they stack then let it be started And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it When
Master p: tru niggaz stand... Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. i Pledge Allegiance, to the game of the united streets
get kinda afraid of me Survivors thun graded me on brains batts and all Because befo' I steer em wrong, I'd rather have my ? ? The hardest is gone,
my mind (repeat) [master p] Playaz get high, let's get smoked nigga, damn One of y'all niggaz gon pay For my seats, y'all done burned up my muthafuckin
Bitch, get off me Better back up off me Bitch, get off me Better back up off me Bitch, get off me Better back up off me Bitch, get off me Better back
to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let
I don't play when it come to yae I cop cook and collect my dough in one day Book rock and collect my dough at one show False looks, Memph let one go
Slim Thug] Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah) Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin) I just bought 'em,
to be Master P Took the Master and put it right after P Bump it master, but I won't let it master me You're an idiot if you're giving up your masters
we get together we could have a ghetto kid I'll let these people know Don't fuck with me I've got my knife and i could get a 9 milli Im a ghetto kid
bro cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up
calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d They getting somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p Sipping
that azz, ho) Chorus (4X) Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch. Roll a nigga dick and get fucked bitch. Ha, ha, ha!Ya'll so nasty! Master P and da
niggas got me goin' through some thangs. Verse 2: [master p] I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death I seen my little homie get smoked like
niggas got me goin' through some thangs. Verse 2: [Master P] I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death I seen my little homie get smoked like
Full grown wit the brains blown From my infamous spit Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick Get 'em up hit 'em up My entourage
taz, call me Banana Peeler I got that HK cocked ready to block Ain?t no love on my block, got this dope in my sock My little brother hooked it up tryin' to get
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) Only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this