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(feat. Master P) [Intro: Master P + Background] (Ayyy-yeah) check this out now (Yeah-yeah...) if they put a whole off son, go around (He just go awayyy...) cuz they aint playin our records (He just go awayyy...) we put it in a movement, we go to Hollywood (Ayyy-yeah) and turn to Hollyhood, you fall down (Yeah-yeah...) and get back up, you a real hustler you never look back (He just go awayyy...) and you could flip anything when it come to gettin paper (He just go awayyy...) you feel me, lets do this [Verse: Romeo + Background] Why they up in my ear now, whisperin now Goin around town spittin rumors everyday now Gates money, yea Im lil Ghetto Bill Some say I changed cuz I got a couple mill I never changed man still the same Rome man Still tryna make a couple dollars out the change man Dont speak about nothin that you never seen Why hate on somebody wit mo green Why this and that, why chitty-chat I ask why cuz I wanna know that know that Why lie to raps I only speak facts Truth is man guess what it is Im kick ass Im the best in the come yall gritty rat Letras de cancionesOnly standin 5 temper bigger than Shaq Why play tough guy when Im a Role Model Got good looks yea I only date top models Truth is Im the King and yall nothin Why hate on the King cuz he got somethin (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) [Verse: Master P + Background] (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) I star a small town, Im in a big league Why they hate man, Im tryna do me Be the best at it learn it from my granddaddy I aint in it if it dont make caddish I got em scared of me I learn to flip thangs Im in the big rise big cars big chains Watch ya girl homie, she got her eyes on me Im like McDonald's know I keep the fries on me Two pies on me man you couldn't ride homie I got some that'll make you slip and slide homie You see cribs [?], I started that Call me Mike Vick of the rap game Im the quarterback Dont play wit ball cap stay fitted Guttar Music man still screamin No Limit Call me Cookie Monster cuz I bake cookies Find me on the block wit them thangs shakin rookies Cant feel man, my son got millions Im hustlin like Im broke cuz Im tryna get billions (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (He just go awayyy...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) (Ayyy-yeah) (Yeah-yeah...) From Letras Mania