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[Bun B] Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep Of a true and livin` got damn fool I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet Now pass that sweet & get back Lookin` for action, retaliation, and reaction That`s where that shit at Click clack that`s that pistol Bullets cuttin` wind make a fucked up ass whistle You know it`s yo dismissal Now this`ll nip it in the bud For my brothers in the pen Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what I put it down, keep puttin` it down, So I advise hoes to not fuck around This that Underground Bitch you couldn`t cut the sound Would blow up, hold up Wrong move, but it`s time To call the first family to handle these niggas Because we are the worst You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on I`m so fo` sure That these G`s goin` fo`, fo` and blow for blow It`s Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know [Hook x4: Master P] Playas from the South stack G`s Flippin` tight on that white With that candy on them gold D`s [Master P] Fools hate the P cause I`m bout it (Bout it) I got them black soldiers on and I`m rowdy Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin` shit I`m bad, like Jason Don`t compare with them other niggas Cause I ain`t freebasin` Y`all niggas gone on that fried black I had fucked mo` niggas in the game then a quarterback I got them G`s, them killers, them keys I`m fuckin` doublin` them D`s I`m triplin` them T`s Tryin` to make this dope into quarter keys Ask me where I`m from, New Orleans (New Orleans) Where them niggas in the projects be ballin` (Ballin`) Slangin` that Iceberg and Plirens Runnin` from the sirens Don`t know how to comp But work the fuck out a triple beam Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon) If there was a motherfuckin` band I`d be a baritone See the P is from that motherfuckin` Calliope (Calliope) Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth Don`t give a fuck about a ho (Ho) And niggas stuntin` on that water, water You know we bout it, bout it Don`t give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin` tomorrow And won`t stop, send me to the pen I won`t stop til them motherfuckin` Saints go marchin` in [Hook x4] [Silkk the Shocker] 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G) All about that motherfuckin` mail (Mail) Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side You know a nigga all about them sales I don`t fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt Nigga ain`t ask yo bitch ass to come I`m from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown) In other words I run this shit right chea` For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it Watch the ground gets full of smoke And watch y`all get ghost like Casper Shit ain`t gonna fuckin` change nigga Uh, I think not Cause I be on the same block, same house Same spot, same glock, cook more rock Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin` Bitch ain`t gon` never gon` die So when U.G.K Master P called me up Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn`t surprised Cause I`ma be the man to stand, I`m bound to make a mill Whoop, there it is y`all haven`t heard But y`all bitches will Believe me, I got two for three, four for five Holla at cha` boy if ya need me And bitch I`m out [Hook x4] [Pimp C] Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked You`d have to bring four eightteen wheelers Fill em` from back to front Cause I`m Pimp C bitch, ain`t no mistakin` Niggas tryin` to get the cheese But bitch I`m gettin` the bacon And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin` bud Because ya like the way that fifth wheel And that grill look Cause I be comin` down, nigga my heart be true I`m fuckin` ya boo, I`m bumpin` that screw Nigga what`s up with you I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin` though I represent my shit cause nigga I can`t be no ho And just because we do perform Bitches be thinkin` That we don`t have a fuckin` pocket full of stones I done drunk Miller with killers Sipped syrup with murderers Keep a boot in my mouth Just in case you bitches ain`t heard of us Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush I`m down with drinkin` Royal and the motherfuckin` Plush Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what`s up [Hook x4] [Pimp C talking] Now I got holla at Port Arthur And all them motherfuckin` niggas in Texas Know what I`m talkin` about I know niggas be hollerin` Texas Just because it rhymes with Lexus But see, we just cool like that And uh understand that, uh It ain`t all about this rap boy I`m tellin` you, I`m tellin` you, I told you Comin` down boy, fifth wheel Grill, candy ha ha
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