(feat. Master P)



[Dame]

now how many bitches wanna suck my dick

and how many niggaz wanna fuck my bitch

how many young ass G's wanna hold my gat

how many jealous motherfuckers wanna control my sack

see im running  shit bigger cause I make more wealth

Its a 100 something niggaz yelling break yourself

but if you try to break me come and sick off that hot

I bet my folks will catch ya before you get off that block

boy you must know me, but I dont know you

my folks are loyal to me, because they know im a TRU G

you fuckin with a vetern trying to get your medicine

got your ass served like you stole from the president

and now your bones hurt from doing long dirt

before you step to this you should of did your homework

and you woman got so hard, trying to be so hard

fuckin' with a street star, street stars got the whole world jockin'

clowning in the falcon wiht the ole' girls bouncin' hand on

the wheel with the lavish rings, joint so fat

tuen his acts to green got a mean mug look

with his lip turned up

but they hand a spunk cause they stacking the bucks

call him federal, sitting on a pedistal

motherfuckers waving but they never really let

him know he got the trunk full of choppers and punks

and he eat that red lobster for lunch

damn, a International player always got some ass on his pager

dont ask for no favors, making love like he love em'

he dont love em' though

rule number one up in his game never trust a hoe

and he quick to make a trigger spray

and he never pay attention to the mind games niggaz play

rollin' solo never need no extra help

never check it but making niggaz check they self

so were you at I know who you are cause you just like dangerous dame

a motherfuckin' street star!



[Master P]

left the town on my way to the diggity-o

call me dame say these niggaz need about 5 more

who ride homicide, one time on the greet so we ditch

by a  ?  to the backstreets king in the back

getting high than the jiggity bird

whatcha want G? The Gatorade and the Thunderbird

but we aint slippin' the boat keep dippin'

stopped on 8-2 got some grass and zippin we gon perve

getting high than jiggity bird

64 shackle make them gold thangs hit the curb

count my money met dame in the rollin' 100

mobb'n motherfuckers in the back getting blunted

aint that Mack 10 parked like bark weed

had to let loose cause a fool haunt me

now im deep, how deep can I get

cause fools out there get you for these motherfuckin

presidents leave you dead glock to your head

fucked in the game then pissed on your grave

didnt pay dues now you on the news

thats what you get when you wanna be

a street star, foo!



[Master P Talking til' end]