And it's a message from the motherfucking street (chorus) Something funky for the streets And the niggas and the hoes Verse 2 Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
And its a message from the motherfucking street (Chorus) Something funky for the streets And the niggas and the hoes Verse 2 Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
: [Nas] Yeah, hahaha "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Nas] Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from
? {Master P} It go a little somethin like this here. {Snoop Dogg} Like this, woof woof. {Master P} Like this here, ya heard me? Chorus {Master P} Watcha
the work of a Masta!! [Cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went
"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be" "Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before
is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin' me down gets you blasted For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't shit for mac to
bad one Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P? Not near one of y'all and
holy war, holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off Let me slow down on the violence (slow down) fly high but the dutch masters the pilot The
crew ready to blast at ya 'Cuz we the masters We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon' askin' Like you gaspin', backin' up while P's blastin'
cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
machete Revolutionary, ready for war, never scary As an African, my daily regimen is development Malcolm X said self defense is intelligent So I train in the martial arts It's something for
mistake 'Cuz if I get sent to D C, I'm sendin' dice to DE With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me For real,'cuz the streets is filled with snakes
out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For
"No Limit Studios" "Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P
sippin' tonic, how we live for the three On the street corner, heat, 'cause it's kill or seek he It's like kill or be killed, in this here concrete jungle For