(feat. Master P)
[Master P]
Huh, it's like this here player.
Ain't no rules in the ghetto.
It aint really bout the dollar value.
It's bout the principle.
A life ain't worth nothing.
Any n***a come shizzout on mine.
Ya hear what I'm saying?
I'm gonna handle that.
I'm gonna show these motherf**ers I ain't playing.
That's the american way.
I mean I'm kicking up crack houses
Knocking motherf**ing doors in cause I gotta get mine
[Chorus x2]
Time to get your fetty
Get your paper
Come short with the cream we goin take you
[Master P]
Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-On
Eighteen oz's add up, n***a that's half home
Open up shop on six and berone street
The fiends walking around, every n***a out there know me
Hear them on the beeper, n***a it's on
[Mr. Serv-On]
I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home
Two came up short, somebody must be smoking
P grabbed that age k, n***a we aint joking
[Master P]
Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain
1997,?????????????? the dope game
[Mr. Serv-On]
Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shorts
I'm aiming that beam at your motherf**ing heart
[Master P]
Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer
A 187 for this crystal white powder
So Serv-On, cut those lights off and creep
That's when we put them co*kroaches to sleep
Cruise up drive to erata to the 3rd ward
Professional execution, f** a murder charge
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped
Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnapped
Now I'm trippin on sh**, I aint slippin on sh**
We carry gats and sh**, bulletproof vests incase n***as talkin sh**
Wanna creep up on us k**ers, drug dealers
Ghetto millionare where n***as and b**hes feel us
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fake n***as step back, jackers meet my chrome gat
They k** my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back
It's an eye for an eye in this dope game
n***as are losing thier life living that h**n and c**ain
I trust nobody but my nickel plated nino
Have you seen her, f** with my greens n***a you goin meet her
[Master P]
Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica
Now your b**h with me, and I'm a f** her, then break her
Ain't no rules in this dope game
But don't get high on your own supplies man
But if you f** with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs
Cause n***as in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you b**hes calling me daddy
Got some mountains in the trunk, n***a they goin faster so what the f** you want
Slanging them green birds and lemon drops
Pop a pound of that cali green serving fiends
Got em fat like fifties
Which one of you n***as trying to short me
Big Mo take me to the calliop so I can see Slim
Hit the desert eagle and pay these b**hes like a candy painted reagle
Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel
On the parkway you b**hes gonna die my way
Call my n***a cujo, it's goin down
Check my fetty n***a