(feat. Master P, Curren$Y, Krazy, T-Bo, & Magic)



[Chorus: (Master P) & Krazy]

(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop

(Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop

(If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop

[Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop



[Master P]

Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags

Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass

I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner

Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha

Put in on the stove bake it like a pie

Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5

When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl

Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl

Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon

Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon

I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight

I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!!



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[Curren$y]

These little niggaz can't take it anymore

I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour

Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn

Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on

It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year

This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here

Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill

In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla



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[Krazy]

See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click

See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch

See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks

An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick

An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip

Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip

My alias believe me Doc Holiday

If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away



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[Master P]

I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget

Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick

I might be country but I'm ghetto rich

An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit

I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab

Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves

Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda

Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas



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[T-Bo]

Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce

So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost

Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off

For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost

Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin'

It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance

An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily

Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation



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[Magic]

I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes

Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes

Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time

An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind

I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke

An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope

You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody

Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly



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[Master P]

If you east coast thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)

If you west coast thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)

If you midwest thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)

If you down south hustlin' holla (whoop whoop)