me hear you just keep on callin' Keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin
hear you just keep on callin' Keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin
to plug him in and put him on this conference call... "Real niggas unite, fuck the lame We goin leave these suckas out and pour em to a slay Mash on these
cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, call
All the five quarters, headline supporters, Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order [P-Diddy] Ayo, call
nigga I pimp a slut on the cut Man I got great pass and struts, pull up in a brand new Lexus truck With Screw eating on barbecue, like Master P say Hoody
hatin but we still kick it Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on
military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on
Check Me Out) [Big Ken:] Pistol Pistol, my pistol stay cocked M-O-B-B bitch we on TOP ask bout my block that bitch is on lock where them niggaz keep
it on the West and yes I know you mutha fuckas heard about us cuz we was all on the news fo Mobb-Style murders I crack a fool on top of his head wit
[Jungle's Verse] Yo It's Jungle from the braveharts for all y'all dummies I'm a be the first black face on money Beleive it I bust guns by any means
matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep
this, move O's of that Move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at Bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength When the beat pop off no controlling that You wan' call the cops Run call
talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep
Yorker Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me I get a left
fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious
cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust
com Intro: (Tyron) Come on girl, P. and C.. Sinners doin' the track.. Long as you thuggin'.. We got you Chorus: Tyron (Master P) Girl (Keep it thuggin