Swamp Nigga TRU (Ft. Master P)

[Intro: Master P]
Bitch, this P world here, bitch, ain't man except me
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. You got da coke?
Here go da money. You got the coke?
I ain't comin' for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch

[Verse 1: Master P]
Jumped in my Cutlass, rollin' on switches
Golds, they shinin' down south peelin' bitches
Niggas out that swamp, should I say New Orleans?
Richmond, California, imported me some dank weed
Rollin' on blunts, niggas call it Swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5 a muthafuckin ki
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax ya 2 G's just for takin' a ride
'Cause niggas down south, niggas ain't playin
Niggas talk shit, muthafuckas be layin'
Down on the ground, just like 8-ball
Hit you wit' yo' nuts and yo' G's up the bare wall
Push you behind a pistol in the block
Niggas slangin' ki's (*gunshots*) now somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas, I'm a dealer
Mr. Ice Cream Man, yo' neighborhood drug dealer
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From Atlanta to Texas, niggas won't y'all read about
Swamp Niggas comin up, blowin' like killa
Y'all ain't ready but I ain't Mystikal, I'm a dealer
Niggas slangin' 'caine, coca leaves up the brain
But it's a muthafuckin Third Ward, I mean a Swamp Thing