Meal Ticket (Feat. Master P & 8-Ball & Mjg)

[Master P]

My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,

I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane

Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,

I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!

Pushin in weight, from state to state,

Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.

Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"

I said what's really happenin, he said, "I

gotta pocket full of stones!"

Now P be dat new kid on the block

36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop

And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,

Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.

Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,

Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks

Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage

peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage

Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin

Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin

Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet

Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets

?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,

Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin

Label me an alien, just like Outkast

Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast

Cause I'm bout it, ya'll know I'm rowdy,

Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it

Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG

Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets