Lyrics Ghetto 211 (feat. Master P) - Silkk The Shocker, Master P

Ghetto 211 (feat. Master P)

We ain’t got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain’t give a fuck
Niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto…
Armed robbery
I got twin Glock like Tamira and Tia
Nigga 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 niggas 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, nigga hop, nigga clips… to the Glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don’t stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
That be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G’s, nigga no dice, I time the blast
I smash, I’m up in your house
'cause I’m a hustler, 'cause I’m a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
'cause I’m a hustler, 'cause I’m a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
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 nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I’ma hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, I’ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I’ma get the cream)
Ain’t no wrestlin but these niggas 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: Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em
How you gon' fuck wit niggas 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)
1, 2, 3, it’s yo' birthday
Ain’t no love on this muthafuckin first of the month
It’s yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain’t actin
It’s no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
Fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I’m ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it’s ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It’s time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain’t no love, murder muthafucka, this ain’t no funny farm
Down South they jackin, robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas 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
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
I don’t love no hoe don’t trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she’ll suck my dick (Damn)
Y’all niggas mad 'cause I’m famous, it’s time to ride
It’s time to ride, ain’t no love on the South Side
Y’all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I’m not tryin to preach to y’all niggas but I’m tellin y’all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my nigga 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, nigga, do what you gotta do
'cause we Bout It!
We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
Y’all think about it