Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Ghetto 211 lyrics

We ain't got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a
Crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck
Niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto
Armed robbery

I got twin Glock like Tamira and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex
An you'll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C
When you see me bow down
Address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin
Off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to puch out
I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do
Because like times hard
It's like here, nigga hop


Nigga clips to the Glock
I hit's yo' block an watch
His shit every stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit
I runs this nigga T-R-U's my click when I
Come thick I cruise wit
(TRU) a gang of niggas
That be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck
An we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice
I time the blast
I smash, I'm up in your house

Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga

Taz tries to hit but I be
Back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's
Choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since
Billy an Jessie James p would you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
If the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom)
Hit's them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the bitch
Like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these
Niggas like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
Be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: Nigga fuck it
Get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em
How you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
An that's how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from
Down South to the Wessyde)

Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga

1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muthafuckin
First of the month it's yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch
I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit
This is the real shit
Fuck what you heard cuz, nigga
I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass
Lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla
Bitches in the body bag
It's time to spray ya
Spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka
This ain't no funny farm
Down South they jackin, robbed
An they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks
Of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block
It's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
Niggas killin for that white snow
An yo' bitch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass
An she'll suck my dick (Damn)
Y'all niggas mad cuz I'm famous
It's time to ride it's time to ride
Ain't no love on the South Side

Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa
Who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga

Y'all niggas better wake-up an
Smell the muthafuckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all
Niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
Cuz in the ghetto everybody
Lives like John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort
Teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me
We gotta fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said
It's time to ride i ain't got no money
I might just pull a jack
But that's what I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga
Do what you gotta do
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other
Nigga y'all think about it