[Intro: Master P]
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
[Verse 1: Master P]
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-peeler
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats 'bout it
I mean these No Limit Soldiers, we get rowdy
I got somethin' for y'all haters (somethin' for y'all hater), y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us
Now I'm space-aged pimpin' but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fuckin' blood on the wall
'Bout to go psycho, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killin' ain't nothin' but a hobby
Don't make me do a fuckin' 1-8-7 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some '85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
But blowin' up like B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck 'cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stuntin' on them gold thangs
I'mma have to break you off somethin'
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
[Verse 1: Master P]
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-peeler
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats 'bout it
I mean these No Limit Soldiers, we get rowdy
I got somethin' for y'all haters (somethin' for y'all hater), y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us
Now I'm space-aged pimpin' but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fuckin' blood on the wall
'Bout to go psycho, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killin' ain't nothin' but a hobby
Don't make me do a fuckin' 1-8-7 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so it's time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some '85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
But blowin' up like B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck 'cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stuntin' on them gold thangs
I'mma have to break you off somethin'
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