Verse 1 (Master P)
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping