Master P - Pockets Gone Stay Fat

Favor for favor we got this shit on lock
Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back
I go to church straped with a 45 glock
Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces
Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me

Hook 2X: Magic

[Verse Two: Master P]
Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together
Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and
I don't know why you hate me? Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately
Only real niggas stand on my block
and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock
Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with
Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with
These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
but if you fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right
Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently
but ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n

Hook 2X: Magic