Ain't no block too hot   Me and my niggas bout to open up shop   Hot boy nigga grab the glock   So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks   Ain't no block too hot   Me and my niggas bout to open up shop   Hot boy nigga grab the glock   So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks      Master P:   Every bag of that raw   We hustle in the park   From dusk to dawn nigga   From dawn to dark    Now if you tweakin, boy   You better be creepin   But if you beefin, nigga   You bout to be sleepin   Me and my dogs    We don't fuck with you cats   Go to the pen   Don't fuck with no rats   See this shit is real   I sleep with one eye open   See in the ghetto   Niggas gotta be pistol totin   A thousand fuckin' grams   That's what I'm workin' with   Come short on the D   You know what you twerkin' wit   It's murder   187   I represent the third ward   We tote mac 11's   If I die, write my name in the sky   My niggas bust yo' ass   Yall gon' know why (baby)      Chorus:   Roll roll roll ya dough   Up and down the street   On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money   Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)   (repeat)      Krazy:   It's a problem   I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya   ??? gon' come get ya   Chopper split ya   A young soldier   Plottin' to rule the world with riches   Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches   Run the block all week   Trying to dodge the cops   Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops   My niggas wearin wires   Feds tappin' my phone   Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone   Told my dog believe you we can rule the world   He didn't listen   He'd rather stuff his nose with furl   They found him dead in the project   Brains on the ground   When you a fiend   That's the way the game go down      Chorus      Mystikal:   I'm from the ? chopper too!   Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!   Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!   That nigga chokin!   Motherfucker coughin' up blood   Well fuck the ?????   You don't want that drama to come to you!   Yo' mama to come do you!   'cause HOT IRON will run ya through ya!   You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cause you'll catch a contact   If you ain't got beef wit a nigga   Don't be 'round beef   You won't be on yo' back      Silkk:   Oh it ain't my fault   We'll dead these niggas   Can't move we infrared these niggas   We'll do these niggas   Black proof these niggas   Close casket these boys   Black suit these niggas   We'll blast these niggas   Walk past these niggas   And ride on these bustas   Just keep mashin these niggas   And after we do it   We'll toss the tec   And ghetto   Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set   You ain't gotta ask who's hot   Who's on top   I gotta question to ask yall foreal   Tru or not   If I got two guns   I'm sure one gon' bust   If I got two niggas wildin' out   When I bust, one gon' duck   The one that's wildin' the most   That's the one I'ma bust   He still trippin' after that   I'ma give him two 'cause he don't think one was enough      Chorus