[ master p]

Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
When ya'll ready for that nigga, i got.

Huh nigga what? (you be coughing this shit up)
I'm just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin' to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs

(chorus)

Tell......me
Huh nigga what?
I'm just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin' to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs

[fiend]

Who was the first of the brothers
Who said no bottle, because a
They crossed a bird
Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
From the curb, i observe
Making tunes, i would be getting benz and jewels
You niggas give me room
Before i bring a lots of doom
I be soon to wearing time
17 and getting heavy
Seven fingers like off to find the relly
Oh my felly, my belly
Full of fast food
Cuz i know that cash rules my life
To like as twice as the nights
I'm living, try my life
Fully rusted, is a chance to get a cop busted
But i stick em' and break it off
So the rest won't test me
Luckily, never sticking my business
Til' these hoes, and i give my friends living tears
Like my department store, c'mon
(uhhhhhh)

(chorus- 2x)

[ kane and abel ]

Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key
Twenty-bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me
I'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin'
Yeah this o.p. chuggin'
You can find me in the hood
Tryin' to slang something
I serve a million fiends
For million dollar dreams
B.b.s. stretch lex, bitch i'm bout my cream
Thunder weed and sex
More crack than cracker jack
Silkk, 100-dollar, tens
Please tell my friend he be right back
They say we hold it down
Like we paralized from the neck down
Slang from sun down to sun down
Smoking a pound

(chorus-2x)

(m.p.- uhhh nigga this a muthafuckin' 211
Don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)

[ kane and abel ]

This a kidnapp, don't make it a killing
Put a game til' the game's over
Soldier, ready and willing, i be letting dissing
To get paid with a gyps of ak's
If you looking for revenge, better dig two graves
Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
20 a grams, oz's, to a balls to quaves
My hustle never stop, uh
Block to block, like a nigga sittin' on three keys
Till a rock to rock c'mon

(chorus-4x)

[ master p ]

Kane and abel, fiend, master p
It ain't no limit nigga
Clean your dirty money out to good money
You heard, tryin' to have a thang
From the motherfucking streets to the world
Real niggas take heat, bout it, bout it, rowdy, rowdy
Uhhhhhh