Текст песни: Ghetto 211 (feat. Master P) + перевод

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

Niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto…

Armed robbery

I got twin Glock like Tamira and Tia

Nigga 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 niggas 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, nigga hop, nigga 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

Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit

(TRU!) a gang of niggas

That be down to ride on yo' set

Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet

Best believe I clock G’s, nigga no dice, I time the blast

I smash, I’m up in your house

Cuz I’m a hustler, cuz I’m a killa, who gives a fuck

If I murder another ghetto nigga

Cuz I’m a hustler, cuz I’m a killa, who gives a fuck

If I murder another ghetto nigga

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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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: Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')

One eighty-seven that I peels caps

(Master P: I murder!)

Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em

How you gon' fuck wit niggas 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)

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 nigga Silkk be packin

I be puttin niggas 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, nigga, 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 niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas mad cuz I’m famous, it’s time to ride

It’s time to ride, ain’t no love on the South Side

Y’all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee

I’m not tryin to preach to y’all niggas but I’m tellin y’all niggas

Watch ya ass an trust nobody

Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti

Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart

Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you

An like my nigga 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, nigga, do what you gotta do

Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!

But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga

Y’all think about it