[Master P]
I don't know what’s wrong with these fuckers
Always whinin', always cryin'
"He ain't doing this for me, she ain't doing that"
Motherfucker, get with me I try to teach you motherfuckers something
And then they just jump in here, talkin' bout going AWOL
Who the fuck going AWOL? Man, I let these motherfuckers go
Then they get to the fucking white man
And sell they fucking soul for a couple bitches and a blunt
How we supposed to respect that woadie?
And these motherfucking producers running they mouth
I paid for the equipment, met a motherfucker you couldn’t even make beats for $102, man
Showed a n***a how to get some paper, and this is what I get in return?
How you talk about you ain't with No Limit no more, man
Why don't you bring back the Tank then woadie?
You ain't gotta bring it to me, I know you scared
Mail it to me!
What're you keeping it for? Protection?
What you gonna do with them tattoos puta?
Coming up with a ruse? That's something some bitches would do
Oh yeah, when I met ya y'all had nothing
Now you gone, you got nothing to give puta!
Ain't no real n***a gon fuck with you
Sell all the stories you want to the [?]
I don't give a fuck
I don't have no image to hold, you do
I run the streets, where you're from?
What are you gonna call the police and press charges everytime you get your ass whooped
What kinda gangsta are you puta
(Woman laughing)