-Check this out
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-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
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(right right)
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-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
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if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
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-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
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-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
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in this 97 space age hustle
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(so what you sayin'?)
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[Chorus]
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Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
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We live for weed and money
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[repeat 8x]
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[Master P - Verse 1]
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I stack greens like cheese
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Smoke weed with g's
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Sell cream to fiends
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And roll with beams
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Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
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God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
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Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
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Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
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In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me
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Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
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Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
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Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
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Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
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Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls
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I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz
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No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
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Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
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Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
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[P and Silkk]
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Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up
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Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what
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[Chorus 8x]
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[Master P - Verse 2]
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I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
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96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
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97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
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TRU niggaz don't fall off this only the beginning
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[P and Silkk]
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Coming up for what, making hella bucks
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Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
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Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
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But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us
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[Master P]
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Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic
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After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
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Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
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Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas
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[P and Silkk]
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Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's
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Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
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Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
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From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
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Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
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Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
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[Chorus 8x]
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[Silkk]
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Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
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I live for weed to make money
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Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
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I can't even much count it
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Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
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The black Frank Nitty see,
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Oz's to make g's
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the mayor gave me and P keys to the city
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Livin' an American dream
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5 karats on my pinky ring
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Ladies wanna make love to me
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Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
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But it's aaight cause you still wonder
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I don't want your old lady
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But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money
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See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
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Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
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600 we gonna be smashin' man
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But since I can't spend no bitches
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So I need some cash and thangs
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[Chorus]
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Weed & Money
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Master P |