Master P – Meal Ticket

Lyrics : My potna gave me fifty dollar, put me in the game I been slangin’ weed then I moved up to cane Pushin’ dem bouldas, slangin’ dem quarters I got ’em 2 for 3, God dammit, I’m a balla Pushin’ in weight from state to state Niggaz ridin’ dirty on my mobile phone, it’s UGK Pimp C said, “P, what’s really goin’ on?” I said, “What’s really happenin?” He said, “I gotta pocket full of stones” Now P, be dat new kid on the block 36 OZ’s choppin’ up rocks in my rock shop And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y’all thug niggas Playaz hookin’ up, tryin’ to make work Sendin’ work from FedEx to UPS trucks Now P livin’ lavish, caviar and cabbage Peppers and beans and grits and cabbage Down south hustlin’, ballin’, slangin’ Niggaz teamin’ up, some niggaz gang bangin’ Used to drink 40s, now it’s mo whet Used to roll cutlass, now it’s Benz’s and vets Beckett on my fingaz, Rolex watches Hoes on the block, bounce that ass, I mean pussy poppin’ Label me an alien, just like Outkast ‘Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast ‘Cause I’m ’bout it, y’all know I’m rowdy Ask Big Mo and John Henry if y’all doubt it Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG ‘Cause we tryin’ to get a meal ticket from these streets Tryin’ to get a meal ticket(x8) 8-ball and MJG, south side representin’ A nigga came to mention these hoes can’t touch my pimpin’ Mobbin’ through the swamp, P and me and G and UGK Somethin’ that a muthafucka fuck, what these hoes say
Video Rating: 5 / 5

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