If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
  But we independent  black owned and making scrilla
  We a threat to society
  They ban our movies our videos  but we still #1 in America
  You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
  But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
 when he look you in the eyes
  In other words  don't judge a book by its cover
 -See we successful black businessmen
 but we also mercenary soldiers

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 Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
 Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
 (My pops say)

 Verse 1 (Master P)

 I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
 Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ??
 Besides them g's, I'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
 That I could go gold
 platinum and still slang keys out the record store
 This caine got me sick
 These niggas they talking that shit
 Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
 I caught the game from some old g's
 Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
 Got the game from New Orleans
 Now the world know of me
 I'm down south hustling from the west
 To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
 Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
 Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
 On the corner posted up with them ballers
 Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
 Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
 I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
 Got every fucking club bout it bout it
 Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
 Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
 Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps

 (Chorus x3)

 Verse 2 (Mystikal)

 Nigga tell me what you gone do
 its just me and you, you and I
 Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
 If we did the mix
 flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
 Fludging
 tell your fucking boys don't move
 cause like a rug I got them covered
 Niggas ain't like they used to be
 back in the days they were playing the dozens
 These days niggas will kill ya
 Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
 We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
 Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
 if you disrespect my hustle
 None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
 Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
 Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
 I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
 Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
 The interference started from the ground up the building
 Behind mine's I just don't give a fuck
 Ain't no closing my eyes
 I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up

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 Verse 3 (Silkk)

 Aaahh its murder
 Do or die, killed or be killed
 Nigga who am I
 Silkk the Shocker, do or die for a mil
 Don't you see I be counting money like a machine
 No how I'm saying I got to buy my green
 For every fiend equals money like ching ching
 My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
 By it for 15/5 and I sell it for 18
 You know what I'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
 Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
 you know what we known for
 And its all good in the hood, but I still stay strapped
 Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
 And you know how I'm saying, 4 g's and I run it
 Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until I done it
 And its cool I gotta reach eight digits
 Any nigga in my way I gots to kill him
 Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him

 (Chorus