(feat. U.G.K)
[Master P]
Boy, we about to fill they m************ head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my n***** Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this s*** 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 n**** 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 s***e-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your f****** 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 f****** 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 a** like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, n**** f*** 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
n***** don't give a f*** cause they quick to send your a** to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where n***** don't give a f*** 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 s*** straight, let me lay down the rules
If a b**** is talking s***, then that b**** gonna have to snooze
Pimp C b**** now what the f*** you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f****** bed
I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
n**** owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and f***** his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the s*** we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap
But when them b****** get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them b****** off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp C b**** 14-96'll break you off somethin'
[Hook]
[Bun B.]
We coming down like a sail, in that g****** rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You b****, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My n**** thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
f*** popping in your CD, b**** we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you f****** with murder masters
Who plaster your a** and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your a** bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
b**** don't make me break you off somethin' n****
[Master P]
Boy, we about to fill they m************ head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my n***** Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this s*** 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 n**** 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 s***e-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your f****** 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 f****** 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 a** like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, n**** f*** 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
n***** don't give a f*** cause they quick to send your a** to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where n***** don't give a f*** 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 s*** straight, let me lay down the rules
If a b**** is talking s***, then that b**** gonna have to snooze
Pimp C b**** now what the f*** you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the f****** bed
I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
n**** owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and f***** his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the s*** we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap
But when them b****** get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them b****** off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp C b**** 14-96'll break you off somethin'
[Hook]
[Bun B.]
We coming down like a sail, in that g****** rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You b****, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My n**** thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
f*** popping in your CD, b**** we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you f****** with murder masters
Who plaster your a** and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your a** bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
b**** don't make me break you off somethin' n****