[c-murder]
What now? (stupid motherf**er) what now motherf**er?
I told you b**hes, stop talkin all that motherf**in sh**
I'm not gonna send n***az out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself b**h!
I told you motherf**ers don't f** with tru
It was a dumb move n***a
Mow i'm f**in wit you, now try your lives
While i put this f**in bullet in your dome
You dumb n***a, i told y'all to leave us alone
How many n***az got a dolla can't top my sh** (my sh**)
All these b**h motherf**ers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherf**in mouth like you a broad or somethin (b**h)
n***az actin like they motherf**in hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't sh** with your clique n***a
To me you a b**h, i'm a real n***a
Jumpin your sh** f**in you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool i'm nothin but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
b**h i'm rich n***a you know my motherf**in name
Big bee hive boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily f** about the laws (f** the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood n***a holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya b**h)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your f**in mouth and i'ma take you for a ride n***a
f** what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherf**er (n***a) don't f** wit tru
[chorus]
I told you motherf**ers don't f** wit tru
It was a dumb move n***a, now we f**in wit you (don't f** wit us)
Now try your lives while i put this f**in bullet in ya dome
You dumb n***a, i told y'all to leave us alone
[silkk the shocker]
I told you n***az don't f** wit us
Now i'm makin you n***az gettin clowned
Tell n***az is b**hes
Some of y'all n***az be pissin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what i..
Do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus b**h look, we do it all
I don't f** wit (who) him
And i don't f** wit dogs
So what the f** you think?
If you f** wit him, i'm gonna be f**in wit y'all (never)
See i'll put this gun back n***a
And i'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f** what ya name is
I ain't give a f** what y'all call
n***az wanna probably just... bust for fun
n***az ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
n***az is way down the street talkin bout what the f** y'all done
At the most n***az, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then i would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, sh** y'all still would hit it
(chorus)
[master p]
Tru n***az gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the nba and i'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the south to the east
You the beauty i'm the beast
f** these n***az they know who p
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla hoody hooo and my n***az gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
And y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
n***az rappin bout n***az on records like the 80's,
n***a y'all n***az phony
(repeat chorus to fade)