featuring Fiend Mystikal

Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)

Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)

From the south to the west to the mid to the east coast

Verse One: Master P

I got heroin and cocaine

some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs

A thug like Tupac

went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks

From the ghetto to the lakes

(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)

Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states

Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)

it stick to niggas that talk shit

like a baller they bitch hair blue

Got more corns than fritos

Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds

Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)

For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton

Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)

No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber

_Got it Made_ like Special Ed

Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had

After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.

_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like Biggie

Going _Federal_ like E-40

Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt

Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue

Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Mystikal

Without no business

its over for you before you get out the door

what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know

huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of yearn

But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn

Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends

That shit don't mix, this business

Be bout yo paper, yo royalti