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on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
my whole grill gold
Step out my house, pink gators on my toes
Tryna hit tha club before they all close
Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four
Twenty inch
grill gold
Step out my house, pink gators on my toes
Tryna hit tha club before they all close
Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four
Twenty inch G's
movin slow, my swagga is jus got off da chain
Whether in the club, way in da hood I'm still gon make it rain
Yea, I'm tha truth so please address it when
the slugs out 
Love don't live here anymore 
I artillery dog 
Came wit many foes 
Spend ya benz is twenty slow 
Get to tha house kick in tha door 
You
Liks are Alkaholiks

We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise
Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys

Do or die fool! Straight
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her 

The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker, 

Beats by the layers, of music right here to please
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, I'm a nigga be smokin that killa
movin slow, my swagga is jus got off da chain
Whether in the club, way in da hood I'm still gon make it rain
Yea, I'm tha truth so please address it when
movin slow, my swagga is jus got off da chain
Whether in the club, way in da hood I'm still gon make it rain
Yea, I'm tha truth so please address it when
(WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha
on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
(2x)

[Verse 2]
(JT Tha Bigga Figga)

Never say they flow or flooded with game
10 years done past
featuring Mac  Pheno 



Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X) 



No Limit is the army and we the soilders 

It's an uptown thing boy  I thought I
on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
fits sayin, "Juve got me damn" 



(Chorus) 2x 



Verse Five: B.G. 



I be that nigga with the ice on me 

If it cost less than twenty it
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads

Verse 2: Baby
Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine
I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind
In the front door actin a donkey wit tha
.G. 



(Chorus) B.G. 4x 

Fuckin' with tha B.G. 

Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me 



Verse Two: B.G. 



I ride dirty
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
of these niggas be stuntin you don't want beef nigga

(chorus)x2
Nowa days I try to lay wit'em to be cool
But this puppies be trippin straight disrespecting