Master P - AKickDoe! lyrics

[Master P] Yo C-Murder n***a you woke? Keep your eyes on the road n***a Pa** the weed (ok) We gon' head up interstate 10 We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my n***as there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' handle our business We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O Cuz u know whut? Us South n***as don't playa hate We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth But it's your time baby We gon' handle our business And we gonna do this sh** like g'z We gonna represent the gizame Ya heard me? [Pimp C] This game f**ed up I ain't got no friends I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top benz Ugh, and I'm a trill n***a Down to put a forty-five to his Hilfiger Lay it down muthaf**a because I'm bustin' for mine Pack that iron every time and I ain't trying' dyin' n***as down in Port Arthur (huh n***a what?) Thank that I'm playin? (huh n***a what?) Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin' UGK and C-Murder Cadillac and a Tank (Master P) Bout to fade the platinum Smoke some dank and some drank But b**h luv me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her p**y And bust my nuts on her titties Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth Now get your mind right n***a (mind right) and make a pimp rich And never put trust in a trick a** b**h (trick a** b**h) [Hook 4X] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) [Bun B] They try to run up in the manger (run up) The home of Bun B I see me P and C in danger (danger) Just like the ATF, Feds, DPD, and Texas Rangers f**in' with me and my Mddl Fngz But to this sh** n***a we ain't strangers Pull high-calibers and magnums Gotta gage these pistols Hand grenades, and land mines Chopper pipe bombs and missiles Some of them b**hes whistle Some of them b**hes silent But all them b**hes handle they business All of them violent Bout it bout it and dangerous Soldiers that wanna gang with us Do you thang with us, hang with us Get that No Limit slang with us I came to bust every a** in my way till it's over So get the chip off your shoulder Fix your lip I done told yah We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex n***a I can see that you got plex Sit down and take a time trip This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at The fear in your eyes I see b**h where's the key's & g'z at? [Hook 2X] [C-Murder] Lay it down muthaf**a Everybody gotta go Give me the loot is what I tell 'em When I kick in the doe' n***a I'm mad at the world For my lack of havin' papers f** the law and the cops Cuz I'm down for my gangsters [Master P] Some say we dangerous Especially when broke I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for confetti You see I'm dangerous like Freddy You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy [C-Murder] I got too much stress in my head I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211 But it got me thinkin' twice It's a drought right now So these d** ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No Limit There'd be no money in rapping [Master P] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze! You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game Keep your eyez on your enemies Stack some chips and get out man [C-Murder] Give me a ski-mask, a 9 I'll be a down a** n***a And watch me pull a flea-flicker And make my g's get bigger If I get caught I'm gettin 25, but that don't mean sh** Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this n***a 2 shots in the air Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke And if you bout I make a move n***a, everybody gotta go Just some bout it n***as from New Orleans With tapes hooked up C-Murder, Master P, and UGK Now n***a what? [Hook till fade]