Master P

[fox69]

"Robbery"
(feat. C-Murder)

"Robbery"
(feat. C-Murder)



Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker
and when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot)
Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot)
nothing but assholes and elbows
bitch come on you done do it

[Chorus]
Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep
its a motherfucking robbery nigga

[Verse 1 (C-Murder)]
Don't move or I'm a break you off somthing proper,
with this automatic motherfucking static stopper
aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for
but somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor
gimme yo money 'for I act the donkey
crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me
I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies
we gotsta handle this shit like G's
let me think for a second I gotsta get my respect Bitch!
Come here I snatch your motherfucking kid
I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga

[skit]

[Verse 2 (C-Murder)]
I got away and now I'm on the run
with my gun and this motherfucking bitch's son
Tryin to blend in with the ghetto children
my hideout is a fucked up abandoned building
I'm high as fuck but still I sport a beanie
to hide my face cause I'm killin any bitch that see me
my old lady keeps paging me tell me turn my self in
but that shit can't fade me
cause with a hostage I gotta chance to get about the city
where ever I go he goin with me
and still stickin to the G code
another nigga in my shoes would of bitched thats a like a hoe
and can't wait till 11:30 Im outie
but meanwhile I bout to get my fuckin nose dirty
and kid talkin bout he thristy save the drama
I catch myself day dreamin bout the bahammas
lets go and keep your fuckin mouth shut
walked out the door and it was all fucked up

[skit]

[Chorus x4]

Damn this gangsta shit aint what it all cracked up to be
ya heard me?
niggas dying trying to make a quick buck
slanging dope
pulling 211's
this shits serious dog
to all my young niggas out there
think about what you do before you do it
shit cause you might not come back home
know what I'm sayin?
just take it easy and shit
check out what I'm saying
feel me
that's all want
just feel me
Peace

 

[fox69]

"Rock It"
(feat. 5th Ward Weebie, Krazy)

"Rock It"
(feat. 5th Ward Weebie, Krazy)



[Master P and 5th Ward Weebie]
No Limit
I'mma make y'all have it for a minute
But we want it back for the next 5 years
Hit the dancefloor, whodi!
The new No Limit baby
Respect it or check it
Master P, 5th Ward Weebie
Krazy

[5th Ward Weebie]
You got to rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
And do the Beattown Mo
Rock, rock, the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
And do the Beattown Mo

[Hook x2]
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it

[Master P]
They call me the Ghetto Bill got the keys to the city
Hit the club for the girls lookin pretty
Big butts with them little-bitty waist-es
Ghetto fab but looks just like a waitress
Rip on her name was Sonya
Roxanne, Monique I put it on ya
It ain't No Limit to the change I got
You see the Bentley on the 20's in the parking lot

[Krazy]
Hennessy and trees, that's all I need
Back it up, don't stop
Hit the floor, make it drop

[5th Ward Weebie]
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

[Chorus]

[5th Ward Weebie]
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Weebie ain't gonna stop cause I know what ya want
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Now bring it around the world won't you jump for me
Bounce bounce baby baby make it jump for me
Where your head go at when you want it from the back
Them No Limit Souljas got you shakin' it like that
You can dance if you wanna do it if you wanna
Move it in a circle and put that thing in the corner
Shake if you wanna shake shake baby
No Limit not givin you a break baby
Now make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

[Chorus]

Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle

[Master P]
We all thugs but I ain't gonna hurt nobody
Make it shake girl work that body
I want one thick like Bubblicious
That can clean the house and do the dishes
I'm lookin for a girl that can twurk
A thug chick that can put in work
Handle business with a mini-skirt
Jump suave with a P. Miller purse
Handle business on the dance floor make it twurk
Drop it like a dog then make it jerk
If I was in it they'd call me Don Juan
Gettin' cash then chickens is no crime
VIP is Crys' and Moet
Still thuggin' T-shirts and sweats
Ice cube on my finger 10 karats
I can swing a bat and break a record like Barry

[5th Ward Weebie]
Now Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

[Chorus]

Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle

[Master P]
Put your Game Face on

 

[fox69]

"Rock-A-Bye Haters"

"Rock-A-Bye Haters"



Rock-A-Bye Haters Down They Go, Fuck With No Limit And You'll Meet My Chrome.
Suckers Talk Shit Cause They Know Dat We Rich, And Some Niggas Mad Cause I Done Fucked They Bitch.

 

[fox69]

"Roll How We Roll"
(feat. Afficial)

"Roll How We Roll"
(feat. Afficial)



[Chorus: Afficial]
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll

[Master P]
I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks
I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks
Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters
Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter
I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color
My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer
I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz
But I still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like T. Harris
They should call em Arnold Shwartzeneger cuz I carry gold 4-5's
And my mission in life is to make millions til I die
They should retire my jersey cuz everything I ship be platinum
And if you aint wit No Limit you don't know what's happenin

[Chorus:]

[Afficial]
F-L-A-L damn that's E-S
Still spit game get head up in the G-S
Rap game nice ball game nice
Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice
Even when im knowing im wrong im right right
You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight
And everywhere im going im hearin A A
Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare
16 guns got me 16 trials
16 boss got you 16 thous
16 shots get you 16 wholes
my wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know

[Chorus:]

[Afficial]
Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game
Push my rover to the limit I abused the range
Change cars like my clothes including shoes
Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms
I love cash but go to jail just to workout
Get a year for G-P get big and get out
I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while
So I can go down south wit platinum teeth when I smile
Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches
Trucks so big I could scoot like 30 bitches
Yall money short like 30 midgets
Giani suit or No Limit gear I do buisenss

 

[fox69]

"Rollin' The Dice"

"Rollin' The Dice"



Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on
Fuck these hoes they just ding-dongs
Mama need shoes
The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9
For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's
1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7
Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger
Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz
But I really don't give a fuck
Ready to take a motherfucker out if he try to press his luck
Ask one of them hoes what the fuck are ya lookin at
I knew he was a punk
Cause a nigga step back ready to leave the motherfuckin game
Walkin with a lean ya know what I'm sayin?
Never them motherfuckers broke but I ain't no joke
Potnahs are clean ya know
Rollin' the dice...

 

[fox69]

"Rollin' Thru My Hood"
(feat. Big Ed, King George, Lil Ric, Silkk the Shocker)

"Rollin' Thru My Hood"
(feat. Big Ed, King George, Lil Ric, Silkk the Shocker)



Yo kid man, stop the music

Rollin through my, rollin through my hood
This what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
Cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
But I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
Now the spots hot, here come the cops
The ??, it's time to close up shop
Time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
Talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
Cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
Like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
Eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead
Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
So we can remenisce to all the niggas missed
And when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this
Cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
And every nigga in they momma done did dirt
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
Or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
Cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
Cause every nigga in the town got a gat
And these hoes, you can't love em
Even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
But mind your own motherfucker and it's like that

Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

Rollin through the cuts
Dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
So I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
Pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
Cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
Fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses
But everybody head turn when the coup passes
Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe
I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro

Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

This nigga, I am one
Quick to use that A-K gun
On a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
2 to the dome will do your ass home
Huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood
Lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good
We need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent
We get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
That's how it is on the first of every month
Sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
Gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
Young G's from the hood trying to get by

Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

When I'm rollin through my hood
I see alot of factors, alot of actors
But since the money's low, I see alot of jackers
But where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
But what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
And what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K
But I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play
In the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
But it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip
14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good
Cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood
?? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
It's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee
Can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
Cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust
It be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up
I seen this bitches, these niggas
These niggas all the same
It's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game

Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away
Where I got my shit hid away in the cut
A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks
About to hit the track to come up on some scraps
Hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
Swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
All night long nigga's hustle for paper
24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
Gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
You see it's still going down
Motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
The silent sound
Never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
Straight passed away
And as well as we all know
It's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
Now when I roll through my spot
I see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga
Hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)

Like that, check it out fool
It's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
And if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand

Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
Rollin through my hood

 

[fox69]

"Safe Sex"

"Safe Sex"



This is a public service annoucement for safe sex

Safe sex is what I kick
Cause you never know when you'll meet a freaky chick
Just Put a condom on your dick some like to suck ohh Fuck!
I like it like dat but I want one lubricated the one like
Jimmy had it's so cool that's no doubt she wants to take a
? she gonna have to turn it purple like the inside out.
I don't play when it comes to my D-I-C-K
I don't give a fuck
When it comes to a virgin i wear a wet suit anyway
Because ya never can tell bitches take baths in glow rocks
so they pussy won't smell but it won't work
I never play the part of a motherfuckin jerk if I don't love her
I wear a rubber
I keep a Jimmy in my pocket I (I got mine)
I keep a Jimmy in my pocket I (I got mine)
Safe Sex!

 

[fox69]

"Saxophone"
(feat. Big O, Sonya C)

"Saxophone"
(feat. Big O, Sonya C)



[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on

[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in [repeated to fade]

Yo, there go Master P

[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin'
(DROP IT!)

[Master P]
From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some ass
So why cross the line when you know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I'm chillin' in Richmond, California
So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on
All jealous, punk, suckers better run
If ya play like a motherfuckin' saxophone

Get busy y'all, get busy y'all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)

[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type niggas say "It couldn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from The Real Untouchables
Yeah it's me so sit the fuck back while I flow
And let cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie
Every time we lyricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya blew it
So don't get solemn after the sax blows
A lot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chillin' with Master P
The O can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas

[Master P]
P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To let cha' motherfuckers know I ain't bullshitin'
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose bleed DAMN! ya know what I'm sayin'
And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad muscian I will react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strollin'
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts

[DJ scratching]
Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house (WHOOOOO!)
And she gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO

[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn't know
That a girl could come soft and hard and still flow
It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it
And if ya don't like the motherfuckin' record then don't play it

[Music stops]
Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up

[Starts]
So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove
Play that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's only P and I (Watch out)
Ya can't fuck with me, I leave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'
Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone

[Master P]
I wanna take this time just to let you know
Two guys and a girl but we all from the ghetto
Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game
And special lyrics to make sure you understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the last verse of this dope song
Master P is about to flow like a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' the crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax player smile
Should be the first if ya get stuck
Broke like a barn then plucked like a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya dead
Ya soul and all ya pieces ya see em' goin' like a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers!

 

[fox69]

"Say Brah"
(feat. Mac)

"Say Brah"
(feat. Mac)



[Master P talking:]

Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
and to this district system free Soulja Slim
cause they jocking our style ya heard me?

[Chorus: Mac (Master P)]

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war

[Verse 1: (Mac)]

Say Brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you fuck with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Niggas like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
niggas like Magic Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas
bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my niggas
and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
hated the likes and shit, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name
so when you the that soldier shit on my frame you holla

[Chorus Mac (Master P):]

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

We bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war

[Verse 2: Master P]

Hoody Hoo!
Hey brah I'm cold with it,
if you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them hoes about the P
and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
but say brah, I ain't no motherfucking stunter
I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest motherfucker you know
plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
and put a million motherfuckers on your street?

[Chrous : Mac (Master P)]

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war

 

[fox69]

"Scared Of Me"
(feat. Crazy)

"Scared Of Me"
(feat. Crazy)



We in the club, popping bottles after bottles
Making champagne rain, fuckin models after models
Bitch niggas see us and they don't even holler
I could press a button leave you haters in a flaw

Nigga got me for a brick, gave em 28
Nigga gave me bullshit,
What you think I'm a do when I see him?
Fuck you and his crew, if I see him
Real niggas go code, molly fit in that pea bow
Never miss a shot, derek rose and the free throw
Catch a man I'm gone, 2 bottles of that tron
Fuck these niggas hatin on me because my money long
I see pussy in his eyes, I know these niggas scared
Yeah I fucked his bitch, that was the best I ever had
You taunting tissue niggas, I'm bout to wipe my ass
Keep my name out your mouth, before you end up in a bag

[Hook:]
I live, I die, the kush, I'm high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain't even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain't never do no dirt, he scared

Purple and gold charg em, call it james worthy
Shawty take it to the head while I'm at the derby
No fear, I live on the edge of life
No illuminati talk, cause I love christ
My price, 26 a fuckin brick
Your baby mama mad cause a nigga can't quit
Fuck the brats, everybody fuckin tellin
I keep a choppa, a firearm with a felon
I'd rather die busting, then to go without it
Run upon me dog I'll show you that we bout it, bout it
Al capone pushin work through the whole city
Come short nigga, you could meet frank...

[Hook:]
I live, I die, the kush, I'm high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain't even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain't never do no dirt, he scared

When tory enter the room, they holler
Whoel ray I spit more fire than 2 jays for 2 days
These rappers niggas scared of me, sweet bouquets
I'm on my shot town nigga, lou...
In the hood, getting dollas, in the club poppin bottles
If she bad I might holler, if she not I don't even bother
Lambo doors with the invisible roof
You can call that bitch rabid cause he missing a tooth
Niggas scared, drug dealers niggas roam with my click
And my swagger sold me out, I got shit run out with the knicks
Made my atitude so shit a nigga, wish I would quit
Made my dogs ball hard till I tell em to quit

[Hook:]
I live, I die, the kush, I'm high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain't even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain't never do no dirt, he scared.