Tekster: Master P. Hook It Up.

Yo, Layzie? Check this out
Me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
When we touch down in Cleveland
I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me
Use the code black or blue
Me and my boy gonna have some

Tell Krayzie, Wish and Flesh
Have them thangs on 'em 'cause them hater's is out there
We gonna be in a green duce and ah quarter
Tryin' to out smart the po po's
Keep it on the D.L. but check this out
When I get there, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Yah heard me? 'Cause I got the hook-up

I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up

I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up

Just call it up, what you need, indeed
A nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more than trees, wanna see what I got?
Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don't panic, relax, what's happenin'?

Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lackin'?
We got them still in the package, you know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them, no refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations, buck, buck
We patient, have all your money in hand

Don't worry about credit, forget it
'Cause we don't let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up when you reach someone, thinkin' of someone
I can hook you up

I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up

Nigga just got this sack of D and Master P
My nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header and I'ma call you back

'Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustlin' motherfucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on

We got them rides whatever you need
My nigga just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll

And when you ride with Bone
Don't you worry about a thing
'Cause we got shit for real, trust in me
These niggas don't wanna buck buck bang

We on a mission, time to position
Call the soldiers, let's ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money, alright

You want the hook-up?
Check this out little

I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high, supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can, I take the jingle
But I'm for the countin' motherfuckin' four

All sales are final
Ain't no refund in this motherfucker
This motherfuckin' shit sold
I hit them like non-stop cock the glock
'Cause the motherfuckin' spot be hot

Nigga wonder where I be
'Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the penn
Talkin' about holler at me
I got everythin' from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don't even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain't got it shit don't exist

Nigga talking about holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas, see I got what you need
If I ain't got it, I'm going get it
See I ain't hard to find, you need me?
Look me up, they call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up

I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up

I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up