[Master P]

Huh, it's like this here player.

Ain't no rules in the ghetto.

It aint really bout the dollar value.

It's bout the principle.

A life ain't worth nothing.

Any nigga come shizzout on mine.

Ya hear what I'm saying?

I'm gonna handle that.

I'm gonna show these motherfuckers I ain't playing.

That's the american way.

I mean I'm kicking up crack houses

knocking motherfucking doors in cause I gotta get mine



[Chorus x2]



Time to get your fetty

Get your paper

Come short with the cream we goin take you



[Master P]

Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-On

Eighteen oz's add up, nigga that's half home

Open up shop on six and berone street

The fiends walking around, every nigga out there know me

Hear them on the beeper, nigga it's on



[Mr. Serv-On]

I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home

Two came up short, somebody must be smoking

P grabbed that age k, nigga we aint joking



[Master P]

Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain

1997, ?????????????? the dope game



[Mr. Serv-On]

Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shorts

I'm aiming that beam at your motherfucking heart



[Master P]

Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer

A 187 for this crystal white powder

So Serv-On, cut those lights off and creep

That's when we put them cockroaches to sleep

Cruise up drive to erata to the 3rd ward

Professional execution, fuck a murder charge



[Chorus x4]



[Master P]

I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped

Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnapped

Now I'm trippin on shit, I aint slippin on shit

We carry gats and shit, bulletproof vests incase niggas talkin shit

Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers

Ghetto millionare where niggas and bitches feel us



[Mr. Serv-On]

Fake niggas step back, jackers meet my chrome gat

They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back

It's an eye for an eye in this dope game

Niggas are losing thier life living that heroin and cocain

I trust nobody but my nickel plated nino

Have you seen her, fuck with my greens nigga you goin meet her



[Master P]

Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica

Now your bitch with me, and I'm a fuck her, then break her

Ain't no rules in this dope game

But don't get high on your own supplies man

But if you fuck with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs

Cause niggas in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks



[Chorus x2]



[Mr. Serv-On]

Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you bitches calling me daddy

Got some mountains in the trunk, nigga they goin faster so what the fuck you want

Slanging them green birds and lemon drops

Pop a pound of that cali green serving fiends

Got em fat like fifties

Which one of you niggas trying to short me

Big Mo take me to the calliop so I can see Slim

Hit the desert eagle and pay these bitches like a candy painted reagle

Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel

On the parkway you bitches gonna die my way

Call my nigga cujo, it's goin down

Check my fetty nigga