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[Master P] My potna gave me $50, put me in the game, I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters, I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla! Pushin in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat new kid on the block 36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga, Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas. Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work, Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets