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(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
