*C Murder*   Down South huster slangin on dat corner stackin dividends   fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend   and won't hesitate to use my sawed off   I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off   c murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga   I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger   strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks   dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac   I'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.   murder is daily everybody packin heat bro   punk bitches can't survive when ya scary   everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary   Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe   at the fuckin club the jackers run the place   but I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson   I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances   cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it   a nigga aint' shit without his pockets   So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad   I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass   Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow   they find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow   so act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta   dat's how it is with dis down south hustler   *chorus*   Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,   Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,   Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,   Hustlin gots to stack my dividends   *Partners in Crime (P n C down here)*   Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends   hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends   Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P   flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali   dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre   but I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way   dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits   fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach   Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive   if you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride   never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips   but if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip   skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.   deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes   Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck   leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin   ain't hard to see where I'm commin from   cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done   commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task   only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past   nigga need skills just to play up in dis game   for the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name   so peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas   and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin   *chorus*   *Master P*   Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind   got to feed the family chased by the one- time   but dem laws couldn't mace me   it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase P   where should I go where should I go   I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store   changed my t-shirt fled out the back door   2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope   cause its an everyday thang where I hang at   3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat   where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll   dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro   and the game get deep down south   cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth   Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah   gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay   yo G man it's everyday   drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas   delta 88 gold thangs and zags   but we dont' flip flop   we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block   From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)   fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler   *chorus*   *after the same chorus a different one just right here*   Hustlin because I gots nowhere to go   Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe   Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow   Hustlin commin straight from the N.O.