Silkk the Shocker, Master P, JAY-Z - You Know What We Bout lyrics

(Master P) Yo Silkk (Silkk) What up?
(Master P) Tell Jigga we need 4 apples
2 bananas and 5 oranges (Silkk) You sure?
(Master P) Nigga
He know what I'm talkin 'bout
(Silkk) Aight, I'll get him on the phone
(Master P) From my block to yo block nigga
The world belongs to who?

The world belongs to us
You can do what you wanna do
What you gon do? Huh? What?
The streets belong to us
You can do what you wanna do
What you gon do? Huh? What?

Yo from the South to the East nigga
From the streets to the burbs
I fuck wit that when they talk
The speech just be slurred
You know me Mr got dough, Mr got flow
Couldn't figure our out which one
Wanted both of 'em so
Mr got both - if you hate me stop
If you jealous
Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P
Roc-A-Fella used to cop bricks for 30
Now I do nothin but sit back and drop hit's
Ya heard me? I ain't nothin but a thug that
Got rich ya heard me
Drop the top when it's hot
If not call Jay tell him blow the mall up and
Come and shop in jersey
You know what I did, you know how I come
You wouldn't even think about testin me dog
If you know what I done
Didn't change a bit, I'm still thuggish
Still thuggin
Niggas ask how much money I got do math
You know how to add I'm P little brother
Shit, I can't tell y'all nothin
I gotta show y'all real in this
I'm as real as it gets I told y'all
Yo I sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain
Would have knew about me but you don't
Cause know why
Cuase you was sleep when I came
But I'm here now, y'all suckas fear now
Look, plan on bein on top, don't stop
Plan on bein hot year round
I don't do it for no love
I do it for the thugs do it for my block
Do it for the VIP spots in the club
It's hard to stop this life like
It's hard to call cocked dice
We ain't nothin but some bout it
Bout it niggas
That live the "Hard Knock Life"

From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
We out the door, out the most
And the flow don't stop
You know what we do, you know what we 'bout
You know what we do, you know what we 'bout
From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
We out the door, out the most
And the flow don't stop
From the ghetto to the suburbs
From Marcy to the Third
You know what we do when we come thru
Ya heard?

In the South nigga
Deep in the four door, watchin' that O Dog
Or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off
Poppin my foes off, ain't nothin changed
Or catch me on the block with
Thugs knockin' them o's off
Baggin that 'dro nigga, stackin' that dough
Clappin' at foes and I'm laughin' at hoes
Holdin' them dice and I'm breakin'' yo bank
You see the shit Roc-A-Fella
Make wit' The Tank
Even without the airplay Platinum
Off of hearsay
"It's your year Jay!" Get off my dick
Been my year, you talkin' to a winner here
Iceberg winter's wear, linen chair
My style in fact, money ain't come from rap
And we can take it right back
If it comes to that
Block or Billboard, you gotta feel dog
I stay real y'all, that's how I kill y'all


I used to rap, now b ball's my life
Move that house on the lake
For the kids and wife
Check the bank account, it's seven figures
Who that Rolls in the video for
It's mines nigga
I got game, ask the players in the pro's
Who got shot, it ain't my fault
(ohhhh it ain't my fault) he owed me dough
Independent, black-owned, my world
My country no Limit and Roc-A-Fella run
This like drug money
So can I get a huh, huh? A what, what?
Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff
Puff from the South to the East baby, baby
A couple of unggggh's now they gotta pay me
And flip bricks with ghetto
Chicks with no dicks
And nine's with no clips and
Sides wit no chips
Come fast or slow, from cheddar to dough
Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z
The rowdiest niggas you know

Get ya money dog get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog get ya money y'all
Get ya, get ya money do get ya, get ya
From the South, to the Midwest
To the East, to the West whatever
Y'all get y'all money y'all
From my block to yo block, it just don't stop