Neighborhood Dopeman lyrics

(Master P talking)
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherf*cking mellow beats
For your ass

(Chorus - 2x)
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It's a risky business, selling that cocaine

(Master P)
Yo C man, tell them where you from

[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a n*gga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was f*cked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain't really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the n*gga with the big butt
I'm in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I'm selling twenties, sometimes I'm selling weight
I never gave a f*ck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it's like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don't play
Cause two oz's a day keep the f*cking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the f*cking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this f*cking game
Cause I'm the neighborhood dopeman
(Master P)
Ahh big timer, sh*t man if you that big man
Why don't you give your boy one ten tomorrow
Man I get my check in two days or something man
You know how it go

(Chorus)

[Master P]
Roll up on the set in the drop five
With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side
Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking sh*t
But if it ain't like that let me talk to this b*tch
b*tch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes
Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too
Pull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the b*tch
Took her behind the building, and P got his di*k licked
Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope
Told the b*tch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe
Call my boys up, I knew it was a drought man
But I ain't tripping cause at the house I got three ki's man
Serving them n*ggas on the set just like some dopefiends
I use to sell them for four but now I'm selling the b*tch for fifteen
And like Cube say, today'll be a good day
Now who the f*ck said crime don't f*cking pay
The name is P and you know I sell that cocaine
In other words I'm the neighborhood dopeman
(Chorus)

(talking)
Yo P man what's up man (what's happening)
You know them little young ass n*ggas man
They got me again man (oh man)
Seven n*ggas (I told you to come see me man)
Hanging out for you man
I couldn't wait though man (I hear you little daddy)
n*ggas came and got me with the motherf*cking, P.C. man
That motherf*cking (just holler at me later than youknowI'msaying)
Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know

(Chorus)

[Silkk]
Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go
A n*gga can't tell me sh*t, when it come to selling dope
I'm pushing 20's, 50's, hundreds, and slabs
And if that ain't enough I'm going back up to the lab
Fiends, b*tches, blowing up my pager
Them hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me later
Rolling six, and f*ck this in this cutlass busting tight ones
Doing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white ones
But, that's, the life I choose to live, fast
And when I'm dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dash
When I'm passing out this cocaine I stay strapped
Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman
(Chorus - 2x)

[Cali G]
I'm breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up
sh*t for my n*ggas, to serve to the dopefiends
Young n*gga getting rich, by 16 bezzels
Sitting tight plates and the paint's plates read my b*tch
n*gga, n*gga living top notch keep my finger
On the trigger case I have to unload the Glock
Cause the game is a mo'f*cker
Jealous ass n*ggas bust cause they trick ass suckers
And even hoes on the set up
Sell a n*gga for a note, now that's a dead motherf*cker
You can't trust a b*tch
Load up in this fifth that's why I deal with the bullsh*t
Cause sh*t is real and I will never change
Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman

(Master P & dopefiend talking)

(Chorus - 2x)