(feat. C-Murder, Master P) [Master P talking:] (Yo man you high yet?) [Chorus:] Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you motherfuckers
club up, feel me uh I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit Only one bitch put it down like this See this shiny ass shit
to shit that happened Now when we first met, my people really wasn't Down for seeing me with a nigga who was thuggin They told me you was trouble and wouldn't
know what bro, this pussy might be worth somethin' Go ahead girl, handle your business Twerk somethin' [Chorus X2] [Mia X] There's gonna have to be
y'all knew that, shit Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck And if you run
don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught
What did they do to deserve this life Was it so horrible to make them serve a homeless night, Shit ain't right Cause we eating, sleeping in good health What we don't
't shit (Chorus) (Mercedes) (over Mia X) Where they at where they at? (Mia X) All ya niggas ain't shit They talk a lot of shit And rag on they dicks
Limit lady, Ms. Fuckin Ain't Seeing Shit if you ain't payin' straight bangin if the deals lookin flaky I'll love this 380 bitch, so don't try to play
quick nigga Everybody got a heart from the smaller ones, to a big nigga And y'all know I don't play, not go on, and I don't stay See, you know I'm bout
start this fight, you fuckin' right Bitch, get off me Buckle up nigga Who run this bitch, we run this bitch That 'bout it shit, we started this shit 'Cause ain't
on down (we ain't to be played with) Shit! startes better take heat Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like weed Bleed like a minstral, boy don't
but nigga, I ain't approve of that Now don't make me lose my mind and go snatch all my logos Everybody know you ain't a soldier cause p ain't in none
camoflauged Range Rover against all odds Tru niggas don't fall nigga we ball nigga army fatigue nigga weed up in my draws you don't wanna take no poor
Chorus: Mystikal, mia x we got clout Mystikal, mia x Mystikal, mia x Mystikal, mia x who the fuck you take us for x3 [mia x] Tank mama (who) mama (mia
that bitch" 'Cause when I step to the mic I come to tear shit up If you don't won't this type of heat don't even pick your pen up My rhymes buss get
How you gonna tell a nigga you don't suck dick no more Shit, you bitches know y'all hoes can serve that Talkin' bout I don't do that type of shit How
a glock For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot (mia x) But mia x got your back p Cause ain't no bitch nor these kince Aren't
