[Hook - 2x]   It's a drought, but we got dope   We got dope, we got dope   It's a drought, but we got dope   Then it's gon cost you mo'      [Master P]   First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope   And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope   This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface   So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake   C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name   And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs   I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue   How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you   We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching   This ain't baseball, so stop pitching   And making collect calls, to the police   Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me   I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor   But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters   But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat   We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'   And I don't know, what they told you boy   I got that A1, whole baking soda boy   You could add the B12, put it in a bag   Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast      [Hook - 2x]      [Desperado]   I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay   Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe   So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks   I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6      [Yukon]   You think quick, when there's money on the line   That's when I come through, and get em every time   Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw   And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine      [Desperado]   You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure   My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more   How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off   Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's      [Yukon]   The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars   It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge   We got work man, tell me what you want   Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month   Put the pieces in place      [Desperado]   Then we find the yay      [Yukon]   No shorts on the strip      [Desperado]   All the money be straight      [Yukon]   Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late      [Desperado]   Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait      [Hook - 2x]      [Master P]   Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block   Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop   Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game   'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang   And if you make it to money, get your life straight   Find another way out, before it's too late   Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood   It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good   And these cats, be barking   Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking      [talking]   You heard me, fuck   Get against the car