(hit em up, get em up, stick em up) You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P]
[Master P and Layzie Bone talking] Yo Layzie? Whats up man? Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right? Right. When we touch
[Master P] Niggaz, see this one here? You see this one here? Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin' board I don't give
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh) [8X] [Master P] I live my life as a thug but girl you know I need ya each and every women that i
[Master P] Yo C, that's where your boo stay at? Oh they ballin' like that huh? What they think about you fool? Chorus [Erica Foxx] Boy they don't really
inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle
Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha! E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up boy? MP: Whats up 40 boy? E 40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey dont know we been doin dis. E 40:
That a nigga like me from tha C.P.T Came from servin fiends to Posin in magazines nigga we hustled on tha same corner Tha only difference is My hustle
: Master P] We leave the tags in the window, whodee Cus it's worth about a hundred V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin P.Miller throwbacks
streets like dice on the curb These bitch ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve A nigga named Master P told me hustle till
last song 'Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (R.I.P) 'Cause with the beat that's in the
wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees I'm a ho, Playaz Club, Ice Cube, Master P And since
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up) You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man
a pretty grill Blue Benz, new fins on pretty wheels? What you know about the Kappa beach party? I got a full tank like a Master P artist What you know
she licked my dick clean come right away she got a twomp sac of weed nigga I'm sippin my potna's got the tay' stay sippin' talkin about money,hoes,hustlin
drank he roll the Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can
[Chorus 4X: Master P] I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg [Master P] You can find me on the block
speak on my people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P