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[ Master P]Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeperwhen ya'll ready for that nigga, I got.Huh nigga what? (You be coughing this shit up)I'm just a nigga in the dope gameTryin' to move cocaineHerion and WeedAnd a young nigga tryin' to have thangs(Chorus)SongtexteTell......MeHuh nigga what?I'm just a nigga in the dope gameTryin' to move cocaineHerion and weedAnd a young nigga tryin' to have thangs [Fiend]Who was the first of the brotherswho said no bottle, because aThey crossed a birdHad to get his hustle on with rocks and herbsFrom the curb, I observeMaking tunes, I would be getting Benz and JewelsYou niggas give me roomBefore I bring a lots of doomI be soon to wearing time17 and getting heavySeven fingers like off to find the rellyOh my felly, my bellyFull of fast foodCuz I know that cash rules my lifeTo like as twice as the nightsI'm living, Try my lifeFully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop bustedBut I stick em' and break it offSo the rest won't test meLuckily, Never sticking my businessTil' these hoes, And I give my friends living tearsLike my department store, C'mon(Uhhhhhh)(Chorus- 2x)[ Kane and Abel ]Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a keyTwenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for meI'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin'Yeah this O.P. chuggin'You can find me in the hoodTryin' to slang somethingI serve a million FiendsFor million dollar dreamsB.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I'm bout my creamThunder Weed and SexMore crack than cracker jackSilkk, 100-dollar, TensPlease tell my friend he be right backThey say we hold it downLike we paralized from the neck downSlang from sun down to sun downSmoking APound (Chorus-2x) (M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin' 211don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)[ Kane and Abel ]This a kidnapp, Don't make it a killingPut a game til' the game's overSoldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissingTo get paid with a gyps of AK'sIf you looking for revenge, Better dig two gravesPlaya, time to drop some game with the ballers20 A grams, OZ's, To A balls to quavesMy hustle never stop, uhBlock to Block, Like a nigga sittin' on three keysTill a rock to rock C'mon (Chorus-4x) [ Master P ]Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master PIt ain't no limit niggaClean your dirty money out to good moneyYou heard, Tryin' to have a thangFrom the motherfucking streets to the worldReal niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, RowdyUhhhhhh Aus Songtexte Mania