[Master P]
We ain't got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck
N***as robbin n***as in the ghetto...
Armed robbery

[Silkk the Shocker]
I got twin Glock like Tamira and Tia
N***a tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C
When you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got n***as stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
It's like here, n***a hop, n***a clips... to the Glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
N***a T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of n***as
That be down to ride on yo' set
N***as be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, n***a no dice, I time the blast
I smash, I'm up in your house
Chorus:
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto n***a
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto n***a

[Silkk the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P would you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
If the n***a so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that n***a wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these n***as like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
Be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: N***a fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
N***as get dealed with, n***a hook 'em
How you gon' fuck wit n***as we real black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
An that's how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
Chorus

[Master P]
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month
It's yo' last day
See I be jackin, my n***a Silkk be packin
I be puttin n***as in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
Fuck what you heard cuz, n***a, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin n***as in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block
It's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
N***as killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
Y'all n***as mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side

Chorus
[Master P]
Y'all n***as better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all n***as but I'm tellin y'all n***as
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
N***a comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
N***a live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my n***a Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
But that's what I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, n***a, do what you gotta do
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, n***a
Y'all think about it