Lyrics Pimps, Players Hustlers - Luniz
Nigga,
what's
hap'nin?
Who
we
got
in
here?
Nigga,
ain't
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
-Fever,
check
it
out.
Pimps,
playas,
hustlas,
ballas,
shot
callas,
all
of
us.
T
for
tech
out
to
get
the
scratch,
it
ain't
easy,
bitch
believe
me.
Pimps,
playas,
hustlas,
ballas,
shot
callas,
all
of
us.
T
for
tech
out
to
get
the
scratch,
it
ain't
nuthin
nice,
Yukmouth
let
me
hear
ya.
Well
it's
the
one
of
the
mill
nigga
The
Vill
niggaz,
that
spill
niggaz
guts
to
the
fullest
Fill
niggaz
up
wit
bullets
Kill
niggaz,
Yuk
don't
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
it's
the
wig
split
Come
wit
big
shit
fo
the
-Feva-roo
Cuz
ya
fuckin
either
two
Of
yo
baby
ma'mas
Got
em
on
camera
Doin
a
tootsie
roll
wit
a
hammer
up
her
coochie
hole,
an
a
up
her
Bootsy
hole
Fo
sho,
I
pimp
nights
like
Gladis
Niggaz
better
knock
on
wood
like
havock,
when
I'm
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
I'm
broke,
sometimes
I'm
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
cuz
I'm
OG
like
Ice-T
Ya
dig?
Smoke
hoes,
an
coke
hoes,
are
sumpthin
like
the
same
One
fo
the
white
dope,
one
fo
the
nigga
that's
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
-duce,
produce,
cuz
the
zues
was
pissed
off
I'm
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?
It's
-hundred
for
the
straight
laced
triple
gold,
wit
the
vogues
That's
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
That's
why
I,
keep
my
bitch
business
in
the
cut
That
way
I
gets
yo
skrilla,
plus
I
get
to
fuck,
Cuz
we.
I'm
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
what's
up?
Nigga
who
you
tellin,
that
life
always
been
tough
Nigga
I
had
it
rough
An
nigga
it
ain't
no
bluff
An
potna
I
had
my
own
mama
sufferin,
that's
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,
I'm
out
the
door
Ready
to
bubble
I
turned
into
a
balla,
shot
calla
Two
for
twamp
With
in
a
year
I'm
back
on
the
spot
Zippas
in
zipper,
I'm
ready
to
hit
some
fences,
it's
so
wicked
Bitch
you
jack
rabbit
call
me
Bugsy
Four-four
up
in
the
Paddy
wagon,
to
break
my
niggaz
love
me
An
I'll
be
sure
the
next
time
niggaz
see
me
I'll
be
high
Do
or
die,
throwin
up
the,
in
the
th
lane
right
Side,
I'm
watchin
the
rearview
juss
for
po-po's
I
swerve
to
the
curb,
about
an
you
know
that
I
straight
broke
that
Hoe.
Fa
sho.
G-A
fo
checks
Pimp
bitches
fo
sex,
might
as
well
go
all
out
an
pimp
the
whole
block
Wit
techs
Niggaz
on
this,
on
the
move
in
many
Plenty
taken,
playa
hatin,
Caddy's
That
ain't
my
thang
ruger
It's
good
to
roll
skrill
that's
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
That's
why
I
shitted
on
raps
fo
luck
I'm
like
what
ever
it
takes
to
make
a
buck
Could
never
be
stuck
I'm
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
y'all
We
all.
Pimps,
playas,
hustlas,
ballas,
shot
callas,
all
of
us.
T
for
tech
gettin
major
scratch,
it
ain't
easy,
bitch
believe
me.
Pimps,
playas,
hustlas,
ballas,
shot
callas,
all
of
us.
T
for
tech
tryin
to
get
the
scratch,
it
ain't
easy,
bitch
believe
me.
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