Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E-40: Oooo! Huh? P whatﾃや�冱 up boy?
MP: Whatﾃや�冱 up 40 boy?
E-40: Talk to me weepilation.
MP: Dey donﾃや�冲 know we been doinﾃや�� dis.
E-40: Last Deezy, Last Don.
MP: Bay Area playa nigga.
E-40: This E-Feezy Fonzareezy, your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day
erﾃや�凉time. Like dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don, Charlie Hustle. Check it out.

E-40:
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballinﾃや�� and Bay stranglinﾃや�� and hustlinﾃや��
Morning, night, day in Nﾃや�儖rleans
And dang near fallinﾃや�� asleep on the freeway
Bobbinﾃや�� and weavinﾃや�� and ditchinﾃや�� and dodginﾃや�� po-po, penelope force
Tryinﾃや�� to convince ﾃや�脇m that me and the dope game wasnﾃや�冲 gettin along any how
We had been went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makinﾃや�� a dash
ﾃや�弑h, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppinﾃや�� fool
That other shit was coolﾃや��

(Chorus)
E-40:
Get your money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get paid
Get your mail man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your mail
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your snaps man, get paid

Mater P:
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gﾃや�冱
Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game wonﾃや�冲 change, these niggas canﾃや�冲 fade me
Mama still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch witﾃや�� tech nines and ﾃや�徑emon headsﾃや��
And all I want be is a soldier
Cause Iﾃや�冦 tired of runninﾃや�� from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey canﾃや�冲 hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still blowinﾃや�� doja
Keep my composure when times hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run witﾃや�� the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas
And push 600 witﾃや�� a bulletproof
The ghetto Bill Gates
The only president witﾃや�� a gold tooth

(Chorus)

E-40:
Uh, n-neva let your guards down
Always play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn shoﾃや�� try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence this
Paint a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict what I was about to say
Within the next couple of sentences
Technically impossible
To hard to call
See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, knockinﾃや�� niggas out (knockinﾃや�� niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what Iﾃや�冦 about

Master P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped
Nigga tired of hanginﾃや�� in the ghetto takinﾃや�� food stamps
Cause this street life got me crazy
But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby
And only God can take me
And ainﾃや�冲 no nigga in this hood gone play me
So when I ball Iﾃや�冦 a ball ﾃや��til I fizall
And when Iﾃや�冦 gone put my name on the wizall

(Chorus)

[Ad-libs until end