[Master P]
Huh, it's like this here player.
Ain't no rules in the ghetto.
It aint really bout the dollar value.
It's bout the principle.
A life ain't worth nothing.
Any n**** come shizzout on mine.
Ya hear what I'm saying?
I'm gonna handle that.
I'm gonna show these m************ I ain't playing.
That's the american way.
I mean I'm kicking up crack houses
knocking m************ doors in cause I gotta get mine
[Chorus x2]
Time to get your fetty
Get your paper
Come short with the cream we goin take you
[Master P]
Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-On
Eighteen oz's add up, n**** that's half home
Open up shop on six and berone street
The fiends walking around, every n**** out there know me
Hear them on the beeper, n**** it's on
[Mr. Serv-On]
I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home
Two came up short, somebody must be smoking
P grabbed that age k, n**** we aint joking
[Master P]
Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain
1997, ?????????????? the dope game
[Mr. Serv-On]
Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shorts
I'm aiming that beam at your m************ heart
[Master P]
Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer
A 187 for this crystal white powder
So Serv-On, cut those lights off and creep
That's when we put them c***roaches to sleep
Cruise up drive to erata to the 3rd ward
Professional execution, f*** a murder charge
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped
Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnapped
Now I'm trippin on s***, I aint slippin on s***
We carry gats and s***, bulletproof vests incase n***** talkin s***
Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers
Ghetto millionare where n***** and b****** feel us
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fake n***** step back, jackers meet my chrome gat
They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back
It's an eye for an eye in this dope game
n***** are losing thier life living that heroin and cocain
I trust nobody but my nickel plated nino
Have you seen her, f*** with my greens n**** you goin meet her
[Master P]
Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica
Now your b**** with me, and I'm a f*** her, then break her
Ain't no rules in this dope game
But don't get high on your own supplies man
But if you f*** with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs
Cause n***** in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you b****** calling me daddy
Got some mountains in the trunk, n**** they goin faster so what the f*** you want
Slanging them green birds and lemon drops
Pop a pound of that cali green serving fiends
Got em fat like fifties
Which one of you n***** trying to short me
Big Mo take me to the calliop so I can see Slim
Hit the desert eagle and pay these b****** like a candy painted reagle
Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel
On the parkway you b****** gonna die my way
Call my n**** cujo, it's goin down
Check my fetty n****
Huh, it's like this here player.
Ain't no rules in the ghetto.
It aint really bout the dollar value.
It's bout the principle.
A life ain't worth nothing.
Any n**** come shizzout on mine.
Ya hear what I'm saying?
I'm gonna handle that.
I'm gonna show these m************ I ain't playing.
That's the american way.
I mean I'm kicking up crack houses
knocking m************ doors in cause I gotta get mine
[Chorus x2]
Time to get your fetty
Get your paper
Come short with the cream we goin take you
[Master P]
Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-On
Eighteen oz's add up, n**** that's half home
Open up shop on six and berone street
The fiends walking around, every n**** out there know me
Hear them on the beeper, n**** it's on
[Mr. Serv-On]
I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home
Two came up short, somebody must be smoking
P grabbed that age k, n**** we aint joking
[Master P]
Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain
1997, ?????????????? the dope game
[Mr. Serv-On]
Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shorts
I'm aiming that beam at your m************ heart
[Master P]
Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer
A 187 for this crystal white powder
So Serv-On, cut those lights off and creep
That's when we put them c***roaches to sleep
Cruise up drive to erata to the 3rd ward
Professional execution, f*** a murder charge
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped
Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnapped
Now I'm trippin on s***, I aint slippin on s***
We carry gats and s***, bulletproof vests incase n***** talkin s***
Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers
Ghetto millionare where n***** and b****** feel us
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fake n***** step back, jackers meet my chrome gat
They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back
It's an eye for an eye in this dope game
n***** are losing thier life living that heroin and cocain
I trust nobody but my nickel plated nino
Have you seen her, f*** with my greens n**** you goin meet her
[Master P]
Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica
Now your b**** with me, and I'm a f*** her, then break her
Ain't no rules in this dope game
But don't get high on your own supplies man
But if you f*** with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs
Cause n***** in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you b****** calling me daddy
Got some mountains in the trunk, n**** they goin faster so what the f*** you want
Slanging them green birds and lemon drops
Pop a pound of that cali green serving fiends
Got em fat like fifties
Which one of you n***** trying to short me
Big Mo take me to the calliop so I can see Slim
Hit the desert eagle and pay these b****** like a candy painted reagle
Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel
On the parkway you b****** gonna die my way
Call my n**** cujo, it's goin down
Check my fetty n****