Master P：Ughhh Ha ha

E 40：Oooo Huh P whats up boy

MP：Whats up 40 boy

E 40：Talk to me weepilation

MP：Dey don't know we been doin dis

E 40：Last Deezy Last Don

MP：Bay Area playa n***a

E 40：This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area

All day

Erytime 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 and Bay stranglin and hustlin

Morning night day in NOrleans

And dang near fallin asleep on the freeway

Bobbin and weavin and ditchin and dodgin po po penelope force

Tryin to convince em that me and the d**e game wasnt gettin along any

How

We had been went our separate ways

S**t 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 a dash

Uh excuse me sir can I have your autograph

And uh when your new album droppin fool

That other s**t was cool

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 Gs

Started from Richmond California to New Orleans

Game won't change these n***as can't fade me

Mama still pray for baby

Ghetto got me sick d**e fiends and crack heads

N***as on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads

And all I want be is a soldier

Cause I'm tired of runnin from da rollas

Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us

Ghetto millionaires and still blowin doja

Keep my composure when times hectic

Now I own a house in California Orlando and Texas

And still run wit the thug n***as

And made tapes for b***hes and d**g dealas

And push 600 wit a bulletproof

The ghetto Bill Gates

The only president wit a gold tooth

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 d**n sho 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 n***as out

Knockin n***as out

Hemmed up in da corner n***a that's what I'm about

Master P：

Feel my pain sometimes I feel trapped

N***a tired of hangin in the ghetto takin 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't no n***a in this hood gone play me

So when I ball I'm a ball 'til I fizall

And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall