[Intro: Master P]
Haha
Ungh! Once a-motherfucking-gain, me and my nigga, Silkk
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
West Coast-style, nigga
From Down South, to the motherfucking hills
Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better fucking recognize
[Verse 1: Master P]
I'm true to the game, Masta P'll be the name
I'm in it for the money, fuck these bitches and the fame
'Cause when you broke, bitches get ghost like sideways
Like gold Daytons rolling up the highway
On my way to the town to take some cizz-ash
And if you shizz-ort, bitch, you in the bizz-ag
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
Fist stealing 5, ready 'til 5, blowing dank
And still trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
It's a drought but I got ice cream 16-5, everyday, all day
Hit me on the doorknob
'Cause we be balling, bitch, we be hauling
Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
And y'all fools can't stop the real deal
And when you see the Tank, fool, you better guard your grill
'Cause No Limit in this to win this
And got a million soldiers ready to handle business
[Chorus]
Six deep is how we mobb, and we Tru (Ungh!)
But we'll kill if we have to
[Verse 2: Silkk the Shocker]
Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the trey
Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today
Cock the K, 'cause these buster-ass niggas know we not to play
Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killer
Down South thriller, quick to fill you
With more shells than the sea, more mail than the post office
These lyrics and dope keep me staying up like it was coffee
Now stop, pause, take a look
East Bay nigga, crook, seven-E deuce cut
Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up
I be the man, understand this, scandalous niggas gets fucked up
Number one on Billboard, bitch, y'all niggas still tryna come up
Y'all niggas soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble
Your girlfriend out of line, I'ma catch her like Columbo
Tongue-twisting like an Uzi, y'all niggas can't do me
(Boo-yah, bad man) Y'all watch too many fucking movies
[Chorus]
Six deep is how we mobb, and we Tru (Ungh!)
But we'll kill if we have to
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