grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic and man
man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips Get your snaps man, get paid Mater P
Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Chorus: Dat's me muthafucker dats me Who Dat is be wit spike lee Dat me muthafucker dats me Who dat is be wit master p
it out, DJ Turn it out, listen up, Mr. Deejay Listen up, hey, listen to the man He is the master of a scratch, huh, huh He is the master of a scratch
[Lil' Wayne Talking:] Listen, my nigga Drama man this something I need you to do something else for them man, just to warm em up, and then lay it on
real mayne This for everybody out there searchin for somethin Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin Never look back [Master P
speak on my people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P
you dem people {?} [Chorus 4X: Master P] Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin [Master P
16 shots up out the glock I come about it [Master P] 140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy Master P
[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
law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper [Master P] Some say we dangerous Especially when we broke I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
dash [Chorus] [Master P] Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that
man I don't play with toys man Unless you wanna count this ap 9 sitting up in my draws man Take a pause man Bitch I'm all man How you know that shit
you fuck one of these stupid hoes [Master P] Uhhhhhhhh! Do you feel the same, some hoes want your change Hoes been chasing niggas, rolling on thier thangs They look for dope
time up on the Rolex The girl I hit stay with her man, it's cool, but no sweat 600 parked outside when we drive Did some ghetto superstars, grits an' dope
] See niggas be screamin tru like it's the new thing to do. But tru is the way of life nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p
[master p] You know what? This ghetto got me so crazy My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death Ain't this fucked up Big
Chorus x3 (Rapping while chorus is still going) Master P: We gonna ball till we fall We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call Master P