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Song title: Luniz - Pimps, Playas Hustlas

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*(yukmouth & knumskull talking)*

Nigga, whats hapnin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, aint this the last album.
Fuck that. we got richie rich, dru down, (you know!) yukmouth,
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. fo the 9-fever, check it out.

*(chorus- yuk & richie)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint nuthin nice, yukmouth let me
Hear ya.

Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*

Well its the one of the mill nigga
The vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest
Fill niggaz up wit bullets
Kill niggaz, yuk dont bullshit
An I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
When its the wig split
Come wit big shit fo the 9-feva-roo
Cuz ya fuckin either two
Of yo baby mamas
Got em on camera
Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
Bootsy hole
Fo sho, I pimp nights like gladis
Niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when Im in yo hood wit an
Automatic
So crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
Then a see-saw
Sometimes I feel like Im broke, sometimes Im shot calla
Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like pala
Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then spike lee
Might be off the 40 cuz Im og like ice-t
Ya dig?

Verse 2 *(richie rich)*

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same
One fo the white dope, one fo the nigga thats in the game
Now I know bitches that say richard, do what ya wanna
But like old vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
My 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off
Im still gettin zips off
Niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off
Until they told me, it was knumskull, yuk an dru
Now what you wanna do?
Its 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
Thats what they cost in the store, yeah
An you can reach, but you can not touch
Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?
If you scared go to church, I know it hurts
To find out, she works for me
Brought me that jeep
Thats why i, keep my bitch business in the cut
That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck,
Cuz we.

*(chorus)*

Verse 3 *(dru down

Im steadily stackin up on the green
Ballas will use the triple beam
Shot calla use they words
Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served
Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
Doe is what I love, so whats up?
Nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough
Nigga I had it rough
An nigga it aint no bluff
An potna I had my own mama sufferin, thats sumpthin
Yeah okay
I turned straight into a hustla
Crap on bustas
Skrilla fo reala from them suckas
I gave my mama half, me half, Im out the door
Ready to bubble
I turned into a balla, shot calla
Two for twamp
With in a year Im back on the spot
Zippas in zipper, Im ready to hit some fences, its so wicked
Bitch you jack rabbit call me bugsy
Four-four up in the paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me
An Ill be sure the next time niggaz see me Ill be high
Do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right
Side, Im watchin the rearview juss for po-pos
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that
Hoe.

Verse 4 *(knumskull)*

Fa sho. g-a fo checks
Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block
Wit 4 techs
Niggaz on this, on the move in many
Plenty taken, playa hatin, caddys
That aint my thang ruger
Its good to roll skrill thats the best thang
My s-s-i check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,
An issued this game
My buddies, who ever can better my operation stackola
Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola
Homies wanna be down rollin big stacks
You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack
So sick wid it
Thats why I shitted on raps fo luck
Im like what ever it takes to make a buck
Could never be stuck
Im facin a life of brokeness already
Fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game
Blame no nigga fo my down fall
But pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around yall
We all.

*(chorus)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech gettin major scratch, it aint easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it aint easy, bitch believe me.

*(talking in the background)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.

Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! ahaha.