Hook It Up

"HOOK IT UP"
MASTER P, BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, and SILKK THE SHOCKER

[Ringing of cellular phone.]
Master P:
Yo, Layzie.
Layzie Bone:
What's up, P?
Master P:
Check this out. Me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Layzie:
Right.
Master P:
When we touchdown in Cleveland . . .
Layzie:
Yeah.
Master P:
. . . I'm a have my funky on, so if you need me, hit me. Use the code "black" or "blue."
Layzie:
I'm a use "black."
Master P:
Me or my boy are gon' answer.
Layzie:
Okay.
Master P:
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on 'em, 'cause them haters is out there.
Layzie:
For sure.
Master P:
We gon' be in a green deuce in the Quarter, tryin' to outsmart the po-po.
Layzie:
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Master P:
Keep it on the D.L., but check this out: when I get there, you ain't gotta worry about nothin'. You heard me, 'cause I got the hook up?
Layzie:
I feel ya. Bet on, baby, bet on.

Master P:
I got the hook up. Hook it up.

Krayzie Bone:
Just start tellin' me whatcha need, indeed. A nigga got hook-ups on the tweed, but I got more than trees. Wanna see what I got? Nigga, follow me right through the alley. Don't panic. Relax. What's happenin'? Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that you're lackin'? We got 'em still in the package. You know they at a great minimum. Why don't we activate 'em? No refunds, but you trade 'em free; we pass no limitations. Want one? Be patient. Have all your money in hand. Don't worry about credit. Forget it, 'cause we don't let that stand in our way. Nigga, we get paid, and you get to talk for free. Look me up when you need someone. I'm thinkin' to sell one. I can hook you up.

Master P:
I got the hook up. Hook it up.

Layzie:
Nigga that's got the sack of "D," and Master P, my nigga, just got the hook up. Look me up if you need the tooker. Got shit to hook you crooks up. Hit me up on my hitter, and I'm a call you back, 'cause ain't no taps on my celly. Then, come get all we got. A little hustlin' muthafucka with a pocket full of stones, rollin' with Mo and the No Limit soldiers. Got the hook up, and it's on.

Wish Bone:
And we got them rides--whatever ya need. My nigga, just step next door. We fully equipped with automatics. Police detect us, let's roll [roll, roll, roll]. And when you ride with Bone, don't you worry about a thang, 'cause we got shit for real. Trust in me, these niggas wanna buck-buck-bang. We on a mission. Time to position. Call the soldiers. Let's ride. Set 'em up in the moonlight. These niggas done fucked up. [Don't fuck with my money.] These niggas'll die, right?

You want the hook up?
Check this out, look.

Silkk the Shocker:
I live like stock market--a nigga buy low, sell high, nigga, the supply and demand. Nigga, if the supply low, demand is high. I sell it for high as I can. I'll settle for jingle, but I prefer to count that muthafuckin' fold. All sales, they final, ain't no refund, muthafucka, 'cause the muthafuckin' shit is sold. I hit the block, non-stop, cock the glock, because, muthafucka, this spot be hot. Nigga wonder why I beeped? 'Cause I'm on parole fresh out the muthafuckin' pen, talkin': holler at me. I got everything from hand-held to flip took and Bone got the chips. Don't even try to hit me on the hip. Like Yellow Pages, if I ain't got it, shit don't exist. Niggas talkin' 'bout: holler at your boy, holler at your niggas. See, I got what you need. If I ain't got it, I'm goin' and get it. It ain't that hard to find if you need me. Look me up. They call me Silkk the Shocker, but you can call me Mr. Hook It Up.

Master P:
I got the hook up. Hook it up [hook it up, hook it up], soldiers.
Master P and Bone Thugs.