[Intro]
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
We a threat to society
They ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black businessmen
But we also mercenary soldiers
[Chorus]
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug seller
[Verse 1: Master P]
I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking [?]
Besides them g's, I'm [?] them keys but they didn't know
That I could go gold
Platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
We a threat to society
They ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black businessmen
But we also mercenary soldiers
[Chorus]
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug seller
[Verse 1: Master P]
I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking [?]
Besides them g's, I'm [?] them keys but they didn't know
That I could go gold
Platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
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