(Verse)
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, camp theater
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Who I be? Your neighborhood drug deala
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A young nigga thatĄ¯s bout it
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I mean these no limit soldiers, we get rowdy
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I got something for yall haters, yall canĄ¯t say this
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Ghetto GĄ¯s and drug deals that well made us
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No IĄ¯m space age pompin but not 8ball
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No really, youĄ¯re stupid to leave your fuckin blood on the wall
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Bout to go psycho, in with this riffle
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IĄ¯m from the practice Louie, all day the light go
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And killing ainĄ¯t nothing but a hobby
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DonĄ¯t make me do a fuckin 1-87 robbery
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Like some brand new John, you tied up
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You sound like a chicken so itĄ¯s time to get plucked
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Vile gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
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DonĄ¯t make me wear yo ass like some 85 wrangler
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Now you all screwed up like DJ Screw
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AinĄ¯t got my money nigga? Fuck you and yo boo
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Got them phetamine for the dope fiends
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Where IĄ¯m from? A little town called New Orleans
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But blowin up like V12
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Where niggas donĄ¯t give a fuck ĄŽcause they quick to send yo ass to hell
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The murder capital of the world
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When niggas donĄ¯t give a fuck about you, your boy or your girl
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And if you come stuntin on em gold thangs
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IĄ¯mma have to break you off something
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(Interlude)
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Chyeah, break you off something
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Uh, donĄ¯t make me break you off something
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(Verse)
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Lady set, this shitĄ¯s great and about working here too
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Louis V mob nigga, matched the belt with his shoes
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Before the brick niggas gone off yo head
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AK heĄ¯s the one got them youngins aimin at yo head
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We lookin for work up in the auto
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Tomorrow I got money lookin for them
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My soldiers hungry, got it on me
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You know we put it on you
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Play nigga in my city, we hit licks for a living
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No limit where theyĄ¯ll take these niggas all in they feelings
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We bout to break these niggas off
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Run up in they house
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Keep my name out yo mouth, or we air this bitch out
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Louie V Mob nigga
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Break the mouth nigga,
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5 bands on yo man, we gon get you lost nigga
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(Hook)
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Chyeah, break you off something
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Uh, donĄ¯t make me break you off something
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Break you off something
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Uh, donĄ¯t make me break you off something
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(Verse)
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IĄ¯m a gangsta, balla, hustler, catpillar
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IĄ¯m a district of Columbia, thug nigga
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Fuck what you talkin bout, hoppin out with them lamas out
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I told my mom IĄ¯m droppin out and IĄ¯m movin out
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DonĄ¯t run yo mouth cuz IĄ¯ll come and see what you truly bout
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The only Louie Mob nigga that ainĄ¯t from the south
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You donĄ¯t know how I rock, you only know I roll
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I know my money long, I know my moneyĄ¯s on
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I know I keep it coming, money pow, money grow
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I keep it dummy stack, trackin where my money go
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Living fast, I just hope that IĄ¯mma die slow
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With a pocket full of motherfuckin bank roll
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(Hook)
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Chyeah, break you off something
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Uh, donĄ¯t make me break you off something
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Break you off something
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Uh, donĄ¯t make me break you off something
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Break You Off
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| Master P |
