sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked 'Cause I'm tryin' to blaze up a sack To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P 'Cause that's just
in the club wit Niggas trippin on that, we bout that money and power No limit ridas, and we don't be fuckin wit cowards Thats why we spend so much money on jewls Thats
Master p: tru niggaz stand... Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. i Pledge Allegiance, to the game of the united streets
bout it bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold Bout it bout it (bout it bout it) Them niggas bout it bout it (bout it bout it) My little brother
name Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man But I be bustin', hustlin', niggaz ain't trustin' I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin' No
the front Poke her in the rear chorus Verse Three You know my steez though Dark skin and creole, I'm 'bout it Just without the Master P dough But
heater that's a auto and a semi I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney [Verse
flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed) yeah I'm that fool that
joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that
calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d They getting somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p Sipping
joints lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California that
fuckin' bout' it, bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it (Bout it, bout it) Them niggas bout' it, bout it (Bout' it, bout
guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split Ahhhhh shit Who make y'all scream the loudest Who dought it That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout
I'm outie But meanwhile I bout to get my fuckin nose dirty And kid talkin bout he thristy save the drama I catch myself day dreamin bout the bahammas
with Man get that Mack-11 It's time for some drama Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4
, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray' Who invented party anthems that ease stress away? You got drama, never mind that
(feat. Fiend, Kane & Abel, Mac, Master P, Mia X, Mystikal) This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers) At ease, solute, C-MURDER
