[Verse 1: Master P | Pimp C]
My partner gave me $50, put me in the game
I've been slangin' weed then I moved up to 'caine
Pushin' them boulders, slangin' them quarters
I got 'em two for three, goddammit, now I'm a baller
Pushin' mad weight, from state to state
Niggas ridin' dirty, on my mobile phone, it's UGK
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin'?," he said, "I got a pocket full of stones"
Now P be the new kid on the block
36 O-Z's choppin' up rocks in my rock spot
They label me a drug dealer, just another hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas
Players hookin' up, tryna make bucks
Sendin' work from FedEx and UPS trucks
Now we livin' lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin', ballin', and slangin'
Niggas teamin' up, some niggas gangbangin'
Used to drink 40s, now it's Moët
Used to roll Cutlass, now it's Benzes and 'vettes
Baguettes on my fingers, Rolex watches
Hoes on the block bounce that ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, just like OutKast
'Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
'Cause I'm bout it, y'all know I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if y'all doubt it
Hooked up with 8Ball and MJG
'Cause we tryna get a meal ticket from these streets
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