[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Rick has a ounce of crack, turn that to a whole joint
Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point
Yeah I break them pounds down, never got that brown, brown
Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down
Used to flood this whole shit, just like the surround sound
Already...used to go and pound pound
Just to get a whole one, copy he gonna throw one
Omelly in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run
Then I met my nigga Mill, hit me with that trick or treat
Took her to the south side and I was right back in the week
Fresh from out of jail cell, right back out there in the streets
Yeah I was out on bail now it's time to pay these lawyers fees
30 charges pending and the cops can come and quote on me
PD ain't gonnna do shit but just sit me in that court and plee
And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out
Highschool I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out
[Chorus: Master P]
I'm a hustler nigga, all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop
And ... that's a bently coop X 2
[Verse 2: Master P]
I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't fuck with you haters, not the police
Nigga client trying to give me for a half a key
I got my young niggas that'll put ya ass right to sleep
This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete
Dribbling that ball thru the hood they call me CP3
I did it once now I'm back bitch look at me
No need for album motherfucker and we in the streets
Rick has a ounce of crack, turn that to a whole joint
Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point
Yeah I break them pounds down, never got that brown, brown
Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down
Used to flood this whole shit, just like the surround sound
Already...used to go and pound pound
Just to get a whole one, copy he gonna throw one
Omelly in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run
Then I met my nigga Mill, hit me with that trick or treat
Took her to the south side and I was right back in the week
Fresh from out of jail cell, right back out there in the streets
Yeah I was out on bail now it's time to pay these lawyers fees
30 charges pending and the cops can come and quote on me
PD ain't gonnna do shit but just sit me in that court and plee
And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out
Highschool I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out
[Chorus: Master P]
I'm a hustler nigga, all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop
And ... that's a bently coop X 2
[Verse 2: Master P]
I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't fuck with you haters, not the police
Nigga client trying to give me for a half a key
I got my young niggas that'll put ya ass right to sleep
This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete
Dribbling that ball thru the hood they call me CP3
I did it once now I'm back bitch look at me
No need for album motherfucker and we in the streets
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