Master P

Hell no, we ain't cuffin on no thot, bitch, boss up

Match my money and my fly, bitch, a big nigga

Quick on my feet and they don't like that, you niggas pussy

Pick up your hands, nigga fight back

I don't fuck with you niggas, we ain't cut from the same cloth

No loyalty, that boy got his own brother knocked off

Free ya bitch, the gang, I'mma rep it to the death of me

Berry B my name, too official, like a referee

We yanged out, free all my niggas coming home

East Oakland nigga, but I got hitters out in Tulsa too

I cut the bitch, man, I done had her, bruh that's old news