[ Master P]
Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
when ya`ll ready for that nigga, I got.
Huh nigga what? (You be coughing this shit up)
I`m just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin` to move cocaine
Herion and Weed
And a young nigga tryin` to have thangs
(Chorus)
Tell......Me
Huh nigga what?
I`m just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin` to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin` to have thangs
[Fiend]
Who was the first of the brothers
who said no bottle, because a
They crossed a bird
Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
From the curb, I observe
Making tunes, I would be getting Benz and Jewels
You niggas give me room
Before I bring a lots of doom
I be soon to wearing time
17 and getting heavy
Seven fingers like off to find the relly
Oh my felly, my belly
Full of fast food
Cuz I know that cash rules my life
To like as twice as the nights
I`m living, Try my life
Fully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop busted
But I stick em` and break it off
So the rest won`t test me
Luckily, Never sticking my business
Til` these hoes, And I give my friends living tears
Like my department store, C`mon
(Uhhhhhh)
(Chorus- 2x)
[ Kane and Abel ]Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a key
Twenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me
I`m bout to get into thuggin`, muggin`
Yeah this O.P. chuggin`
You can find me in the hood
Tryin` to slang something
I serve a million Fiends
For million dollar dreams
B.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I`m bout my cream
Thunder Weed and Sex
More crack than cracker jack
Silkk, 100-dollar, Tens
Please tell my friend he be right back
They say we hold it down
Like we paralized from the neck down
Slang from sun down to sun down
Smoking A Pound
(Chorus-2x)
(M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin` 211
don`t make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)
[ Kane and Abel ]
This a kidnapp, Don`t make it a killing
Put a game til` the game`s over
Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing
To get paid with a gyps of AK`s
If you looking for revenge, Better dig two graves
Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
20 A grams, OZ`s, To A balls to quaves
My hustle never stop, uh
Block to Block, Like a nigga sittin` on three keys
Till a rock to rock C`mon
(Chorus-4x)
[ Master P ]
Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master P
It ain`t no limit nigga
Clean your dirty money out to good money
You heard, Tryin` to have a thang
From the motherfucking streets to the world
Real niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, Rowdy
Uhhhhhh
