[Featuring U.G.K.]
[Master P]
Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes of somethin
My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G.K.
Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break this shit cross border!
Ya heard me! From Texas to New Orleans
Hustla balla gangsta cap peala
Who I be? Your neighbahood drug deala
A young nigga that's bout it {bout it}
I mean we No Limit Soldiers
Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll haters
{Sumthin fo' y'all haters}
Y'all can't fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us
Now I'm Stage "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball
Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the wall
Bout ta go pyscho, {psycho}
And load this rifle {load this rifle}
I'm from the projects were we all thank alike though
And killen ain't nuthin but a hobby
Don't make me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery
Like some brand new Jordans you tied up
You sound like the chicken so it's time to get plucked
By a Gangsta, keep one up in da chamber
Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots
Got the fed of me, fo them dope fiends
Where I from? A little town called New Orleans
But blowin up like B-12 {B-12}
Niggaz don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell
The murder capitol of the world
Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl!
And if you come stunnin on them gold Daytons
I'ma have to break you off somethin!
Break You Of Somethin
Don't make me break you of somethin
(repeat 3X)
[Pimp C]
Let me set the shi
