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Letra 'Playaz From The South'

(feat. Master P, Silkk the Shocker)

Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha

[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back
Lookin for action, retaliation, and reaction
That s where that shit at
Click clack that s that pistol
Bullets cuttin wind make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it s yo dismissal
Now this ll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin it down,
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn t cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it s time
To call the first family to handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on
I m so fo sure
That these G s goin fo , fo and blow for blow
It s Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know

[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G s
Flippin tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D s

[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I m bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I m rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin shit
I m bad, like Jason
Don t compare with them other niggas
Cause I ain t freebasin
Y all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo niggas in the game then a quarterback
I got them G s, them killers, them keys
I m fuckin doublin them D s
I m triplin them T s
Tryin to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I m from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin (Ballin )
Slangin that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin from the sirens
Don t know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin band I d be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin Calliope (Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don t give a fuck about a ho (Ho)
And niggas stuntin on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don t give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin tomorrow
And won t stop, send me to the pen
I won t stop til them motherfuckin Saints go marchin in

[Hook x4]

[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don t fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain t ask yo bitch ass to come
I m from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea
For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain t gonna fuckin change nigga
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin
Bitch ain t gon never gon die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn t surprised
Cause I ma be the man to stand, I m bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y all haven t heard
But y all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha boy if ya need me
And bitch I m out

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You d have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em from back to front
Cause I m Pimp C bitch, ain t no mistakin
Niggas tryin to get the cheese
But bitch I m gettin the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin down, nigga my heart be true
I m fuckin ya boo, I m bumpin that screw
Nigga what s up with you
I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin though
I represent my shit cause nigga I can t be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin
That we don t have a fuckin pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you bitches ain t heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I m down with drinkin Royal and the motherfuckin Plush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what s up

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin niggas in Texas
Know what I m talkin about
I know niggas be hollerin Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain t all about this rap boy
I m tellin you, I m tellin you, I told you
Comin down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy ha ha