Oh yeah,
Don’t think we making ends
We down to get our feet dirty
Do you wanna dance
Do you wanna dance
Do you wanna dance (nigga)
I told you niggaz (gunshots)
The money don’t make the man
The man makes the green
See me ‘n P ‘n C nigga
We servin’ all these fiends
Creamin, till our dreamin nigga
Millions of tops
I want the plot
The whole world, nigga
I want all my own spot
Yachts
Till I get it, get it
Get it how I live
I’ma thug
One of them blood, nigga
I do it how I feel
Ain’t no such thing as niggaz bein’ halfway shook
I’ma mothafuckin’ killa I hang wit’ convicts and crooks (ha ha)
Nigga what?
You don’t wanna, go to war with us
Top down, on your block, nigga, fuck it
(NOW NIGGA WHAT???)
I hate to see you niggaz want to ride with us
Down dirty ’bout my skrilla and born killa (nigga what, I means)
See you niggaz, be all about y’all green
I gotta gets my mad mail on, nigga what (cha-ching)
Beamin’, fuck ’em, I stay leanin’ in the Lex
Me ‘n Master P ‘n C-Murder off in Texas
Fuck ’em, if them niggaz can’t take a mothafuckin’ joke
I’ma (mother) convict bitch, I run wit’ killaz that cut yo’ throat
All about my, green, nigga
All about my, paper
On top, when we stop, till, I’ma call shots of a skyscraper
See I don’t gangbang, get my bang on, so bring it on bitch, I’m trife
Type of nigga that’ll pull a plug on yo’ life, ya better hang on
All them hoes wanna ride with some real niggaz ‘n thugz
Fuckin’ bitches love the niggaz, but we love to get our drugs
See I stay tight, usually riding late-night
Don’t trip. nigga, I’m deadly like a snake bite (hiss)
Fake ass Save-Mart
With yo’ mothafuckin’ fake ass heart
Nigga I’m known to get it rowdy, AHH!!!!
Oh yeah, that’s my trademark
No-Limit soldiers
I ride with the killaz
I’ma thug nigga, get above you gon’ feel us (ha ha)
I told ya the man make the money
The money don’t make the man
You could do what you want to, what you wanna do? (gunshots)
Let’s dance
Man go make the money
The money don’t make the man
Nigga, we can do it how you want to, what you wanna do? (gunshots)
We can dance
Lookin’ there, he got my money, so go ahead and drop it like a dime
And if you see me on the block, you better go and stop, like a sign
Now see, I’m always doin’ silly things, nigga really things
See when I rap, its like a showdown, I use my whole nine’s and gillitines
Holla at me bitch
I’m ’bout that money and the power bitch
Sour shit nigga drug deal, I kill all them cowards bitch
Now I make no mistakes, no, shit, I’m about makin’ some dough
I’ma thug and bitch I don’t love ’em
If I don’t like ’em, I shake them hoes
Nigga don’t talk shit, brag
I sag like some tities
Now I don’t let shit pass nigga, I peel you ass like a hickey (kiss, gunshots)
I blast cause I’m fast, fast like a quickie
I’ma blast, but first I’ma ask, if you with me
Now all my real niggaz, look, show me some love
And you know, I’m gonna get high, like a daze, show me the bud
Survive in any city, look just me the thugs
But if it gets outta hand, look P, just throw me some slugs
Pistols nigga shit, and a half a kit
Uptown 3rd ward, get that shit, and a half a day
Now I’m a hustla, should I say, a down south hustla
(?) to them niggaz that fake, or should I say, niggaz that bustas
Nigga need to retire, before I get they mouth full of wires
Should I damn near start a riot, shit you know, we on fire
See, what you meanin’ nigga, ’bout, no bitches ‘n blunts
Nigga I ride the day with olds, nigga, with six in the front
Bitch trip, shit nigga, you catchin’ a slug
AK’s to yo’ mothafuckin’ grill, I hold a grudge (gunshot)
I wanna dance, nigga, let’s dance
Now if y’all wanna take a chance, nigga, then charge it to tha game
See the man make the money
The money don’t make the man
We could do what you want to, what you want do? (gunshots)
Nigga dance
The man make the money
The money don’t make the man
We could do what you want to, what you want do? (gunshots)
We can dance
If you real, shit
I’m livin’ the same as you
Nigga, No Limit soldier, bitch, what I claim, is TRU
I’m rowdy bitch, get on some rowdy shit (AH!!)