(More than a woman...) This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war Was able to maintain the struggle (More than a woman to me) Oh yeah
a woman (Holla when ya need me) More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me) More than a woman (Holla when ya need me) More than a woman to me (Holla
Every dollar bill's a fake talyte Every president will be cashilty And the sasha-nation it had to be My hustle game is like Master P's (UHHH) First I spit it's a
' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche I can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' it Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til
a wine and ah wiggle Two a dem a mob Bless, me itch up in a di middle yo Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle Dem nah go blow no man like flute nor
tuen his acts to green got a mean mug look with his lip turned up but they hand a spunk cause they stacking the bucks call him federal, sitting on a
cummin' You wasn't never fuckin' with G-Unit, quit frontin' For domination be Lisa Leslie, a big woman With a nine on the back, I'm gonna catch that bitch runnin' Shove a
we're all alone White divorced swinging male Seeks company to no avail Worthless ruthless toothless man Wants wealthy woman with a plan SWF with a PhD Seeks TLC at the A&P
can be a dope dealer, a sick lick hitter Big rap star or $5-ass nigga A killer with nothin to lose To a multi-millionnaire muthafucka shootin hoops And still be a
more of that flavor [LL] Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells
pocket is bad credit How can a man like me be walkin around in a world of misery? And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine Cause they be walkin
of the killaz in the town a niggaz know they call me Dru mutha fuckin Down so homie step back, this is a jack nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked
a fight with this white kid today at school. P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger. [Master P] I'm just a
matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P] My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me? My boonapalist -- every thug need one That's a woman
Chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master P) I sell
the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil
[Master P] - {repeat 3X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that
