[Master P] Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope Time to break these hoes of somethin My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G
the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) [Bun B] They try to run up in the manger (run up) Now hold oon Bun B I see me P and C in danger
it be that niggas thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did? May they rest in peace but while I'm alive I pop shit P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips Put
windows Hit the side show bust a nigga in a Pinto Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party (What?) It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta
in Cleveland thug all night long My Niggaz in Ohio thug all night long My nigga Boss an' B thug all night long Pokey an' Jermaine thug all night long Master P
with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit We 'bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit We 'bout to hop off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit
right? Wanna get rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga Fake switch bitch ass nigga, in to get lynched ass nigga Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master
diner Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic Idiotic, niggas bout it bout it I got history, B I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P. The Blast Master
Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger I told you motherfuckas we some hard ass niggas [bitch] [hook] x2 [master p] Mask up with the homies
y'all up there soldiers Whazzup Big Boz, nigga Master P, I got C-Murder with me, T-scot, L.d. Silkk The Shocker, Big Mo Gangsta T and you know what?
cube said, it's really been a trip I'd rather be Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. that's why its... Chorus x2 Verse 2 (master p) Picture me rollin
on the scale so y'all can feel dis Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s I slung it on the street to
some gangsta shit who we be, we be some tru niggas with TRU across our stomach and countin legal drug money nationwide, but runnin this underground with KL, Mo B, Craig B
your side with that nine [silkk] And the pippen [big ed] The kamakaze, these suckers really don't know me, the o.g. Rolling with king george, cally g, and master p
a nigga steps on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum, ready here I, come Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin' rocks when Master P
live California poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons hustlers hustle gangsters banging whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin whatch for you claiming its B
Stop the monkey shit Put my fist in your monkey mouth So everybody swing with me D-r-e, o-b-g from the c-p-t It's on again so tell a friend We got it
16 shots up out the glock I come about it [Master P] 140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy Master P