(Master P)
  Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
  Time to break these hoes off somethin'
  Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
  Done hooked up with Master P
  We about to bring this shit across the border
  Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
  
  Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
  Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
  A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers
  We get rowdy
  I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)
  Y'all can't fade us
  Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
  Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball
  Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
  Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
  I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
  And killing ain't nothing but a hobby
  Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
  And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
  You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
  By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
  Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
  Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
  Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
  Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
  Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
  But blowing up like B-12
  Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
  The murder capital of the world
  Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
  And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
  I'm a have to break you off somethin'
  
  (hook)
  Break you off somethin'
  Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)
  
  (Pimp C)
  Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
  If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
  Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
  AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
  I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto
  Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
  Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
  I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
  I need mo money money mo money money
  Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
  Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
  To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did
  I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap
  But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
  I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
  Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
  Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
  Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'
  
  hook
  
  (Bun B.)
  We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
  Just when you thought it was the beginning
  You bitch, now its over
  You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
  They getting somewhere if they see me
  My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
  Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
  Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips
  And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
  With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
  Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
  Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
  Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
  It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
  Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
  Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
  Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
  Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga