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[Master P talking] G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin' Before we finish this album up And let's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin' Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid) That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know) What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit a lil') Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man) Ya know the same ol' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up) (Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something) Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah) [Rich Kid] 38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off With the clean purple back and the real gold plates And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot Richmond, California is the city I'm from And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns If a sucker talk shit I fill his ass with lead Letras de cancionesWith a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness If you think a folk then handle ya business But just remember that you can be handled With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kill If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke Off this red hot piece of lead Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest [Master P talking] Yeah Rich man that's cool but pass the dank man (Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah Swwwww [* Coughs *] Whoa, pass it (Oh shit) Hold a kid, cut the music off [* Music stops *] [* Different beat starts *] [Master P] Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from A smoked out, loced out hood Way back in the ghetto back in the days I used to slang and game to get hoes 50 would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys I see so many crack babies and laid bitches Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway She never had nothin' and probably never will Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kill But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya ass [Hook x2] See dope fiends, they get me for crack 5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass [Master P] There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide They be smokin' crack but they will never realize My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's kill or be killed Pull out the chopper motherfucker watch the blood spill Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game Can't find a job so a brother sellin' cocaine It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slippin' My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is always trippin' In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid Them motherfuckers low down, damn how could ya do it nig So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred miles [Hook x2] Watch your ass (x5) [* Master P talking with hook in background *] [Hook x2] From Letras Mania