Ghetto 211 lyrics

[Master P]
We ain't got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthaf*ckin police ain't give a f*ck
n*ggas robbin n*ggas in the ghetto...
Armed robbery

[Silkk the Shocker]
I got twin Glock like Tamira and Tia
n*gga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C
When you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got n*ggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
It's like here, n*gga hop, n*gga clips... to the Glock
I hits yo' block an watch his sh*t every stop (It don't stop)
b*tches be like aw, off of some dumb sh*t, I runs this
n*gga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of n*ggas
That be down to ride on yo' set
n*ggas be trippin, c*ck the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, n*gga no dice, I time the blast
I smash, I'm up in your house
Chorus:
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
If I murder another ghetto n*gga
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
If I murder another ghetto n*gga

[Silkk the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P would you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
If the n*gga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the b*tch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that n*gga wit 21
(Master P: f*ck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: f*ck it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these n*ggas like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
Be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: n*gga f*ck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
n*ggas get dealed with, n*gga hook 'em
How you gon' f*ck wit n*ggas we real black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
An that's how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
Chorus

[Master P]
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muthaf*ckin first of the month
It's yo' last day
See I be jackin, my n*gga Silkk be packin
I be puttin n*ggas in body bags, b*tch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this sh*t, this is the real sh*t
f*ck what you heard cuz, n*gga, I'm ready to kill a b*tch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, b*tches in the body bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthaf*cka, this ain't no funny farm
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin n*ggas in muthaf*ckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block
It's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
n*ggas killin for that white snow, an yo' b*tch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no b*tch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my di*k (Damn)
Y'all n*ggas mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side

Chorus
[Master P]
Y'all n*ggas better wake-up an smell the muthaf*ckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all n*ggas but I'm tellin y'all n*ggas
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
n*gga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthaf*ckin hizeart
n*gga live an eye for an eye, you f*ck me, we gotta f*ck you
An like my n*gga Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
But that's what I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, n*gga, do what you gotta do
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a f*ck if we kill each other, n*gga
Y'all think about it