[Master P]
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Huh huh, yeah nigga
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Y'all remember that shit me and Bo did last year
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Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
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And got rich this year you know what I'm sayin'
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P and Bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
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P and Bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce into a key
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[C-BO]
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Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
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Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
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Peepin' out the window with the AK
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Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
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Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city i'm able
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Cap a key for 10 and 12, my Mexican friends got the gear
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Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
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Master P got the mix on the yay
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Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
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So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
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We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
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Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
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Them Richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
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Some dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
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One of the first from the block to stack a mill because
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Chorus 4X
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Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
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Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
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[Master P]
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Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 years
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Finally done came up, Og with a pimp ???,
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And slang this quarter like Calone, by that nigga Pervis ???
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Ain't No Limits to these hits that I make
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The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
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Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
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S.K. 'bout to get my hands dirty, TRU stand for hustla
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So jump in the 500 SEL and buckle up
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On my way way to Sac. with them crome gats, 40 g's,
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4 tires filled of that kill' crack
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Don't give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen.
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I'm headed to the end, a dope fiends best friend
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So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
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Cause dope and money makes the world go 'round
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45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
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Like B.B. King blow the blues,
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bullets ??? cause fools can't escape this
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Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
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And like a ??? away from rain
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I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
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I got more mack than Craig, Notorious Like Big
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Put a playa hater in the back
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And I give you a bitch before I give you a buck
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Hit the windows niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
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I got ??? on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin' Lemonheads
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To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
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Hit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
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Now the spots hot ain't nobody got rocks
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Laugh at the cops, organization ticks like a clock
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Chorus 4X
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[King George]
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Just another episode of how us No Limit TRU niggas make our mail
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Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the underworld
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You know what I mean and like nigga P
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Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
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That's how we break bread hahahaha
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That's How We Break Bread
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