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U.G.K. f Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Playaz From the South

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Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha

[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin` got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back
Lookin` for action, retaliation, and reaction
That`s where that shit at
Click clack that`s that pistol
Bullets cuttin` wind make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it`s yo dismissal
Now this`ll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin` it down,
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn`t cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it`s time
To call the first family to handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on
I`m so fo` sure
That these G`s goin` fo`, fo` and blow for blow
It`s Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know

[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G`s
Flippin` tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D`s

[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I`m bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I`m rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin` shit
I`m bad, like Jason
Don`t compare with them other niggas
Cause I ain`t freebasin`
Y`all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo` niggas in the game then a quarterback
I got them G`s, them killers, them keys
I`m fuckin` doublin` them D`s
I`m triplin` them T`s
Tryin` to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I`m from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin` (Ballin`)
Slangin` that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin` from the sirens
Don`t know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin` band I`d be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin` Calliope (Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don`t give a fuck about a ho (Ho)
And niggas stuntin` on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don`t give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin` tomorrow
And won`t stop, send me to the pen
I won`t stop til them motherfuckin` Saints go marchin` in

[Hook x4]

[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin` mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don`t fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain`t ask yo bitch ass to come
I`m from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea`
For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y`all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain`t gonna fuckin` change nigga
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin`
Bitch ain`t gon` never gon` die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn`t surprised
Cause I`ma be the man to stand, I`m bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y`all haven`t heard
But y`all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha` boy if ya need me
And bitch I`m out

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You`d have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em` from back to front
Cause I`m Pimp C bitch, ain`t no mistakin`
Niggas tryin` to get the cheese
But bitch I`m gettin` the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin` bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin` down, nigga my heart be true
I`m fuckin` ya boo, I`m bumpin` that screw
Nigga what`s up with you
I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin` though
I represent my shit cause nigga I can`t be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin`
That we don`t have a fuckin` pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you bitches ain`t heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I`m down with drinkin` Royal and the motherfuckin` Plush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what`s up

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin` niggas in Texas
Know what I`m talkin` about
I know niggas be hollerin` Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain`t all about this rap boy
I`m tellin` you, I`m tellin` you, I told you
Comin` down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy ha ha

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