runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' Look at your woman, anal ripped out, it's your fault They gang banged your bitch out in
the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at [Master P]
mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!) Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat [Master P
wit niggas we real black (Master P: A ghetto robbery) an that's how we ride (Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde) Chorus [Master P
windows Hit the side show bust a nigga in a Pinto Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party (What?) It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta
'all know. we run the muthafuckin streets. No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker. This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
'm talkin' 'bout, I thought I told y'all You know what I'm talkin' 'bout but whats up dawg? Gangstas don't dance man we groove, I want everybody's bitch
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with Master P
-should I say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it -I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy nigga -The mothafucking Ice Cream Man in this bitch -Master P
worry, worry style bitch Even though my hostile spit on his mossburg grip Quote it I spoke tank dawgs make hustlers quick Got the never to pull shit, disrespect usual niggas Tru gang
Master P And the whole No Limit muthafucking family, nigga From the south to the west to the east to the middle To the muthafucking world, haha real niggas and bitches
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
Here to tell it Stomp this motherfucker like elephant Spray you bitches like apes Fly by you bitches like pelicans Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan Shake this bitch
with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit We 'bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit We 'bout to hop off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit
Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong Bitch, bitch, yeah, what, what, what, what, what? Beeitch, set up, set up, set up, beeitch, it's a set up What they'
to M.O.P. The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet Niggas be screamin that they real Yeah, real bitch
nigga step on my white Air, Ones This red, rum Ready? Here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin' rocks when Master P
, gangsta walk wit it When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk When I walk wit it, gangsta walk wit it When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk Gangsta
