Kane And Abel F Fiend Master P Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin` Lyrics

Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin` Lyrics

Master P] 

  

 Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper 

 when ya'll ready for that nigga, I got. 

  

 Huh nigga what? (You be coughing this shit up) 

 I'm just a nigga in the dope game 

 Tryin' to move cocaine 

 Herion and Weed 

 And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs 

  

 (Chorus) 

  

 Tell......Me 

 Huh nigga what? 

 I'm just a nigga in the dope game 

 Tryin' to move cocaine 

 Herion and weed 

 And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs 

  

  [Fiend] 

  

 Who was the first of the brothers 

 who said no bottle, because a 

 They crossed a bird 

 Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs 

 From the curb, I observe 

 Making tunes, I would be getting Benz and Jewels 

 You niggas give me room 

 Before I bring a lots of doom 

 I be soon to wearing time 

 17 and getting heavy 

 Seven fingers like off to find the relly 

 Oh my felly, my belly 

 Full of fast food 

 Cuz I know that cash rules my life 

 To like as twice as the nights 

 I'm living, Try my life 

 Fully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop busted 

 But I stick em' and break it off 

 So the rest won't test me 

 Luckily, Never sticking my business 

 Til' these hoes, And I give my friends living tears 

 Like my department store, C'mon 

 (Uhhhhhh) 

  

   (Chorus- 2x) 

  

   [ Kane and Abel ] 

  

 Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a key 

 Twenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me 

 I'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin' 

 Yeah this O.P. chuggin' 

 You can find me in the hood 

 Tryin' to slang something 

 I serve a million Fiends 

 For million dollar dreams 

 B.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I'm bout my cream 

 Thunder Weed and Sex 

 More crack than cracker jack 

 Silkk, 100-dollar, Tens 

 Please tell my friend he be right back 

 They say we hold it down 

 Like we paralized from the neck down 

 Slang from sun down to sun down 

 Smoking A  Pound 

  

  (Chorus-2x) 

  

  (M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin' 211 

   don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard) 

  

   [ Kane and Abel ] 

  

 This a kidnapp, Don't make it a killing 

 Put a game til' the game's over 

 Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing 

 To get paid with a gyps of AK's 

 If you looking for revenge, Better dig two graves 

 Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers 

 20 A grams, OZ's, To A balls to quaves 

 My hustle never stop, uh 

 Block to Block, Like a nigga sittin' on three keys 

 Till a rock to rock C'mon 

  

  (Chorus-4x) 

  

  [ Master P ] 

  

 Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master P 

 It ain't no limit nigga 

 Clean your dirty money out to good money 

 You heard, Tryin' to have a thang 

 From the motherfucking streets to the world 

 Real niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, Rowdy 

 Uhhhhhh