Lyrics Master P – Two Three

Hook
I ball like I’m two-three
Bitch I hustle like I’m two-three
I’m on the block like two-three

Verse 1: Master P
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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Verse 2: Rick Ross
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
?

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