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Master P singing:
Tru love weed and hoes
Silkk talking:
Yeah nigg*
s**t's real in the streets.
s**t's real in the city.
Everybody out there.
Ya'll know it's real. (Whomp!)
Tell em how we live in the city.
Verse 1 (Fiend) :
fk excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense
I aint had s**t, it's a New Orleansas ax accent
Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word
Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb
Nerve, my word sent in my earb,
getting excited to make your money what its worth
nigg* act like you aint heard, Sleepy Eye is the tone
Get It On Jones, about to bring it own home
Ship me then I'm gone, workin best for the loan
started with a song, longer money and roam
fk anything wrong, you certified gone
I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose
Chorus: ( Fiend)
It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? We got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and ready to war if you try to rip me
It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? We got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and ready to war if you try to rip me
Verse 2: (Silkk)
I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats
The drama don't stop thats why I c*ck at least two heat
All with the slang, all my deep in the game
we keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that I claim
nigg* I'm just so bad, I rob a bank with no mask
Amung killers and dealers all my about that toe tag
The life style I live nigg* is so fast,
If the rap ever stop I never go broke nigg* I got dope fast
or forward, never go backwards dont never drink
have money on machine, and make sure that the dope addict
from the smallest to the biggest, till check that nigg*
Thugged out, ghetto star, livin' legend my nigg*
Find me in the projects in the center of the mix
nigg* what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks
nigg* fk see I love hip hop,
a nigg* like, fk that cause my family gotta eat
s**t its like fk rap
Silkk talking:
s**t you know it's real out here
need to guard they grill out
Surivival of the fittest my nigg*
So hound tell these what the motherfking deal is
Verse 3 : (Full Blooded)
You motherfkers aint smelling what?
Ghetto star committing felonies,
runnin through your s**t squeezing my s**t in your belly
Ribs showin', eyes glowin', I lie stunned no ??? one,
when I lie crimes form,
I'ma dogg motherfker I done tooked the route,
my dogg told me not to take watch them take me out
Got me running closer to demonds
Motherfker, blood rum, got me lookin at ceilings
Hear me ??? at the sounds of the church bell
twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail
got me, face down in the mud and s**t,
fking with out my road dogg they done drugged me b*tch
Master P talking:
All man cut the motherfking lights on
Jay gonna meet the meat with a gimp