United States of America, nigga Land of the free Nigga what you'd do for your country? You know what I'd do for mine? Everything but go to war, nigga Yeah, I'm into it with niggas right around the corner from me I ain't gotta go out the motherf-cking country to shoot them choppers nigga Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up Stop the beat let's get something understood, I stay G'd up Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OG's rep Hoover All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up Little bad b!tch got no aim, she must work at Hooters Remember being in New York when the towers blew up Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up Niggas getting little money, when you gon' grow up? Louis from the toe up, street nigga, so what? Louis XIII and I just tell them b!tches poor up Work Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla Pounds of magic green and thirty bricks inside a Honda He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers That's my mans he plug me he gon' get me through the summer He don't know my name, him there just a runner He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder Land of the free, run up if you wanna Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer Red, white, and blue, I'm no politician But I live in a white house so I feel presidential I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler Work Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute

Cannon, cannon They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga) Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy) Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude I don't gotta tell (tell) Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen) I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home) Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back

Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you nigga know so Aye yayo Yea I just said yayo, taste just like candy cane but whiter then dat pure snow And why you trying to play me and you know you selling wappo When you with the boss, then I got to say so, aye oh no, hit these licks like oh no Counting all this mula paper you can call it mucho, cause I be rockin all this paper Moving with like macho, I be eatin nachos, cheese, guapo aye vato, holla at amigo And he gone get them bricks and wrap them tighter then burritos, I let him know I need it for the low and need it pronto, he gone ship them off (psh) torpedo Aye Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Aye Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Yayo All I know is yayo Trapping doing good, I'm serving junkies out the peep hole Laws oh no Serve you that's a no go But since you niggas actors I might shoot like sum bureau I got killas on my payroll, no sleep, I'm on no doors On my paul wall shit, I'm tipppin with that.44 Mista thousand eight grams Mista prices they to high for me I love all my young niggas I know they die for me Bang Bust five for me Cocaine in my county Kush truck that loud weed I don't smoke Blow pound for me Yayo Car white like mayo Seat white like whip cream Rims look like marshmallows Yay Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so Yayo All I know is yayo, Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode And if you try to rob me, swear the God that be a no-no Sauced up and I'm loco and you niggas know so All I know is yayo All I know is yayo All I know is yayo Yayo

When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo My girl Enkei, Sprewell Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos And my girl Asanti I need dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows Dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows I see it I buy it, you need it I got it I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin Orleans I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen Xzibit in the game but he can't "Pimp My Ride" I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside Them Lambord golds 50 talkin about I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters 27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark Put light on my rims for at night when they walk Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know whassup I need dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows Dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car show From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win When they see me on TV say he did it again From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin outta control From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six golds But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean Asanti rims, that really bling bling And girls trip when they get in the ride I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin man? Shorty wanna roll cause I'm on them twankies man I need dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows Dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car show Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean Nicknamed my rims Demi cause they older than me At the age of 15 man, doin big thangs man Don't hate dawg, cause you ain't me man Some say I'm ballin cause my chrome stay crawlin Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin Never get hongry cause I keep them deep dishes The peoples just ahhh, then they take pictures My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight White gold and purple just like them old days Now it's kinda crazy cause Mercedes get me jealous Range want Asanti's, but they can't have it All for Lexus, my baby, my boo If I ever need help I just scream HOOTIE HOO My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers The ones on my feet and the ones on my Beemer I need dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows Dubs, when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs I need dubs, 22's, 24's Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car show

Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Nigga, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer M Y S T I-kal it's the man right chea I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the Apollo I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald's Bitch I'm the line through the T and the dot on the I I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry I'm the lightning in bad weather I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat I'm that 20, 000 dollar a pop every stop when I'm tourin' I'm that fire, on that last verse of Make 'em say uhh I ain't that same ol' same ordinary, everyday rapper Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I'm that bastard Where the hot boys at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot girls at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot boys at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot girls at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin' I'm the fifty brass knuckles that's goin' hit your chin All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap I'm the loud hard, on the rat trap I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva I'm the lady on report card day, I'm Mama Mia Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where they at, where they at I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin' to holler at I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée The reason why she didn't marry ya I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone Answer wrong, 'coz I'm the little brother of the last don Can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it ain't nothin but a 504 Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that's me Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back When the live brown hit the chamber, I'm the click clack When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap The nigga that fucked all the hoes I'll be trying to mack I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat I'm the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Where the real bitches at Where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where the hot girls at I'm the balls on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank Nigga, I'm the M in fuckin' mob I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob I'm the super in dome, I'm the C in chrome I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug dealer I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the Nike's on your feet I'm the nigga that moan when he rap I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don And I'm a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain't no more time

Master P (Mercedes) talking: Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (Look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money) What? (I'm telling you, you need to change your life) Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us? (Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying) Man you aint gotta worry about that Oh you think your better than me now? I'm outta here girl. Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you And I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 1 (Mercedes) I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together You know you made me have this funny feelings, I guess I just love bein a thugged You know how to push me down and take it from me Show me that real type of love Verse 2 (Master P) Ugh The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you, I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you, I live my life for you, so crazy about you Just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you I would be the best for you, complete any task for you Any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you So please never leave me cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you And I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 3 (Mercedes) Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds? And I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed My people tell me your not worth it, but its so hard to explain And just the thought of you on top, Makes my nature hot, i dont want no other man Verse 4 (Ms. Peaches) Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you? Who counted all the figures for you? Continued the buisness for you? Who ran away them niggas for you? It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife? That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please never leave Cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you And I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 5 (Mercedes): I'm going crazy, about my baby No one could ever take your place With all the memories that we shared, nothing else can compare So I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside, I know that I can't hide Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you And I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you And I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you