[Intro: Master P]
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
[Master P]
Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby)
[Chorus: Master P]
Roll roll roll ya dough
Up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
(repeat)
[Krazy]
It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
??? gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier
Plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
Told my dog believe you we can rule the world
He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground
When you a fiend That's the way the game go down
[Coro]
[Mystikal]
I'm from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!
That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood
Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want that drama to come to you!
Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya!
You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef
You won't be on yo' back
[Silkk The Shocker]
Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared these niggas
We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas
Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas
We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas
And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto
Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set
You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top
I gotta question to ask yall foreal
Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck
The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust
He still trippin' after that
I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
