How many babies were made to this joint?
And this real talk one of the top 10 rawest coast to coast streethop songs ever:
Master P killed that sh*t real talk:
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Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling fukking taste of the Bahamas 
Gold slug, a car full of thug nikkaz
twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto nikkaz can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
True to the ghetto that's my life
you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping nikkaz off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
but we young nikkaz in tennis shoes and diamonds 
Executive street millionaires
nikkas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
F*ckin' Childish Gambino azz nikkaz make me sick.
