[Chorus 4X: Master P]
I won`t stop `til they feel me dawg
They can`t knock a ni**a hustle they gotta kill me dawg

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

[Chorus]

[Pop]
Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward`s chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo` sets and spray, so you ain`t gotta be
on public housing to get yo` section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won`t 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 I`m sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are like ni**az around strippers they`ll snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
So you ain`t 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 don`t choose us

[Chorus]