P]
Yo Nigga you Keep your on the rollers nigga. the weed (ok) We gon' head up 10 We pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' our business We gon' We make it back to the N.O. u know whut? Us South don't playa hate We got from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth But it's your baby We handle our business And we gonna do shit like g'z We gonna the gizame Ya me?
C]
This game up I ain't got no I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Ugh, and I'm a real Down to put a forty-five to his Lay it muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine Take them out everytime and I try to dine Niggaz dyin' port (huh nigga what?) Thank that I'm playin? (huh what?) Bust 17 times and let 'em feel I'm sayin' UGK and Cadillac and a (Master P) Bout to the platinum Smoke dank and some drank But bitch luv me when I to your city Serve my dick out her and my nuts on her titties Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your With my mask on my face and my thang in your Now get mind right nigga (mind right) and make a bitch and never put trust in a ass bitch x4]
I'm pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!) Lay down on the (flo') Want the and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
B]
They try to run up in the (run up) Now oon Bun B I see me P and C in (danger) Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Fuckin' with me and my fanga. But to this shit nigga we strangers But I bust my magnums Gotta gage pistols Hand grenades, and mines chopper bombs and missiles Some of them bitches of them bitches silent But all them bitches business All of them it bout it and dangerous soldiers that gang with us Bang with us, hang us get that No Limit with us I came to bust every ass in my way till over so get the chip off shoulder fix lip I done yah we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' Nigga I can see that you got Sit down and take a time ain't nothin' ta sneeze at the in your eyes I see bitch the key's & g'z at?
x2]
Lay it down gotta go Give me the loot is what I 'em When I in the doe' I'm mad at the world for my of havin' papers Fuck the law and the I'm down for a caper
P]
Some say we Especially when we I'm mo than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for You see I'm deadly like I run through your and leave it messy like messy
I got to much in my head I wanna take my own My chance is a 211 But it got me twicee It's a right now So drugs ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No there be no money or rapping.
P]
You see my boy had a full of keyz and g'z The word on the street is his told his baby momma to freeze! You see you trust nobody in this dope game keep your eyez on enemies Stack some and get out man.
me a ski-mask, a 9 I'll be a down ass And watch me a flee-flicker And make my cheese get If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean 'cause if I go to jail it's be better than living like this 2 shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout broke And if you bout i a move nigga, gotta go Just some bout it from New Orleans tapes hooked up C-Murder, P, and UGK Now Nigga
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