lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, 'cause a nigga never know Oh, they?ll be around, but when yo? paper get low Just like Master P said, ?
bottles back up to the store (i found two of em) that would get us bus money down there to get back we have to find some more (might as well get drunk
your shit be seeming fake You bests to move your fucking finger While I cuts my piece off the tank cake Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face But stick your
Master P)-talking Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan, Oakland,
Mac Y'all gonna feel this [Chorus: X4] Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya P, I wasn
locked up with hash And the best weed you never had, haha I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine These
Chorus [master p] (talking with echo) Represent, ughhhhhhhhh! Ha ha! that's how we gon bubble. No limit style. mystikal, nigga. E-feezy, b-legit, and master p
your ass like you stole somethin You the type of nigga that be yappin your mouth We the type that put the gat in your mouth, slugs flat and your out
got it, shoot Ho pound shot it, shot it lay, sprayed it Dream of whom, roof top niggaz fuck around un-cooked tough niggaz Execute your niggaz, turn bone shoot your niggaz Yours
's roll on these bitches (Hoody hooo.) Get your money. Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.) Thug niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.) Floss your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.) Raise your
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
and Fresh they be looking like flesh! Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard
dry Cush, And when it comes to that paper I stack books. You heard what I said, I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head. Life ain't
cant last) I'm fresh-ahh, contact you necksta Can when I begin to mash out like M.O.P. Thats what the memo be Retaliate and find hos in your Gu-o-chi
gettin paper for years And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For being overcritical with uncle get it on I burn your
now you're mine (you mine, ho) Get your ass up If you get out line, I'm a slap your eye I'm a slap your eye I'm a slap your eye Better have my money
Z. you get that sawed off funk point to your head and then left someone dead then try that with thugs and be half out your head see messing with me is
Yeah, yo, give me the cue Skip the introduction, prostate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed Splatter your belly