[Intro: Master P]
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my n***as bout to open up shop
Hot boy n***a grab the Glock
So me and my n***as we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my n***as bout to open up shop
Hot boy n***a grab the Glock
So me and my n***as we can sell our rocks

[Verse 1: Master P]
Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn n***a From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
But if you beefin, n***a You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto N***as gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky
My n***as bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby)

[Chorus: Master P]
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
[Verse 2: Krazy]
If it's a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
Tell [?] come get, ya Chopper split ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the block all week tryna dodge the cops
N***as prayin' on my death before my album drops
My n***as wearin' wires, feds tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
Told my dog, me and you, we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend that's the way the game go down

[Chorus: Master P]
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street (fuckin' right)
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (watch out! Ya heard me)

[Verse 3: Mystikal]
I'm from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!
That n***a chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood
Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want that drama to come to you!
Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz hor iron will run ya through ya!
You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a n***a don't be 'round beef
You won't be on yo' back
[Verse 4: Silkk The Shocker]
Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these n***as
Can't move, we infrared these n***as
We'll do these n***as, black proof these n***as
Close casket these boys, black suit these n***as
We'll blast these n***as, walk past these n***as
And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these n***as
And after we do it, we'll toss the tec
And ghetto plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set
You ain't gotta ask who's hot, who's on top
I gotta question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust
If I got two n***as wildin' out when I bust, one gon' duck
The one that's wildin' the most, that's the one I'ma bust
He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough

[Chorus: Master P]
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street (ya heard me)
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (Ya heard me)