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Master P
Huh, it's like this here player.
Ain't no rules in the ghetto.
It aint really bout the dollar value.
It's bout the principle.
A life ain't worth nothing.
Any nigg* come shizzout on mine.
Ya hear what I'm saying?
I'm gonna handle that.
I'm gonna show these motherfkers I ain't playing.
That's the american way.
I mean I'm kicking up crack houses
knocking motherfking doors in cause I gotta get mine
Chorus x2
Time to get your fetty
Get your paper
Come short with the cream we goin take you
Master P
Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-On
Eighteen oz's add up, nigg* that's half home
Open up shop on six and berone street
The fiends walking around, every nigg* out there know me
Hear them on the beeper, nigg* it's on
Mr. Serv-On
I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home
Two came up short, somebody must be smoking
P grabbed that age k, nigg* we aint joking
Master P
Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain
1997, ?????????????? the dope game
Mr. Serv-On
Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shorts
I'm aiming that beam at your motherfking heart
Master P
Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer
A 187 for this crystal white powder
So Serv-On, cut those lights off and creep
That's when we put them c*ckroaches to sleep
Cruise up drive to erata to the 3rd ward
Professional execution, fk a murder charge
Chorus x4
Master P
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped
Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnapped
Now I'm trippin on s**t, I aint slippin on s**t
We carry gats and s**t, bulletproof vests incase talkin s**t
Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers
Ghetto millionare where and girls feel us
Mr. Serv-On
Fake step back, jackers meet my chrome gat
They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back
It's an eye for an eye in this dope game
are losing thier life living that heroin and cocain
I trust nobody but my nickel plated nino
Have you seen her, fk with my greens nigg* you goin meet her
Master P
Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica
Now your b*tch with me, and I'm a fk her, then break her
Ain't no rules in this dope game
But don't get high on your own supplies man
But if you fk with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs
Cause in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks
Chorus x2
Mr. Serv-On
Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you girls calling me daddy
Got some mountains in the trunk, nigg* they goin faster so what the fk you want
Slanging them green birds and lemon drops
Pop a pound of that cali green serving fiends
Got em fat like fifties
Which one of you trying to short me
Big Mo take me to the calliop so I can see Slim
Hit the desert eagle and pay these girls like a candy painted reagle
Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel
On the parkway you girls gonna die my way
Call my nigg* cujo, it's goin down
Check my fetty nigg*