[Master P] Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there Florida, Arkansas How you do that there
[Young Bleed] Nigga say who that, heard they want do that Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though But see how they runnin everything on the cool But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker
[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we don't care
[Master P] See in these streets, anything goes My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy Painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill
[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care
[C-Loc] It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh
[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care How we do that there, how we do that there How we do that there Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care
[Young Bleed] Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz Be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool? That's how I come up, that's how it go down Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine Smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine In blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh) Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit
[Maxinelli] Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?) Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace Cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti Ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me I'm bout to get it and the only way I know Is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy We G and do it legit those raps with locs On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe And razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash As my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass But I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz See what you makin with the raise at your job Is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob And I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th With my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin That make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what?
[dialogue from the movie "Superfly"] Look Eddie This is a chance, and I wanna take it Now... before I have to kill somebody Before somebody ices me Are you with me Eddie?
[Chorus:]
Niggaz always claim they've got confedi But too many niggaz wanna hop out, before they ready Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy
[C-Loc] Zo No in the bucket with hoe chicken not made bucks yet Nigga couldn't meet me in my spot so I say fuck it Them niggaz don't stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer From O-Z's to keys, now ain't no time to change em See that's why niggaz fuck up, chakra made em money And they stopped makin money, ain't got shit to do with cut Go from twenty G's grind for the week with no expenses Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it's a pity With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up A few G's, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig They never knew you had that much grip, now you got Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked But that's the main two reasons why niggaz go broke
[Chorus]
[Maxinelli] Main most of these niggaz need to slow they roll Claimin balla but they never played the game befo' Too many niggaz hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain't Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain't Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight But wouldn't even know a dime if it shit in they face? So why pussy ass niggaz flashin Benz car keys Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's? And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG's But boy if you only knew, you shouldn't be Somethin that you never been, bitch niggaz ain't veterans I'm tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it's like a movie That's scary and real, niggaz let the pistol play Freddy, confedi
[Chorus]
[Young Bleed] Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don't rush your life Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin Niggaz playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion But fuck em though; I live untouchable, a hustler high Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly Livin do or die, and I'm on it 'fore I bail out the do' Ask my hoes before I go; you want a blow? Smoke somethin Ain't no future in your frontin my naigga Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh? Hear me say what...
[New Chorus:]
Hoes up on the dick, cause you're drivin Lexus But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin He's a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D But the white folks'll have your ass dreamin bout the street
[Lee Tyme] I see, most nigga shit cream Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me They get hotter than that, your stack will scream Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain't recognize That them laws do have eyes And what you do attract, is like dick to cat Before you know, they'll be pullin burglar boys off the door The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? Well not you Your folks had to slang em, bank em On another appeal, nigga these streets is real You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill? I tell you it'll fail you every time, these material things Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings And your punk ass team can't help, or will they? Because you didn't choose wisely
Hey, look playa - you wanna be rich? Well the key to bein rich is paisleys Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily But if your mind ain't right, get your fuckin mind right BIOTCH!
"Come on out with your hands high! "Hahahaha, with your hands high! Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"
Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya' Won't even talk about ya', ho You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself Ridin' all by myself, without no one else Looky here On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave And wipe the smile away Nigga, don't even try Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride Ya hear me, nigga? See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone [???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody
From the niggas, to the killas They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine It's raw, boy Cowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!" Murder dancin' where the Indians play Watch what you say Durin' the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony Clickin' swines[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts 'Couldn't rassle nappy niggas with a lasso Heated like Tabasco, it's on Nigga quick on the draw And he get to bustin' on them bitches like the Last Outlaw Uh, nigga what!
"Hahha... Cowboy I'm gonna [???] you are a testly li'l cuss[whistling]"
Niggas and bitches call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill But ain't no playa hatin' in me, I got love for the real So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside Hit me up and let a nigga just ride South Side Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin' Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Picture me coolin' on the 6th day of June Down in Cancun, Mexico But if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it go And ain't no shootin' up at the moon I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon Cock, kaboom! In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett Fuckin' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger Nigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!) Full a' that weed Watchin' motherfuckers bleed But not takin' heed Steady proceeding with their devilish deeds Fatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the Law Finna' get to bustin' on them bitches like the last outlaw Huh, nigga, what!
"I coulda killed ya Dick, I coulda killed ya. But I don't wanna kill ya, I wanna eat"
I fought the Law, and the Law won You see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his son Totin' on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones "Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit' you?" I popped him and dropped him And took his potna's crown It's a brand new sheriff in town And I don't think you wanna fuck around Double jeopardy for the deputy dog Fuckin' wit' a hog Say y'all, y'all motherfuckers tried to ball The rise and fall For y'all, nigga, I'll be a huckleberry Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry Legendary, hereditary for niggas that know I'm out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the poke My homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could see Told me to blow him away, or make him ride with me Put on your boots, cowboy, and pass the pound I got the moonshine water makin' wine(nigga) One of a kind, genuine Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em Y'all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though Playin' is raw Quick on the draw Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck what you saw!" Chewin' on straw Steady bustin' like the Last Outlaw! Huh, nigga what!
"You gotta test yourself every day, gentlemen. One you stop testing yourself, you get slow. And when that happens, they kill you."
Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me? I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris We gonna have somethin real swole to fold My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola My nigga Big Poola Mic An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say!
[Chorus x1: Maxminelli]
The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how its cut, So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up!
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin, You gotta know a nigga yearnin, Niggaz stole from the stop an go, An seperate my weed from the seeds, An roll an optimo, An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy, An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy, Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it, I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin, While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five, All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside, Got yo mouth wide, Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga Or hurt somethin nigga, Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough, Quick on the draw like the last outlaw, Killin 'em softly, Hollerin dawg get off me, Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip, An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga, But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit, She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it, Ya heard me fool, Only cool dawg puttin it down, Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say.
[chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Young Bleed]
I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind, Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time, An eye for an eye, Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win, Steady ballin, but fallin, Slowly but surely livin non-holy Down an dirty by my stress, but that's The way it is when you livin nappy like that, Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack, Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid, Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt, Ain't nothin left, but to go forself, Life in the ghetto, Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized, Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied, Full of that weed, an a shadow of doubt Wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on, The pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe, Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game, Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth, An keep bailin, ain't no tellin who the next to be a felon, Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear, They got me in here, tryin to steer clear, Hollin bout.
[chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Young Bleed]
Criminal minded, you've been blinded, Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it, Stop tryin, daily, But it's like you'd rather play me, Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush, Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson, Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh, So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22 It's you against me, an me against you, To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone, Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night, Gettin high as a kite, takin a bite, outta crime, Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind, An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder, Money an power every hour, on the hour, A coward dies a thousand deaths, But a soldier dies once, Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk, Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, Man doubtin the world wit funk beats, Holdin my heat, Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the Jackers get clunked in this mutha fucka.
We don't stop, an we don't quit, Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
An say we don't stop an we don't quit, Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
Cuz Lay Low don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
An Big Happy don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
An Young Bleed don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
Cuz C-Loc don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit (what ya got) makin money (get them thangs when a nigga come up) make money, make money You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up
Yeah, tryin to tell you, cuz we the sickest god damn it [echos off]
