(Master P) Yo Silkk
(Silkk) What up?
(Master P) Tell Jigga we need 4 apples,
2 bananas and 5 oranges
(Silkk) You sure?
(Master P) Nigga, he know what I’m talkin ’bout
(Silkk) Aight, I’ll get him on the phone
(Master P) From my block to yo block nigga
The world belongs to who?
[Verse 1]
(Silkk)
The world belongs to us
You can do what you wanna do
What you gon do? Huh? What?
The streets belong to us
You can do what you wanna do
What you gon do? Huh? What?
Yo from the south to the east nigga
From the streets to the burbs
I fuck wit that when they talk
The speech just be slurred
You know me Mr. Got dough, Mr. Got flow
Couldn’t figure our out which one wanted both of ’em so
Mr. Got both
If you hate me stop, if you jealous
Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P, Roc-A-Fella
Used to cop bricks for 30
Now i do nothin but sit back and drop hits
Ya heard me
I ain’t nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard me
Drop the top when it’s hot
If not call Jay tell him blow the mall up and
Come and shop in jersey
You know what i did, you know how i come
You wouldn’t even think about testin me dog
If you know what i done
Didn’t change a bit, i’m still thuggish, still thuggin
Niggas ask how much money i got do math
You know how to add I’m P little brother
Shit, i can’t tell y’all nothin i gotta show y’all
Real in this, I’m as real as it gets I told y’all
Yo i sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain
Would have knew about me but you don’t
Cause know why, cuase you was sleep when i came
But i’m here now, y’all suckas fear now
Look, plan on bein on top, don’t stop
Plan on being hot year round
I don’t do it for no love, i do it for the thugs
Do it for my block, do it for the v.i.p spots in the club
It’s hard to stop this life like it’s hard to call cocked dice
We ain’t nothin but some
Bout it, bout it niggas that live the Hard Knock Life
[Chorus]
From my block to yo block, it’s a sho’ shot
We out the door, ??? and the flow don’t stop
You know what we do, you know what we ’bout
You know what we do, you know what we ’bout
From my block to yo block, it’s a sho’ shot
We out the door, ??? and the flow don’t stop
From the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd
You know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?