(feat. Master P)



[intro: Master P (4-Tay)]

Whatsup Franky J (You know how we do it Bad Boy)

You think they ready for this Master P and 4-Tay hookup?

(I know they aint ready baby) Ya heard me

(Yeah, OGs) We gonna show them how Gs do it

(Rag Top and No Limit) How playas do it

(Pop that shit P)



[verse 1: Master P]

I started from the South, then I moved to the Bay

Got Gs and a house, got carrow and some hay

Them stalkers I be ballin

Fiends steady callin

Got 0s from Frisco, Texas, Dallas, to New Orleans

In the game I'm on top

No more runnin from the cops

CDs and cassettes in plastic bags just like rocks

Big S on my Lex

Million dollar checks

Hotels and president suites, Alize, weed, and Moet

In the game to make scrilla, fuck being famous

Independent Black-owned like Andy and Amos



[chorus: Mater P]

I'm a playa 4 life

A playa 4 life (uugghhh)

I'm a playa 4 life



[verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay]

Two bona-fide P-L-A-Y-As

Master P and Rappin' 4-Tay

From New Orleans ballin' back up to the Bay

We keeps shakin' and breakin' these suckas

True playas dont fuck with bustas

Its No Limit baby, them West Coast Bad Boyz

Best to check our tabloids

Ballin like Palo, cant have no fake bitches on my squad

I'm Rappin 4-Tay aint never made me none, givin Southside playas props

Got more hoes than Swiss cheese - Nigga please

Once I pop these Ps on em

And get to stackin these Gs on em - 360 degrees on em

Rumblin and bubblin'

Done had enough of this so I'm strugglin'

Still roll with mobstaz, steak and lobsters, haters be buggin

But they feelin me, I'm glistenin'

Hoes whistlin- this game so tight

Master P and Rappin' 4, playas for life



[chorus x4: 4-Tay]

I'm a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life

(From the South to the West, playas keep your game tight)



[break: 4-Tay]

Me and P from the 9-7 til the casket drop

No Limit and Rag Top

Keepin em sprung like research monkeys, ya know?

I'm a playa 4 life

G status equals cabbage

And about that Ra Ra?



[verse 3:]

I tried to tell you mothafuckers but ya- ya wouldnt listen to me

Thought it wouldnt last, so take a blast

Best to get with me

Crazy, wanna knock me but cant stop me

Feds wanna lock me up

But I'ma keep stackin them presidents fool, ask me if I give a fuck

Gangstas mob to this

Playas ride to this

Dedicated to them hustlas late night stackin up on them grips

Gettin' cloudy-cloudy

Man, y'all so rowdy-rowdy

Much love to that playa Master P because he bout it-bout it



[chorus: Master P]

(Bout it bout it)

Cuz we playas 4 life

Playas 4 life [x4]

Niggaz from the Bay and the South win right

Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life

So when you run up on us playas, y'all haters think twice

Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life (uugghh)



[outro:Master P]

Nigga, playas 4 life, ya heard me?

Rappin' 4-Tay, Master P, big Franky J hookin it up baby

We signin off nigga, bout to jump on Delta nigga

Takin trips all around the dizorld, I mean the wizorld nigga

Slangin that shit, cheddar cheese nigga

Even y'all haters buyin this shit nigga

Y'all gotta check it out nigga

Cuz we playas 4 life (uugghh)

No Limit and Rag Top, feel it!

Playas 4 life!