Ain't no block too hot
  Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
  Hot boy nigga grab the glock
  So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
  Ain't no block too hot
  Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
  Hot boy nigga grab the glock
  So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
    [Master P:]
  Every bag of that raw
  We hustle in the park
  From dusk to dawn nigga
  From dawn to dark
  Now if you tweakin, boy
  You better be creepin
  But if you beefin, nigga
  You bout to be sleepin
  Me and my dogs
  We don't fuck with you cats
  Go to the pen
  Don't fuck with no rats
  See this shit is real
  I sleep with one eye open
  See in the ghetto
  Niggas gotta be pistol totin
  A thousand fuckin' grams
  That's what I'm workin' with
  Come short on the D
  You know what you twerkin' wit
  It's murder
  187
  I represent the third ward
  We tote mac 11's
  If I die, write my name in the sky
  My niggas bust yo' ass
  Yall gon' know why (baby)
    [Chorus:]
  Roll roll roll ya dough
  Up and down the street
  On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
  Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
  [repeat]
    [Krazy:]
  It's a problem
  I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
  ??? gon' come get ya
  Chopper split ya
  A young soldier
  Plottin' to rule the world with riches
  Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
  Run the block all week
  Trying to dodge the cops
  Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
  My niggas wearin wires
  Feds tappin' my phone
  Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
  Told my dog believe you we can rule the world
  He didn't listen
  He'd rather stuff his nose with furl
  They found him dead in the project
  Brains on the ground
  When you a fiend
  That's the way the game go down
    [Chorus]
    [Mystikal:]
  I'm from the ? chopper too!
  Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
  Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!
  That nigga chokin!
  Motherfucker coughin' up blood
  Well fuck the ?????
  You don't want that drama to come to you!
  Yo' mama to come do you!
  Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya!
  You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact
  If you ain't got beef wit a nigga
  Don't be 'round beef
  You won't be on yo' back
    [Silkk:]
  Oh it ain't my fault
  We'll dead these niggas
  Can't move we infrared these niggas
  We'll do these niggas
  Black proof these niggas
  Close casket these boys
  Black suit these niggas
  We'll blast these niggas
  Walk past these niggas
  And ride on these bustas
  Just keep mashin these niggas
  And after we do it
  We'll toss the tec
  And ghetto
  Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set
  You ain't gotta ask who's hot
  Who's on top
  I gotta question to ask yall foreal
  Tru or not
  If I got two guns
  I'm sure one gon' bust
  If I got two niggas wildin' out
  When I bust, one gon' duck
  The one that's wildin' the most
  That's the one I'ma bust
  He still trippin' after that
  I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
    [Chorus]