Mission 2 Get Paid Mia X (Ft. Big Ed & Master P)

(Master P)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
2x - More money, more money
I'm like a bee, trying to make the honey

[Master P]
I drop the switches on the 6-4, headed to the liquor store
Get me a 40 ounce and that crazy horse and that's how it go
I'm gone off indo-nesia
And surrounded in my large body, 4-30 skeezer
They trying to get me for my dollar bill, my crumb but I ain't going out
Hit the backstreets and put that dank in they mouth
But that nigga take some chase, nine in they face
Call my girl on the mobile phone, bring the yellow tape
And it's on cause we balling, and I'm doing this shit
For Richmond all the way back to New Orleans
Where them killers hang, I mean them gangstas slang
I got a two for three, four for five I'm counting bank
And Mia X bout to hook it up, real good
I'm Mr. Rogers, Sarah Lee, she's the neighborhood queen
And I'm doing this like g's do
And them niggas just mad cause we hit them with this voo-doo
Southern, mixed with this Cali style
And Master P don't give a fuck cause I could go about a hundred miles
When any nigga chase me, amaze me
Police mad cause a young nigga paid g
And No Limit keeps a nigga's pocket swoll like I'm on perole
Ain't got no love for y'all niggas that want to be the row
Throwing blows like Tyson
Right ones and left ones but ain't no nice ones
Cause I'm a nigga, coming high-er than Biggie
A nigga making bank so call me the young diggy-wiggy
I mean the Al Kapone, of this rap throne
And beat the row to any nigga that got it going on
And snatch your wallet out your pocket
Your arm out your socket, niggas hate me, cause I got it