Lyrics:

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
I wont stop til they feel me dawg
They cant knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg

[Master P]
You can find me on the block my nigga
Aint nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigga
I feel like B.I.G. and Pac my nigga
All Eyez on Me, but I got this nigga
P. Miller shoes, camou top my nigga
Im from the hood so Im strapped with two glocks my nigga
You wanna scrap but I dont box my nigga
Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga
I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga
Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga
Try to sue me but Im on top my nigga
Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigga
Keep my enemies close and watch my friends
And Ima rep the New No Limit til the casket bend
We did it once, well do it again
I dont follow I lead my nigga I set trends

[Chorus]

[Pop]
Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a cowards chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo sets and spray, so you aint gotta be
on public housing to get yo section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now wont you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do
Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto
Fo my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass
I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
Until Im sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are like niggaz around strippers theyll snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
So you aint gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yellow on the block than a school bus
So if you need a clique to hate on then dont choose us

[Chorus]