Master P:   our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?   ha ha (hootie hoo)      Chorus (2x):    where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi)   Im in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard      We drive Excursions with TV's   Bubble eye humvees   A mouth full of gold teeth   and i represent that CP3   Where my niggaz on the block boy   Open up shop boy   and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy   Gimme some money, dollars   and imma give you 400 back   Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack   Im tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke   Thats why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store      Chorus (2x)      Magic:   (Where you at whodi?)   Im ova here shaggy   Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi   Bitches will love to have me, because im livin lavish   Ill take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy   Im downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude   Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads   Im on the scene full of Henny   New Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a fuckin penny   I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal...      Mystikal   ...And im from the 12th, i run by myself   and if you cant tell, im bad for your health   Bitch im the man, keep up if you can   Yall niggaz cant stand it   When i come with them uptown niggaz    from the 504 with a gun in both hands   Im the tracks, im the wheel on the tanks   I live on the bill in the banks   I come in and do my thang    Where the muthafucka that think im playin?      Chorus (2x)      Mr. Marcello:   Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it   If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it   Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks   Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks   Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks   Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked   Im a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga   Try to download the spot 'cause willow was hot nigga         Silkk:   When i come through i come through wild   come through foul, come through loud   Run through the crowd, run 2000   Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style   >From the front to the rear whodi, its No Limit year whodi   (Yo Silkk where you at?)   Im in this No Limit gear whodi      Chorus (2x)      C-Murder:   Where you at?    Im over here, in the project on the block   Im C-Murder, im bout dat drama nigga   Fuck you and your mamma    Incarcerate me if you could    But you gotta find me in the hood   Im foreva gettin blunted    Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin   Never runnin from them bitches   Dumpin fools up in ditches   And snitches, i give em muthafuckin stitches   Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade   Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave   Check your rearview, lock them doors   Beat your hoes and cock ya shit   Count your money by the bit    and get tru niggaz in your click   N-O, L-I, M-I to the T   is just a bunch of crazy muthafuckas just like me      Chorus (4x)      Wild Wayne talking until fade