(feat. Jay-Z, Master P)    [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?    [Silkk the Shocker]  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 hits, 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  Niggaz 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 niggaz  that live the "Hard Knock Life"    [Chorus]  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 3rd  you know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?    [Jay-Z]  In the south nigga  Deep in the four door, watchin that old 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 the 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 heresay  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    [Chorus]    [Master P]  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 niggaz you know    [Chorus]    [Silkk]  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