money, fuck a bitch cause im paid(Im living like a hustler) x4 [Girl] Tom Cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch [Master P] What else should I say fuck a bitch
cause (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) King of my own castle, I'm a master (HEY!!!) Stop and I'll fly right past ya, you knwo what I'm after until I
: [1st verse] As I blaze the PM I inhale with the scent of a million men I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the fuck I am? In the midst of a crisis
as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same Ghetto star, feelin the pavement I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
's the master plan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... [Verse 2: Professor Griff] They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know P.A.,
but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor? I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets To
haha I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine But man
the picture of what I'm tryin' to say I'm ballin' outta control Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin' Every other fuckin' day I'm
, born and raised in Gretna See I'm the type of nigga that'll have you in a stretcher Cause I wetcha, and I betcha you the type claiming I ain't bout
s no word, these haters got some nerve A nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole
and take as much as I can, can Understand, I need a plan, pray and fear no man Even though I walk thru the valley of death, i'm a mighty warrior When
a den when I'm strikin" on a mission lookin' for competition or maybe a couple bitches my style is something deadly like a newport cigarette I'm a street chemist bitch
paid to play, that's how I like it [Chorus: Master P] I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat 8X] [Master P] Give me a, country girl with tits
bitches is what I live for until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra they thought I was dead but I'm still in it I'm back to life back on top
when I fuck ya fasta, don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards, y'all
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so low like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch
