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Master P
We ain't got no money
so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
muth*fkin police ain't give a fk,
robbin in the ghetto...
Armed robbery
Silkk the Shocker
I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
nigg* tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C,
when you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
It's like here, nigg* hop, nigg* clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his s**t every stop (It don't stop)
girls be like aw, off of some dumb s**t, I runs this
nigg* T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of
that be down to ride on yo' set
be trippin, c*ck the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, nigg* no dice, I time the blast,
I smash, I'm up in your house
Chorus:
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fk
if I murder another ghetto nigg*
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fk
if I murder another ghetto nigg*
Silkk the Shocker (Master P)
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P would you blast
(Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
if the nigg* so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Dump the b*tch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that nigg* wit 21
(fk it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(fk it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(I be like 2 for the dope)
be like 3 for all my cash
(nigg* fk it, get yo' as* on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(I murder!)
get dealed with, nigg* hook 'em,
how you gon' fk wit we real black
(A ghetto robbery)
an that's how we ride
(On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
Chorus
Master P
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muth*fkin first of the month,
it's yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigg* Silkk be packin
I be puttin in body bags, b*tch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this s**t, this is the real s**t
fk what you heard cuz, nigg*, I'm ready to kill a b*tch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, girls in the body bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muth*fka, this ain't no funny farm
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin in muth*fkas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
it's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
killin for that white snow, an yo' b*tch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no b*tch
She got Master P on her as* an she'll suck my d*ck (d*mn)
Y'all mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride,
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side
Chorus
Master P
Y'all better wake-up an smell the muth*fkin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all but I'm tellin y'all
Watch ya as* an trust nobody
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
nigg* comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muth*fkin hizeart
nigg* live an eye for an eye, you fk me, we gotta fk you
An like my nigg* Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
but that's what I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigg*, do what you gotta do
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fk if we kill each other, nigg*
Y'all think about it