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featuring Dru Down, Richie Rich 

*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)* 

Nigga, what's hap'nin? 
Who we got in here? 
Nigga, ain't this the last album. 
Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth, 
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out. 

*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)* 

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. 
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me 
hear ya. 

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* 

Well it's the one of the mill nigga 
the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest 
fill niggaz up wit bullets 
kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit 
an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter 
or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya 
when it's the wig split 
come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo 
cuz ya fuckin either two 
of yo baby ma'mas 
got em on camera 
doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her 
bootsy hole 
fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis 
niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an 
automatic 
so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs 
then a see-saw 
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla 
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala 
balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee 
might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T 
ya dig? 

Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)* 

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same 
one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game 
now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna" 
but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner 
my 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off 
I'm still gettin zips off 
niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off 
until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru 
now what you wanna do? 
it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues 
that's what they cost in the store, yeah 
an you can reach, but you can not touch 
ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much? 
if you scared go to church, I know it hurts 
to find out, she works for me 
brought me that Jeep 
that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut 
that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck, 
cuz we. 

*(Chorus)* 

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. 
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let 
me hear ya. 

Verse 3 *(Dru Down 

I'm steadily stackin up on the green 
ballas will use the triple beam 
shot calla use they words 
hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served 
now observe the definition of the pimp-mode 
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though 
doe is what I love, so what's up? 
nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough 
nigga I had it rough 
an nigga it ain't no bluff 
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin 
yeah okay 
I turned straight into a hustla 
crap on bustas 
skrilla fo reala from them suckas 
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door 
ready to bubble 
I turned into a balla, shot calla 
two for twamp 
with in a year I'm back on the spot 
zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked 
bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy 
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me 
an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high 
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right 
side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's 
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that 
hoe. 

Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* 

Fa sho. G-A fo checks 
pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block 
wit 4 techs 
niggaz on this, on the move in many 
plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's 
that ain't my thang ruger 
it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang 
my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that, 
an issued this game 
my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola 
smack, mack, the greenery an crackola 
homies wanna be down rollin big stacks 
you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack 
so sick wid it 
that's why I shitted on raps fo luck 
I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck 
could never be stuck 
I'm facin a life of brokeness already 
fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game 
blame no nigga fo my down fall 
but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all 
we all. 

*(Chorus)* 

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. 
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 
T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. 

*(talking in the background)* 

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. 

Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha.

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