Two Three Lyrics - Master P

I ball like I'm two-three 

Bitch I hustle like I'm two-three 

I'm on the block like two-three 

Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me? 

I ball like I'm two-three 

Nigga hustle like two-three 

I'm on the block like two-three 

Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me? 

Michael Jordan of the street shit 

So hard, showed you niggas how to eat, bitch 

Twenty-three on my muthafuckin' pinky finger 

Twenty-three million on the mansion, what you thinkin'? 

Pussy nigga, you gon' stop me? 

Fake nigga ain't make me 

Twenty-three years old when I got rich 

Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit 

Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name 

Twenty-three grand, [?] on my fuckin' chain 

Twenty-three on muthafuckin' Forbes, nigga 

Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage, nigga 

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Drop from the line, my tongue hang out of my mouth 

People rush in the trap, my niggas runnin' 'em out 

My lil whoa wanna ball, he keep ski-masking off cars 

Holidays around the corner, sold a fake key to his dawg 

See me in that Mpisane, bitch I knock out your noodle 

Bought my whoa a Camaro, all my bitches Sahara 

I got that make you disappear money, abracadabra 

Niggas up in the rafters, it's the Heat verse the Raptors 

We sit with the owners, yeah there go those rappers 

I don't need no tickets, trap jump like it's Blake Griffin 

I'm worth fifty tickets, pussy don't make no difference 

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