I Got Candy

This for all ya'll niggas dat TRU to the g-zame From Master P and the whole TRU click. It's time to hook ya ice Cream up and turn it into candy Mo B. Dick: Oh! Chorus I: I got candy! Mo B. Dick: I can serve you on the block Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiends I got candy! Mo B. Dick: I wanna know If you feel it, too, just like I do [Silkk] I hit the block non stop, rocks in my sock Pause for a second when I see the cops Rocks or candy, whatever you wanna call it But when I get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin alcoholic I stay posted around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster Candy I have move em fast like a roller coaster Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack 9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back Whole bunch a niggas, and just one fiend They come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger cream And them fiends come back cause they understand me I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy Chorus II: He's got candy! Yo eyes roll in your head Mo B. Dick: You toss and turn in yo bed Cause I only sell the best to you Mo B. Dick: Indeed I do! Simply put I'm the reason why Silkk: Why? Everyday you get high Mo B. Dick: Real high! And you know I got that crack for you Mo B. Dick: Indeed I do! Just for you [Silkk] I'm sittin' on the post, choppin' game with this bitch I see ya later ho, I got's money to get Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream Money moves everything around me, kn'what I mean? Cause another day another dolla, I'm sittin' on a drop Impala On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow My money makes stacks and real deals I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I got's to pay bills And these niggas can't stand me Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy GoTta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin' tricks $3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj) Cut the shit up like machette, chop the shit up like grass Cause I'm a stay hustlin Till they fuckin' can me bitch Because it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, I got Candy Chorus I [Master P] Uuuugggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a drug dealer I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla 7 grams for $2.50 Got niggas in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me I keep a stash for the drought But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouth My homies use code names Like L.D., Big Champ, Slim, T Dove, and Big Mann I take penitentiary chances to make a livin' Every 1st of the month, is like Thanksgiving Fiends hug me like they miss me Hoes see me rollin' in my car, and wanna be with me I get my candy from California by the keys Ship it in boats and trains back to New Orleans And open up shop like Mr. Rogers But sell mo hits than the Dodgers And fiends holla "ugh!" cause it's all good From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood And when you sellin' candy trust nobody Cause niggas even snitched on John Gotti Niggas stay TRU to the g-zame Never front on muthafuckin' candy in the dope game And never go to the fedz on ya folks Cause punks get fucked with the soap Chorus III: Mo B. Dick: I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and every day A real TRU soldier, on these streets I gotta get my pay My game so tight, So good, so good, yeah! Mo B. Dick: Cocaine, heroin, that fire ass weed Valiums and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. Oh! Sweet like candy, candy!