(feat. Rich Kid)

[Master P: talking]

G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up

And let's get $#&@ed up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this mother$#&@in' green, this %#@! stank man

Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit a lil')

Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' %#@!, tryin' to get this rap %#@! off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up)

(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)


[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the (*##$es off

With the clean purple back and the real gold plates
And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my %#@! straight dropped

I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns

If a sucker talk %#@! I fill his $$# with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed
Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness

If you think a folk then handle ya business
But just remember that you can be handled
With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled

To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kill
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked

Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of lead
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead

Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest


[Master P talking]
Yeah Rich man that's cool but pass the dank man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Swwwww [* Coughs *] Whoa, pass it (Oh %#@!)
Hold a kid, cut the music off


[Music stops]
[Different beat starts]


[Master P]
Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends

They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out hood

Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to slang and game to get hoes
50 would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys

I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid (*##$es
Out by the bus stop hounded for a ^!$$%'s riches

I just $#&@ em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway
She never had nothin' and probably never will

Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kill
But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya $$#


[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack

5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your $$#
All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your $$#


[Master P]
There was a day my ^!$$% Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they will never realize
My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's kill or be killed

Pull out the chopper mother$#&@er watch the blood spill
Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother sellin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the (*##$ is always trippin'

In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid
Them mother$#&@ers low down, damn how could ya do it nig
So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile
But move ya (*##$ down cause (*##$es they go a hundred miles


[Hook x2]

Watch your $$# [x5]

[Master P talking with hook in background]


[Hook x2]