Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin'

[ master p]

Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper

When y'all ready for that nigga, i got.

Huh nigga what? (you be coughing this shit up)

I'm just a nigga in the dope game

Tryin' to move cocaine

Herion and weed

And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs

Chorus

Tell... me

Huh nigga what?

I'm just a nigga in the dope game

Tryin' to move cocaine

Herion and weed

And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs

[fiend]

Who was the first of the brothers

Who said no bottle, because a

They crossed a bird

Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs

From the curb, i observe

Making tunes, i would be getting benz and jewels

You niggas give me room

Before i bring a lots of doom

I be soon to wearing time

17 and getting heavy

Seven fingers like off to find the relly

Oh my felly, my belly

Full of fast food

Cuz i know that cash rules my life

To like as twice as the nights

I'm living, try my life

Fully rusted, is a chance to get a cop busted

But i stick em' and break it off

So the rest won't test me

Luckily, never sticking my business

Til' these hoes, and i give my friends living tears

Like my department store, c'mon

(uhhhhhh)

Chorus- 2x

[ kane and abel ]

Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key

Twenty-bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me

I'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin'

Yeah this o.p. chuggin'

You can find me in the hood

Tryin' to slang something

I serve a million fiends

For million dollar dreams

B.b.s. stretch lex, bitch i'm bout my cream

Thunder weed and sex

More crack than cracker jack

Silkk, 100-dollar, tens

Please tell my friend he be right back

They say we hold it down

Like we paralized from the neck down

Slang from sun down to sun down

Smoking a pound

Chorus-2x

(m.p.- uhhh nigga this a muthafuckin' 211

Don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)

[ kane and abel ]

This a kidnapp, don't make it a killing

Put a game til' the game's over

Soldier, ready and willing, i be letting dissing

To get paid with a gyps of ak's

If you looking for revenge, better dig two graves

Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers

20 a grams, oz's, to a balls to quaves

My hustle never stop, uh

Block to block, like a nigga sittin' on three keys

Till a rock to rock c'mon

Chorus-4x

[ master p ]

Kane and abel, fiend, master p

It ain't no limit nigga

Clean your dirty money out to good money

You heard, tryin' to have a thang

From the motherfucking streets to the world

Real niggas take heat, bout it, bout it, rowdy, rowdy

Uhhhhhh