[Intro: Master P]
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
[Verse 1: Master P]
Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby)
[Chorus: Master P]
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
[Verse 1: Master P]
Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby)
[Chorus: Master P]
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
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