Master P, Rick Ross - Two Three lyrics

I ball like I'm two-three
Bitch I hustle like I'm two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me?
I ball like I'm two-three
Nigga hustle like two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me?

Michael Jordan of the street shit
So hard, showed you niggas how to eat, bitch
Twenty-three on my muthafuckin' pinky finger
Twenty-three million on the mansion
What you thinkin'?
Pussy nigga, you gon' stop me?
Fake nigga ain't make me
Twenty-three years old when I got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, on my fuckin' chain
Twenty-three on muthafuckin' Forbes, nigga
Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage, nigga

I ball like I'm two-three
Bitch I hustle like I'm two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me?
I ball like I'm two-three
Nigga hustle like two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me?

Drop from the line
My tongue hang out of my mouth
People rush in the trap
My niggas runnin' 'em out
My lil whoa wanna ball
He keep ski masking off cars
Holidays around the corner
Sold a fake key to his dawg
Heroin for the shooters
Niggas nodding and snoozin'
See me in that Mpisane
Bitch I knock out your noodle
Bought my whoa a Camaro
All my bitches Sahara
I got that make you disappear money
Abracadabra niggas up in the rafters
It's the Heat verse the Raptors
We sit with the owners
Yeah there go those rappers
I don't need no tickets
Trap jump like it's Blake Griffin
I'm worth fifty tickets
Pussy don't make no difference

I ball like I'm two-three
Bitch I hustle like I'm two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me?
I ball like I'm two-three
Nigga hustle like two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me?