Master P - Playaz From The South lyrics

[U.G.k] Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep you off your goddamn feet, now pa** that sweet & get back, lookin' for action, retaliation, that's where that sh** at. Click clack goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a f**ed up a** whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, n***a whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to not f** around, it's that underground. b**h you couldn't cut tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time to call tha first family to handle these n***az. Cuz we all tha work, you b**h n***az made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk, Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know? [Chorus:] Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight on that white with that candy on them gold D'z [x4] [Master P] Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it} got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha n***a that talkin' sh**, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with them other n***az, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all n***az gone off that fried black. I had f**ed mo' n***az in tha game then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, k**in them keyz, I'm f**in them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans {New Orleans} Where them n***az in tha projects be ballin' slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens} Don't know how to completely work, tha f** how to triple beam. Eliminate n***az like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthaf**in' band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthaf**in' Calliope{Calliope} where them n***az who bootin' up & have gold teeth don't give a f** bout a hoe{hoe}, & n***az cuttin' on that wata wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a f** bout seeing no muthaf**in' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't stop till them muthaf**in' saints go marchin' in. [Chorus] [Silkk] 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about that muthaf**in' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back side 2 side, you know a n***a all about tha sells. I'm in front of tha n***a that front, n***a ask yo b**h a** to come. I'm from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this sh** iight, chill. For them n***az that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em) WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes like faster. sh** aint gonna f**in' change n***a, I think not, cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but more rock. f** whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but y'all b**hes will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah at ya boy if ya need, & b**h I'm out (fading) [chorus] [Pimp C] Now do you blame me? A sweet for every b**h that I f**, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from back to front. I'm Pimp C b**h, ain't no mistakin', n***az tryin' to get tha cheeze, but b**h I be gettin' bacon. Would it candy just an every day thang rubb'n bu*t, because you like tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down, cuz my heart be TRU, I'm f**in' ya boo, gettin' a screw, n***a whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya n***a he had it comin'. I represent my sh**, cuz n***a I can't be no harder, & just because we do popo, b**hes be thankin' we don't have a f**in' pocket full of stones. A drug deala with k**az, sip syrup with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you b**hes ain't heard of us. n***a, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush, I'm down with rich & royal muthaf**in' flush, whut?? Ya, tha muthaf**in' organize noise boy, wa**up? [chorus] [Pimp C in background talkin]