[Master P--Talking] Haha Ungh! Once a-muthaf**in-gain, me an my n***a Silkk We gon' show y'all how we mobb No Limit for life, how we do this sh** West Coast style n***a, from down South, to the muthaf**in hills Y'all n***as better recognize, y'all better f**in recognize [Master P] I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name I'm in it for the money, f** these b**hes an the fame Cuz when you broke b**hes get ghost like sideways Like gold daytons rollin up the highway On my way to the town to take some cizash An if you shizort b**h you in the bizag I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutla** full of coffee for no evidence It's a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day Hit me on the door knob Cuz we be ballin, b**h we be haulin Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans An y'all foo's can't stop the real deal An when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill Cuz No Limit in this to win this An got a million soldiers ready to handle business [Chorus] 6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!) But we'll k** if we have to [Silkk the Shocker] Been on the block in the Bay, n***a hop by the tre n***a stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today co*k the K, cuz these busta a** n***as know we not to play Say hello to the Richmond n***a, East Bay k**a Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea More mail than the post office These lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee Now stop, pause, take a look East Bay n***a crook, seven E deuce cut Ready to buck on any n***a that steps up I be the man, understand this, skanless n***as get f**ed up Number one on Billboard, b**h, y'all n***as still tryin to come up Y'all n***as soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble Yo' girlfriend outta line, I'ma catch her like Columbo Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y'all n***as can't do me (Boo-yah, bad man) Y'all watch too many f**in movies Chorus