Whatever It Takes

20-2 Life

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Say, Black Nigga, what's up? Killah Ol' I wanna ask y'all niggas one question Nigga, what? Nigga, how 'bout it? I thought you knew, fool I know y'all hear Ha Master P in this bitch South Park All the way from the West Coast to South Park Houston, nigga I'm in here with 20 to Life I thought you knew We gonna do whatever the fuck it take to make it You know what I'm saying? Kick this shit From all the way down I'm A-C-dougie, now I'm back in that zone It's been two years since that nigga seen his home I'm stacking all them chips 'cause a nigga's stomach raw And I'm taxing all these years while I'm running from them laws And back street OGs on a motherfucking come-up Lord, Lord, please save me and po-po, po-po this world now So much, so much pain in this motherfucking world My baby mama tripping Just, just have a little bit of peace, peace, peace I know I can't hold, hold, hold A nigga's getting stole on, a killer's getting rolled in Put it, put up your guard for whatever it take Ching, ching, motherfucker, watch your punk ass fade Yeah, I, yeah, I gots to have it in that nine-five, five, five Stay strapped in the situation big, so I gotta be You got, you gotta feel me 'cause this stress is in you, in you While I'm serving up these fiends on this mean I'm, I'm doing crimes, got that bad on that water, water Gots to pimp a hustle from South Park to California Richmond, nigga Killah Ol', that nigga Black, and Master P We stacking cheese while we blowing on these Swisher s- e- e- e- ggs I mean, I'm down for whatever to make it And we is balling, you know what I'm saying? Ching, ching, motherfucker, you ain't 'bout it, don't fake it 'Cause I gotta break bread on the Southside And I gotta break bread on that Northside I'm down for whatever to make Ching, ching, ching, motherfucker You ain't 'bout it, don't fake it Gotta, gotta break bread South, Southside Gotta, gotta break bread North, Northside It's the, it's the Ice, Ice Cream Man, the number deuce Pocket, pocket full of lint, so it's time to sell some juice I dig snacks, snacks, send the scale at it, at it Two strikes, record, record deal, deal having, having Don't take credit, credit 'cause I'm all for a come-up Keep niggas out my business so them laws don't run up But I gots to maintain in this game if I'm gon' be a Three weeks, three quarter ki, three Gs and my thrill Co-co-cocaine, now I feel got a, got a cot Shortage in the game, but I'm down 'til I die Me, me doing thangs, caught up, caught up in the struggle It would, it would miss you when you down to, down to hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle in the tussle if my ends ain't right Watch my back for the jack 'cause these niggas be spies I bites the, bites the beat up off In this game, that's assault Slip, slip, then I'll fall to this world I belong And what's it call? 24 More months stuck up in the hole? I'm all wrong with these streets, it's all, all Rollin' with true hustlers, stayin' clear of all fakes In pursuit of paper chase for whatever it takes And I'm down for, for whatever, to make it Ching, ching, motherfucker, you ain't 'bout it, don't fake it 'Cause I gotta break bread on the Southside And I gotta break bread North, Northside I'm down for whatever to make, ching, ching, ching, motherfucker You ain't 'bout it, don't fake it 'Cause I gotta break bread South, Southside And I gotta break bread North, Northside You know what I'm, know what I'm saying? About to open up ghetto shop Sipping on syrup Smoking that, smoking that Swisher sweet 20-20 Pounds Master P On this, on this shit Major factors in this shit, you know what I'm saying? Looking at O's, showing y'all niggas that There ain't no missing them Q's-Q's Bitch, whatever it take to make it, that's what we gotta do That's what, that's what being 'bout it Is all about, I'm saying, I'm saying And all you player haters ain't getting nothing But that fo'-fo' to the dome, the dome, bitch Watch yourself Watch, watch your back 'cause player hate Player hating on niggas like us re- real niggas? You gonna come up fizzall I mean, seashells, nigga Floating down fucking, fucking Mississippi River, you know what I'm saying? Motherfuckers with their fucking brains hanging Can't stop niggas from making it 'cause we major players, bitch Out of 5... Nah, bitch Out of 6000, you know what I'm saying? 96 Shots See ya