(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



Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer

Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer

A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers

We get rowdy

I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)

Y'all can't fade us

Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us

Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball

Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall

Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle

I'm from the projects where we all think alike though

And killing ain't nothing but a hobby

Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery

And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up

You sound like a chicken so its 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 Skrew

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 blowing 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 stunting on them gold thangs

I'm a have to break you off somethin'



(hook)

Break you off somethin'

Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)



(Pimp C)

Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules

If a bitch i