| Lyrics: | [Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward, New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world,
nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
Mystikal, and Master P.
(They know, P, they
know, they know.)
[Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to
the West!
[Master P]
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many
killas done called, No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy
and that doja
Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like
cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six
figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we
rappin
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow
me?
[Hook] X 4
[Mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't
right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and
killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You
think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin
with the wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta stop
these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch
niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the
south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way
shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!
[Hook] X 4
[Mack
10]
From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we
got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball
from LA to the Mardi Gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs
like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game,
and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in
New Orleans over jambalaya dinner
Cuz what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get,
you
can't switch
Cuz Silkk'll shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We
tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay "How we do that
there?"
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Hoo Bangin and No Limit, two sets
of made niggaz
[Hook] (till fade |
