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 APound



(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