[Featuring U.G.K.]

[Master P]

Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope

Time to break these hoes of somethin

My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G.K.

Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break this shit cross border!

Ya heard me! From Texas to New Orleans

Hustla balla gangsta cap peala

Who I be? Your neighbahood drug deala

A young nigga that's bout it {bout it}

I mean we No Limit Soldiers

Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll haters

{Sumthin fo' y'all haters}

Y'all can't fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us

Now I'm Stage "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball

Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the wall

Bout ta go pyscho, {psycho}

And load this rifle {load this rifle}

I'm from the projects were we all thank alike though

And killen ain't nuthin but a hobby

Don't make me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery

Like some brand new Jordans you tied up

You sound like the chicken so it's time to get plucked

By a Gangsta, keep one up in da chamber

Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers

Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew

Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots

Got the fed of me, fo them dope fiends

Where I from? A little town called New Orleans

But blowin up like B-12 {B-12}

Niggaz don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell

The murder capitol of the world

Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl!

And if you come stunnin on them gold Daytons

I'ma have to break you off somethin!

Break You Of Somethin

Don't make me break you of somethin

(repeat 3X)

[Pimp C]

Let me set the shi