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Come on [x14] [Choppa] Now what's happ'n, what's crackalting fool on your end What's happ'n, hustle up and buy you a Benz Uh rock your ice, represent your shit Man what's happ'n with you nigga, what's happ'n with you bitch When you see me, you know I got at least a zone And my shirt off, bulging like I'm Sly Stallone Choppa puff mo' daddy than, Diddy gone Throw a ice cream party, boogoo chicks in thongs This the New No Limit, we ball to the end Gotta send a shout out, to all my dogs in the penn All my thugged out niggas, bout to spin em a bend I done signed with Master P, now we in it to win All my bottle gutter niggas, look raise your henn Pour some liquor for your nigga, if he gone my friend You know the streets getting wild, we keep the chrome within You can't be hating on a tank, nigga what's wrong with them [Hook] Nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n Nigga nigga what's happ'n Letras de canciones [Choppa] What's happ'n, what's the dizzle with you and yo block And what's happ'n with your people, ahhh they making it hot You got me feeling like a pit, I'm out here shake this spot If them people pull up, is you gon take these rocks Now when you see me, first of all you know this my grill I don't gotta say nothin, just know that I'm real And I been had paper, way before this deal I'm stacking mill with the Colonel, how the fuck I feel I feel blessed, dressed like a million bucks In the P. Miller gear, hopping out the trucks T.V.'s in front the rear, T.V. dizzled up I'm a cocky built nigga, but the burner be tough I'm a Dirty South (boy), a 504 Boy Cuff your hoe (boy), cause the chick ain't no (oh boy) I got the Tank in your city, and its crowded crowded With them No Limit niggas, cause we bout it bout it [Hook] [Choppa] Now we some Down South Hustlas (hustlas) I represent Uptown to that Westbank, straight from the gutter Its No Limit now, so we touch them other niggas They hated on us any way, so fuck them other niggas Got word from suave, bout clutch the fucking triggas Waiting on the word from P, just to rush a fucking nigga I'm a No Limit (boy), and I'm hot with raps Seven figga deal, yes I signed for that Sticky green is what I feel, so I ride with that Even the feds hating on us, cause the lines be tapped But if you still want them oranges, and bananas We posted on the block, with 504 bandannas This the throwback tape, nigga I'm '97 hot Made moves with C, cause my ear to the block Kept my hand on a glock, the Tank is too hot Nigga we back up in this bitch, and yo we can't be stopped [Hook] Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it And lil pussy ass nigga, bet not step on my shoes When I walk wit it, gangsta walk wit it When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk When I walk wit it, gangsta walk wit it When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk Gangsta walk wit it From Letras Mania