at rape, I`m looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I`m breaking them bitches off, putting `em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain`t really nothin` nothin`
Pimp C bitch 14-96`ll break you off somethin`
hook
(Bun B.)
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G`s be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya`
Y`all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that`s your ass bro
It`s the class of 9 scrilla on the for real`a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla`
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don`t make me break you off somethin` nigga
