How We Mobb

[Master P--Talking] Haha Ungh! Once a-muthafuckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk We gon' show y'all how we mobb No Limit for life, how we do this shit West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthafuckin hills Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better fuckin recognize [Master P] I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name I'm in it for the money, fuck these bitches an the fame Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways Like gold daytons rollin up the highway On my way to the town to take some cizash An if you shizort bitch you in the bizag I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence It's a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day Hit me on the door knob Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans An y'all foo's can't stop the real deal An when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill Cuz No Limit in this to win this An got a million soldiers ready to handle business [Chorus] 6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!) But we'll kill if we have to [Silkk the Shocker] Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today Cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea More mail than the post office These lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee Now stop, pause, take a look East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get fucked up Number one on Billboard, bitch, y'all niggas still tryin to come up Y'all niggas soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble Yo' girlfriend outta line, I'ma catch her like Columbo Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y'all niggas can't do me (Boo-yah, bad man) Y'all watch too many fuckin movies Chorus