[Verse 1: Master P | Pimp C]
My partner gave me $50, put me in the game
I've been slangin' weed then I moved up to 'caine
Pushin' them boulders, slangin' them quarters
I got 'em two for three, goddammit, now I'm a baller
Pushin' mad weight, from state to state
N***as ridin' dirty, on my mobile phone, it's UGK
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin'?," he said, "I got a pocket full of stones"
Now P be the new kid on the block
36 O-Z's choppin' up rocks in my rock spot
They label me a drug dealer, just another hard n***a
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug n***as
Players hookin' up, tryna make bucks
Sendin' work from FedEx and UPS trucks
Now we livin' lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin', ballin', and slangin'
N***as teamin' up, some n***as gangbangin'
Used to drink 40s, now it's Moët
Used to roll Cutlass, now it's Benzes and 'vettes
Baguettes on my fingers, Rolex watches
Hoes on the block bounce that ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, just like OutKast
'Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
'Cause I'm bout it, y'all know I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if y'all doubt it
Hooked up with 8Ball and MJG
'Cause we tryna get a meal ticket from these streets
[Chorus: Master P | All]
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
[Verse 2: 8Ball & MJG]
8Ball and MJG, Southside representin'
A n***a came to mention these hoes can't touch my pimpin'
Mobbin' through the swamp, P and me and G and UGK
Southern as a motherfucker, fuck what them hoes say
'Cause we's be lookin' for a meal ticket, which is, drivin' me crazy
"Lady, can I claim your baby?" Honey callin' me shady, maybe
Constructive thinkin', returnin' to ducats bankin'
Oh Lord, somebody save me, slice some meat off in my gravy
Captain Save 'Em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a real n***a job, so damn hard tryna play 'em
Weigh 'em, no, weigh me, 'cause that's what they gon' pay me
Pimpin' ain't dead, baby, just ask MJG
Who be I? MJG, he be me
But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
Where in the fuck is justice when you're hungry?
Or do it only pertain to bustas, fakes, and phonies
About that money, where my ticket?
[Chorus: Master P | All]
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Cocaine lady, white lady sellin' good
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm peeling on the Grant, ballin' in the slant
Back, I'm Pimp C, bitch and trill n***as roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone
I done bought me a ki and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin' ain't dead, ya heard what I said
How the fuck is pimpin' dead when bitches still givin' me head?
Lickin' my ass and Bun B done hit her
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Suck the nut up out of Butler, fuckin' slow down swamp n***a
Now bitch I be the prince of pushin' everything
The pope of Port Arthur, the king of the quarters
Fuckin with nothin' but queens and they daughters
Get lean sweeter than water, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin'
In the Golden Gate, swish it out
Holdin' weight, I hits the block, I'm rollin' bait
Them fiends come out, they know they got some stolen cake
I motivate, fiends, dealers, ballers, haters, shops and boppers
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and n***as that ride with Glocks and choppers
What we out for?
[Chorus: Master P | All]
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
Tryna get a meal ticket (Tryna get a meal ticket)
