[Intro]
Yo, Locs, nigga, shit... I know you done whipped up this motherfuckin' dope
But we gonna break these niggas off
But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas
'Cause, uh, niggas out here rappin', or should I say yappin'
They don't realize that, nigga, this is real life, this reality
You know what I'm sayin', nigga, when you say somethin' about a nigga
You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'
I mean it's like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh
Niggas know the real from the fake, man
I smell the motherfuckin' jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearin' it
But, uh... we 'bout to handle this motherfuckin' shit
We gon' set the motherfuckin' record straight (Ugh!)
[Hook]
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Master P]
I get swole like a boulder
Bitch I'm a soldier, y'all runnin' from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure hit it with two seven eight come back
And the game won't change 'cause I'm the dopeman
But why y'all niggas still runnin' off at the mouth man
TRU niggas don't talk shit
We in the game stackin' G's, y'all niggas still tryin' to get me
With playas and hustlas
But y'all can't make no money 'cause y'all niggas is bustas
The game won't change
Y'all niggas mad 'cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope
Now y'all buyin' my shit out the record store
And yo baby mama lovin' me
And every time you turn on the TV I feel you muggin' me
But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped
'Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin' rocks
Y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes
That's why I'm in the game and I got mines
And y'all Jewish brothers hollerin' that black shit
Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch
For fifteen percent
That ain't enough money to pay my motherfuckin' rent
I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin' coca leaves
Nobody questioned Bill when he smokin' weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson (What?)
Never leave without your Smith and Wesson
Yo, Locs, nigga, shit... I know you done whipped up this motherfuckin' dope
But we gonna break these niggas off
But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas
'Cause, uh, niggas out here rappin', or should I say yappin'
They don't realize that, nigga, this is real life, this reality
You know what I'm sayin', nigga, when you say somethin' about a nigga
You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'
I mean it's like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh
Niggas know the real from the fake, man
I smell the motherfuckin' jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearin' it
But, uh... we 'bout to handle this motherfuckin' shit
We gon' set the motherfuckin' record straight (Ugh!)
[Hook]
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Master P]
I get swole like a boulder
Bitch I'm a soldier, y'all runnin' from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure hit it with two seven eight come back
And the game won't change 'cause I'm the dopeman
But why y'all niggas still runnin' off at the mouth man
TRU niggas don't talk shit
We in the game stackin' G's, y'all niggas still tryin' to get me
With playas and hustlas
But y'all can't make no money 'cause y'all niggas is bustas
The game won't change
Y'all niggas mad 'cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope
Now y'all buyin' my shit out the record store
And yo baby mama lovin' me
And every time you turn on the TV I feel you muggin' me
But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped
'Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin' rocks
Y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes
That's why I'm in the game and I got mines
And y'all Jewish brothers hollerin' that black shit
Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch
For fifteen percent
That ain't enough money to pay my motherfuckin' rent
I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin' coca leaves
Nobody questioned Bill when he smokin' weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson (What?)
Never leave without your Smith and Wesson
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