*featuring Master P
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[Master P]
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We ain't got no money
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so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
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Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck,
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niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
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Armed robbery
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
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Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
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See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C,
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when you see me bow down, address me a master like P
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My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
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Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
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It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
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WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
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It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
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I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
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Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
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Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
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(TRU!) a gang of niggas
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that be down to ride on yo' set
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Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
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Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
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I smash, I'm up in your house
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[Chorus:]
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Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
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if I murder another ghetto nigga
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Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
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if I murder another ghetto nigga
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[Silkk the Shocker (Master P)]
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Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
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Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
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The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
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P would you blast
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(Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
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if the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
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Hits them wit all between the seem
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(Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
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I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
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(Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
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I got that K with the beam
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(Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
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Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
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Be like, 1 for the money
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(I be like 2 for the dope)
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be like 3 for all my cash
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(Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
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One eighty-seven that I peels caps
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(I murder!)
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Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
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how you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black
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(A ghetto robbery)
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an that's how we ride
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(On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
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Ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month,
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it's yo' last day
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See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
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I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
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It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
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fuck what you heard cuz, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
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You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
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Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
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It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
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Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm
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Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
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Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
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Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
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it's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
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Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
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I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
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She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
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Y'all niggas mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride,
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It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
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I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
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Watch ya ass an trust nobody
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Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
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Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
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Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
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An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
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I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
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but that's what I might do
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I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
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Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
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But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
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Y'all think about it
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Ghetto 211
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Silkk The Shocker |