crazy
a bitch is a straight hoe we all know watch her nbend and take it in the cat on the club floor
a head full of weave and her shorts up her ass a thug girl know to make em flee in the past
she want some hennessy nigga fuck amoretta once you fuck this thug girl i bet you wont forget her
as soon as the bitch see you lookin she gon back it up on you you just married the hoe i forgot to warn you
we some no limit niggas with some no limit girls and you best realize we in a no limit world
me and my nigga c tag team on them hoes cause they love a nigga over 6 feet with some golds
bling blingin phone ringin it aint nothin i need some hennesy i bout to go a bang something
see carazy love a thug girl thats for sure give me a rubber believe im a fuck that hoe FEEL IT
chorus:
a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, im a breeder not a lover.
a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, Ima soilder not a lover.
master p
I wanna thug with ya make love wit cha some some bud wit cha sit in hot tubs wit cha
I got the hook up baby girl so holla if you hear me take a trip to the motel cause its time to get busy
take the batteries out your phone put the beeper on vibe now picture me ballin and beatin up them thighs
I see you ready got ya nipples on hard baby lick me up and down and let me clown lady
you lookin good in your victoria secret boo put my name on your ass now whats up with you
i see your girlfriend jockin and you smiling like a child so lets get out this club and lets go home and get buck wild.
Artist: Master P
Album: Gameface
Title: Whoadie Gone
Ugggghhhhh!
[Chorus with ad-libs]
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
[Verse 1]
Mama cried, shed tears
But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear
Real thug figure, straight hard hitter
Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor
Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man
Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man
And the sister, she was trippin' man
Askin' me questions like "Who caught him slippin' man"
Where you at and who around you
I guess she ain't really know the dogs loved you
And a dog'll do anything before you fall
See you in the crossroad, we gon' miss you dog
[Chorus with ad-libs]
[Verse 2]
Same hood that you ride in
Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in
A couple of dollars get you knocked off
They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto wars
A lil' homie ain't had a chance
They walk up to his car, killer took him and his girl man
And I wonder if heaven has a special place
If you start off wrong change ya life, do you get a break
Cause every drug dealer don't mean wrong
But narcotics in the ghetto get you scrilla home
And rappers prove their life with nouns and adverbs
Justice of the peace only happens in the suburbs
I pray you give Pac and Biggie a second chance
I wonder if my brother and nephew up there holdin' hands
My uncle died of cancer, is he cured yet
It's a war out here, lil' whoadie took his last breath
[Chorus with ad-libs]
[Master P speaking]
I just want y'all to pause for a minute
And just light ya lighters
Cause I wanna give R.I.P. to my ghetto vets
My lil' brother Kevin Miller, I miss you dog
My lil' nephew Lance Connor
My grandfather, Big Daddy, for teachin' me how to be a soldier
Smile for my uncle, Big Jimmy Keller Senior
Randall Watts, Bruce and Burnell
Y'all back together dog
Dodo, Alfons and Elizabeth
Papa Pen, we keepin' the legacy goin'
I know you up there smilin'
Pissy Bob, Cornell, Rabbit
M and M, Lil' Curl, Hard Trouble
Big Ed, Tupac, Biggie Smalls
Coughnut, Big Pun, Aaliyah, Baby Babe
Baby Girl, Kenny Sell, Meathead
Dip, Lil' Roger
And everybody that lost somebody
From ghettos all across the world
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers
Oh yeah, we ain't never gon' forget y'all
[Chorus to fade]
((Master P))
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these motherfuckers
((Chorus))
Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that x4
((Master P))
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you motherfucker know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean
((Chorus))
((Master P))
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that fucks with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a fuck, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a fuck
((Chorus))
((Master P))
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
fuckin with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your ass chewed like bubble gum
((Chorus))
((Master P))
Ahhh
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream
((Chorus))
((Master P))
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios
Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
[O'Dell]
Living is so hard in the city of
Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city (2X)
[Master P]
Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
with niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas
and the bitches like the peapop (peapop)
and the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks
and bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
and niggas still ride old school Caddies
and a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner
and niggas wish they could move to California
it never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
and bitches love to suck a line
a lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
and you might get a rep if you're a killer
the city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers
and hoes love you if you're famous
but niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous
(Chorus)(2X)
[Mac]
young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin'
God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die
I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94
he was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
he ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward
come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags
kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust
now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers
might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust
and nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what
(Chorus)(2X)
shake it from the south from the north to the east
twerk it to the west from club to the street
(chorus)2x
shake that thang
twerk that thang
wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang
shake what your momma gave ya
you look good thats why they hate ya
(master P)
you found a bitch wit ????
with that ass G shaking
put that hump in your back
and you n your girl trade places
drop it like its hot
shake it to they pop
in the back of the club
from the bottom to the top
???????? see im ready for that
bend over touch your toes
let that monkey out the dress
no panties , no thong
i mite take ya home
we could do rite and we could do wrong
like thug girl dat mite get down
you gotta couple ????? we might do a couple rounds
them girls be actin bad
on the dance floor shacking ass (huh)
in the club whodi gettin the cash (what)
balling them goochies and No Limit bag (huh)
(chorus) 2x
(Master P)
big bodys on chrome
tattoos on my arm
my boonapliss at the tele
my bobuski at home
ima bout to act a donkey
i like the chocolate like brown
but the trunk actin donkey
quick qurves like a coke bottle
i mean dick like a stallion
but treated like a supermodel
make the waiter drop the dranks
make crippeled old man take walks to the banks
shake it in the morning shake it in the evening
ill play georges she can play weesy
ride it like a bike
twerk it all night
grab the wall im from the left to the right
(chorus) 2x
MASTER P TALKING TILL REST
Yo man you know what I'm sayin fuckin mission accomplished
now you know what I'm sayin?
I count like about 15 million, ya know what I'm sayin?
Split 4 ways yaknowhatI'msayin?
Then a we got like about seven kilo's of cocaine yeah yaknowhatI'msayin?
But uh on the real though yaknowhatI'msayin?
I think im about to gettin me a bitch or somethin yaknowhatI'msayin?
and cool out for a minute yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah I think we able 2 do that for a minute
(I just ordered this white vette, man I just found out somethin man
all my bitches are the same as my hoes, I keep em)
Yeah yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'm startin to feel the same way fuckin way K yaknowhatI'msayin?
But I have been checkin out, I a hella money now yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'ma think about this one bitch
I think I'ma give her a call, see if she's home, yaknowhatI'msayin?
But I ain't really like trippin with these bitches
Cause some of these bitches be talkin hella shit yaknowhatI'msayin?
These niggaz didn't know we could do this, yaknowhatI'msayin?, yeah
But check this out though, we gon go up there,
Get large on these motherfuckers yaknowhatI'msayin?
These motherfuckin broke bust type ass niggaz yaknowhatI'msayin?
Suck my dick, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Cause I'd jack em up in a minute, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yea, but uh, check this out,
I think that bitch say ya know she was gon be at the
motherfuckin, uh, show tonight yaknowhatI'msayin?
I told her to meet me over there after the concert yaknowhatI'msayin?
We gon' cool out for a minute, yeah, we got to do that yaknowhatI'msayin?
It's just time to cool out perve for a minute yaknowhatI'msayin?
Don't let this shit die out yaknowhatI'msayin?
We done handled our business yaknowhatI'msayin?
If we would have made a serious jack move and get paid
Everybody see if we straight yaknowhatI'msayin?
I think I'm gonna go out here and get me one of these motherfucker
Bout three 40's motherfucker 1991 benz's yaknowhatI'msayin?
Drop top convertable yaknowhatI'msayin?
Me and my bitch yaknowhatI'msayin?
I can see it now yaknowhatI'msayin?
Me and my bitch cruising on the motherfuckin lake
and ?? yaknowhatI'msayin?
yeah, but check this out, that bitch better be there that's all I'm sayin
YaknowhatI'msayin?, I aint doin this for nothin yaknowhatI'msayin?
My bitch better be there, ya know, yeah
I'm outta here im bout to go and spend
some of this motherfucking money yaknowhatI'msayin?
Peace to all the bitches in the world yaknowhatI'msayin?
from Master P, he's straight mack from 1991
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no dope
They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so
Now we might do time in the penn
But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
So I guess once again that it's on
But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
Give me four or five months and I'm out
It must be love momma put up the house
And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
Real thangs and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
cause on these streets are heaven or hell
Now picture me balling
I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier
TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya
In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product
Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up
Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking
But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking
Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door
But all the goin find is some ghetto dope
So come on, so would you just let a bitch live
Stack my ends and raise my kids
Ride my benz, flow my ice
Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life
Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch
It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this
Watch this young black family take this whole industry
And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
Thinkin about you
Chorus: x4
(Master P)
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
(Master P)
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see these ho's a love you
And these niggas a hate you
When you young and ballin'
I mean broke and fallin'
I said sleeping and crawlin'
That's when the Devil be callin'
They want to take all your change
T-shirts and khakis
These ho's a love me
Or send some niggas to jack me
The game done change
It's not the same
Da Last Don be my name
Cause I'm tru to da game
I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand
Out in the streets be lying in a can
I done change and they watch me
The fedz can't stop me
It'll take millions to box me
But the ghetto you got me
Chorus: x4
(FIEND)
What's the purpose of being the baddest
When some haters a kill for your status
For a taste of lavish
Or follow you home for the cabbage
But look here we savages
Survivors and Soldiers
Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
On his casket lies a magnolia
Flower for peace
Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice
I'm the beast
You know me FIEND the glock carrier
Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya
Guns with the sound barrier
Livin for no tomorrow
Show me the dirty cargo
And fuck your family morrows
Boy souls I'm quick to borrow
Gettin' sisters and brothers to
I got something to kill you and a thought of another you
Just another number to
The murder rate in my city
One week all kids born with no pitty
Shitty ain't it
How it's painted
Realness thru my eyes
Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
Chorus till end
I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha fucka get wit me i try to teach a
motha fucka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
the fuck goin AWOL man i let these motha fuckaz in here, then they go to the
fuckin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any fuckin producers runnin
they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha fucka couldn't even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats
what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone fuck wit ya. Sell all the
stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a fuck. I don't have no image to
hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police
and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u
punta?
you fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
you fucking little monkeys
This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
but I ain't ready yet
[Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)(2X)
[Master P]
found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas
playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
and ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot
and every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops
nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me
but make sure six TRU niggas carry me
but if they miss know (nigga) you a goner
cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)
Chorus(2X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock
cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
all the niggas that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle
with this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
and I swear to hang in there if things don't get better
now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
and based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with
too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from
that's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come
on top of that I had a fucked up day
to god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
tonight when I pray feel my pain
Chorus(3X)
Damn Silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, I'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool
Verse 1
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 Up
Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? til we open up shop partner but its all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this
Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor
Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sleep
And its a message from the motherfucking street
(Chorus)
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Verse 2
Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
OG blood in my veins, but they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets
(Chorus)
Verse 3
I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit like The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Limit mob you better move fast
Being real cause the P don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man
(Chorus)
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Verse 1: [Master P]
I'm in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream
72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's
For all you niggas that smokes
I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside of Richmond, California
Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya
You better break North or South, before we take you out
Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crackhouse
Lay down on the floor bitch break me off
Before you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-off
I'm goin crazy, Indonesia
Blowin' up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you
With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya
Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
[Verse 2]
Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert eagle
candy cane switches thats how us G's roll
Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay
Seen Tina from the town layed her that's a dizzay
The side show was jumpin' (bumpin')
Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin'
And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep
My little homies from Oakland got chased by the police
And these hoes wanna kick it
I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket
And tonight I'ma page her
My niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade ya
When your ballin they jealous they hatin'
I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytons
And they bitches started lookin at me
Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy
Get more hoes than freak show
Ask your bitch, nigga she know
But ya'll can't fade us
Cause No Limit niggas come harder than the Raiders
I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump
What you see motherfucker is what you saw
Cause ain't no stoppin' No Limit
TRU and Master P it's only the beginning
And we in it to win it like a roitweiler
I won't stop fool I already made a million dollars
And I'm up and outtie on a comeback
Tryin' to get a fuckin' million in big stacks
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
[Mo B. Dick]
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit
[Master P talking]
Say wassup to all y'all players out there
Ice cream is trickin' us
In case y'all wondering what ice cream is
It's anything that you can make profit off of
I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper
that's ice cream
anything you can make some dizzolars off of
ya heard me?, remember that players
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
and all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars
they couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac
my little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
so pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
Chorus(3X)
nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take
we takin' a hundred of them
we gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now
but you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together
and we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
to multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit
so ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media
that want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
the media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records
No Limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon
now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west
to the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas
real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
that's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I
just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
you protect you and yours
[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars]
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain
Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane
[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac
And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
[Snoop]
I'll bless you before I diss you
Y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they collars
While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars
Make a nigga wanna holler
Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators
Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'
[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]
[Master P]
It was a late friday night and a chill was at the club
I was kind typsy from smokin that bud
Walked to the bar seen this bitch fine & Tender
The b*tch at the counter aske a nigga couldnt remember
looked in her face a perfect redbone
took her to the hotel till the chill yo was on
she started rubin & massagin my chest
she said why you were a bullet proof vest
I sai bitch cause im to deep up in this
but just handle your buissness
she reached for my dick like a dipstick
and grabbed my nuts and started to kiss
I rubbed my fingers against her face
before we did it popped in the Marvin Gaye tape
[Marvin Gaye]
Theres nothing wrong with me fuckin you
[Master P]
but back to the story all right
I guess its time to fuck cause off went the lights
bitch was kinda hot
didnt have a rubber but a nigga still hit that cock
side to side back to front she put wip cream on my dick & swalloed the cum
I flipped the bitch over one more time
but the bitch was to kinky to be mine
I looked at my watch said ohh shit
I got a concert to do bitch
she said I guess its time to go, would I ever see you again?
I said probably so
but I didnt know it would be that soon
cause after the concert a nigga dick turn blue
and when I see her Im gonna kill that bitch damn
she did do suckin to my dick
[Chorus]
Ohh Shit, bitch what did you do to my dick x4
Chill man pull this motherfucker I gotta take a piss damn
Ohh Ohh bitch Ohh im gonna kill that bitch god my dick burnin
Chill man bring me to the motherfuckin hospital
-This goes out to my best friend
-My partner
-The only person I can trust in this world
-This for you mom
Momma, this is one thing I still can't realize
How you been so strong when my brother died
You done kept the family together tight
Thinkin about how we gone get throght this sorrow night
This is crazy, I can't sleep nope
Even though i got revenge written across my throat
Five kids and you done lost one
Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son
Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family
To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G
Cause the ghetto got me pressured
Will I die sellin dope, or would I sell a million records
Ohh momma won't you feel me
Even though Ms. ?? said somebody tried to kill P
And you know your boy's sellin dope
But all you say is watch yo back
Cause you don't want to see me go
Chorus: (Repeat 2X)
Momma I don't wanna see you cry
No more tears
Cause I'm deep in the game
Sellin much cocaine
Momma how you be so strong
Even tough the ATF, done kicked down your home
And ran right through and got me
But you still came to see me
And said that you love me
And I know that you real though
Cause when I got out, you's the first one at the door
Knowing that your boy turned into a man
But you done tripped cause I still understand
That I'm trying to make some money
And if I die in this game, I guess that won't be funny
But you still on my side cause you a soldier
You the only friend I got and ma I told ya
One day I'ma change G
Even though the ghetto's crazy, think about your baby
If I make it out this dope game
I know that life won't be the same, momma I gone make a change
Chorus:
(Chorus)
Ain't no party like a No Limit party
cause the No Limit party is the shit
All the niggas say bitches
all the bitches say nigga
Everybody else shut the fuck up
Verse 1
Sideways through the cut with my giggety glock
Never giving a fuck I'm bout to let off 5 shots
Motherfucker in the parking lot talking shit
Get my gat I wouldn't give a fuck, I'm going giggety click
On his ass for the 9 0
Giving a fuck cause we all like the fine hoes
Drop g's on they ass with my ski mask
And as the sucker try to duck and dodge the diggety task
But I ain't fucking with the popos hit the floor
Watch them motherfuckers see me at the side show
Spinning daytons on the block with my giggety glock
As a nigga let off bout 17 shots
And as these motherfuckers make a move and choose me
But I ain't tripping cause the P packs an oozie
(Chorus)
Verse 2
Me and my partners mobbing should I say robbing
4 g's and the lack and you know we keep our head bobbing
15's in the trunk with the diggety dump
Got the gat on my side just in case some nigga starts some funk
But we ain't tripping on that kike shit
Never giving a fuck about a nigga or a motherfucking broke bitch
We'd rather clock g's and smoke dank weed
And be higher than a bird or the seven seas
Giggety locs with the gat we ain't tripping bitch
Never giving a fuck I got the mind of a lunatic
And as I roll through bitch with my 40
Cause ain't no motherfucker like a No Limit Party
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Now hold me back, 94 I came fat
Worldwide and you player hating marks you can't fade that
With the giggety boat I'm gone tell your giggety ??
Put like 5 on the motherfucking tigggety tiggety o
Straight macking dollars I be stacking
Four bitches in the back and you know we all packing
Hit it sideways like I left the highways
Crazy horse to drink with a little Oscar Mayte
So much dank smoke I couldn't see the freak show
Had to tell the cutie to meet me back at the other door
?? hitting on the booty
5 minutes later stank bitch wanna do me
But I ain't tripping, I'm bout to hit like Scottie Pippen
And put my sheepskin on in case I go skinny dipping
And grab my 40 and tell her get up off me
We don't love them hoes, it ain't nothing but a party
(Chorus)
Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Verse One:
Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick cause its the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like i'm try to take these fools to lunch
Going crazy in the getto try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me
I pack a D cause i'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin jack, I'm in the hood bustin gangsta rhyme
And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee
Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies
Little kids get bout it I mean my hood is ROWDY
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it
Before jump in the game le'ts get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Verse Two:
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders I means Al soda
Duckin the task and try to hide from the rollers
And hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU click we true to this
TRU 2 da G A M E fools we ain't new to this
And in the hood I got ice cream cones, and if fiends
want a lick nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones
For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor
Mr. I-C-E, M-A -N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Verse Three:
Now let's see who owes me cash I gots to go to grind and gets mine
Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters
I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I'm maxin glocks
You can come and check my grip you can come and check this
But I'm on that triple gold 9 thiller LEXUS
Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream
Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man
Y'all fools betta recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man
Chorus (4x):
This ghetto got me crazy
But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes
Master P:
Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread
Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said
Now I'm walking with the devil (With the devil)
And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
No nominees from the Grammies
But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies
Tears in my eyes from these street pains
That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man
And the feds follow me like I'm slanging crack
Wasting tax dollars cause I'm young, rich, famous and black
Chorus (4x)
Master P:
Its a new slavery times done changed
Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
Got us killing up each other
Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers
Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
Watch Bill Gates buying islands
See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling
Where the poor live hungry
And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies
Chorus (2x)
C-Murder:
I'm still mad at the world 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose
Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes
I'm just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper
Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker
Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
I ain't got nothing but No Limit so I'm a represent it 'til my last breath
My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art
My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why
Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide
You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize
I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill
Chorus (4x)
This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
There's more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes
This for all the ghetto stars out there
Going through a thing
All my homies in the penatentiary
I feel y'all pain
To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls)
To all my No Limit Soldiers
The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
It's foolish, ya heard me
Chorus
featuring Chilee Powdah King George
[King George]
Its the K the I the N to the G
everybody in Richtown should know me
you know the motherfukcing pyscho
better yet the nigga whos the cuttrought
cops try to cage me niggaz try to fade me
hunt hoe motherfucker really dont fade me
you know the deal im really really crazy everyday
i wear a damn daisyways
in the project labled as reject
cops rolled trough to break a niggaz neck
see shit like that just make me mad,
bitches wanna see me in the big black bag
cause a nigga like me got big big balls,
when I roll through your schoolyou better clear the halls,
cause I'm down for the jack play, better yet the crack pay
im looking for your boy, he's holding me my back pay,
I walk across a line cause my life isn't sturdy,
in other words nigga I'm low down and dirty
[Chillee Powdah]
creep out the window, get in the undercover pinto
my homies smoking endo dank but just think
some nigga bout to come up short and get danked
the neighborhood hoodlum, jacked your jewls and then shanked
the difficult problem giving delivering a meat wagon
shake em and gank em and bake em serve em like ass taggin
pussy now wish you continue sucking I get em bitch
and im bout to get a nuts so shut the fuck up and suck this shit
continue to mingle its nothing, nothing but nothing its coming
sucking and sucking dont give a fuck cause the nuts running
slibing and slibing and blowjobing like robyn, the ripper ripping
and slipping tongue tiping a zipping,my zipper slapin and jabbing
come nabbing and having a cross straight up I didnt have to wait up
and I licked my balls, Master P my nigga squeeze the trigger on the po po's
switch, I slam my ass in the ditch with the garbage and shit
im untouchable nigga you cant hurt me, Im Chillee Powdah
and im low down and dirty
[Master P]
my life as a criminal, starting as a U
cops said take out the trash I said fuck you
then im gone gone and gone and ever since then, never even been home
took to the streets like a car in the fast lane, robbed the dope house
stole a ki of cocain, 36 ounces backed it up and on the run
moved to the rich got eight for everyone
living the life like a nigga that dont care, cops so petty ass
jobers with welfare, im send money to moms each and every day
now who the fuck said crime dont pay, im rolling hard with the top down
daytons on the benz, a sucker run up, he get shot down
I lost my brother in the mix of a battle, murder in my eyes
so watch my get rattle, kill a motherfucker quick and say fuck the cops
explicit lyrics cause I cant be stopped
chorus: Master P
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see that cat
Let me see that cat
oh BBbbbbitch i don't know what's next
but i love to watch porn because i love sex
Fuck some bitches
and let them suck dick like leeches
bridge: C-Los
Let me see it Girl
I'll make you twirl
You son of a gun
Let me fuck you hun
I'll make you see the sun
And you're going to have fun
Chorus:Tank
Pop Black:
Let me see that cat
I wanna see if it's as big as a bat
Let me see it
Becuase i wanna fuck that shit
c'mon girl i want to fuck that cat
i love you cause you're the shit
Let me see it
becuase i'll make you see the world
I'm like ludacris because i'm pimpin all over the world
so let me see it
Chorus: Ruga
Lil D:
Let mee see that shit
In return i won't treat you like shit
it's the truth, i aint making bullshit
Let me fuck that shit
if you have one wish like ray j
your wish is my command because i'm a baller, but i am not gay
im not going to be like frakie j
because i don't have to deal
and im baller for real
and i am not gay like frankie j
chorus:Master P, C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D, Tank, And Ruga
I caught you slipping so I took you with a gank move
listen up rap world its a new fool
a new gangsta gangbanger slanger dope dealer
murdering motherfucker headbanger
so listen to the tunes I tune up
its 91 Master P soon to come up
bodies and large lessons talk
you step to the P you come up short
the no limit mafia is out robbing
jack your beats stealing and start siding
and you cant say shit I bet you didnt
know your beak ill sound like this
and watch the ladies move
but the fellows ill laugh
cause they know you got took foo
haha another jack move
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
I kill for a gangsta beat, and ill snatch ya
to show my simply put a note in your casket
you just got dead by the jack of the jackers
in other words punk, huh, you aint a factor
the world is mines so I took it like scarface
you see a beat I ask for a funky 808
your style is out, its trying for a new trenz
you say real niggaz now were the fuck you been
you see real niggaz just dont sing
were im from we like to gangbang
ski-masks, catch a sucker just creeping
take a joury yo and leave ya sleeping
play ya like a fucking simp
fuck ya bitch and beat your kids with a tree limp
you see thats the life of crime
in other words you make yours
I like to take mine
*Repeat Chorus til end*
(Erica Fox singing to the tune of "star-spangled banner")
Oh, say to the
crooked cops that searchin'
Sees me and my homies(uuuggghhh)
And there's No Limit till we free (ya heard?)
Cause you haters can't stop me
Master P (talking): Can't never! Can't NEVER!
Nigga, I'm delivering the mail! Platinum! (Deliverin' the mail!)
Ghetto postage. To every soldier and soldierette in the ghetto, Cee-lo beats, soldier productions! (Ha, ha. We back in this, Whodie.)
And all the fakers, we done got rid of em! (They gone)
If it don't say No Limit on the back of their records...(don't fuck with em)
They ain't with us, ya heard? (Don't ask no shit bout it)
All the real niggas, y'all know how it's goin' down. (I ain't fucking wit ya)
We hustlas for life, baby. Hustlas for life. (If they ain't with No Limit...)
I might not get 5 mics... (...then they the enemy. Remember that!)
...but I'm the hottest shit on the streets. (Ain't no coming back, either, Whodie.)
Haha!
(Haha!)
Play them beats and let's ride. NO LIMIT NIGGA!
(And I'mma tell y'all all these old fake-ass niggas out there with these number jobs - or should I say local deals - y'all know NO LIMIT THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKIN' INDEPENDANT BLACK-OWNED COMPANY OUT THERE! And still doin' this shit. Thanks to all y'all real niggas that been supportin' us. Oh, yeah. And I'mma end this note on - these old bitch-ass niggas that snitchin' goin' to the police, I can't fuck wit y'all.
THIS ONLY FOR THE REAL NIGGAS!)
(Explosion)
[Master P]
Hoe Games, Hoe Games
Suckers with no game
hate to see a young g stack a mil man
[Master P]
It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners
niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits I got ya
buster you know I cant trust ya
if you was a bitch you know I cant trust ya
suckers tried to play the P like a fuckin clucker
when im the dopeman go ask your brother
ask st. charles hot to be bald
suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls
gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo
bitches didnt wanna ride when the P was in the pinto
now I got a Lexus, took a trip to Texas
the P done went big time and fools wanna wreck this
its all legit, No Limit makes the hits
but suckers wanna talk shit why, because im rich
[Chorus]
Players hate to see a player make a mil man
if you ask me that aint nothin but some hoe games
Hoe Games, Hoe Games
Suckers with no game
hate to see a young g stack a mil man
[Silkk]
niggaz play hoe and get fucked
if hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up
fool kinda mad cause I puts in work
I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk
now niggaz wanna play games
bitch im quick to get em up fuck rap and fame
still that g silkk riding on them thangs
roll up a swish park my shit then hang
nigga im always strapped, hoe I never skinny dip
and for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip
hate to see me clock a grip
hate to see me get rich
hate to see me pull a hoe
hate to see me pull this bitch
player haters need to keep them games in the arcade
if I put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played
A g to a g I mean a g to a hoe
and you can come up to me in the 94'
and get some more game and throw away the hoe shit
and leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch
[Chorus]
[King George]
niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes
smile in my face up frony mout clothes
now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers
911 only hoes got ya
prepare for the battle, you get streched out
I wont let it rest til its wire in your mouth
you know who you are I wont say no
names in vain cease with hoe games
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit
i see more and more niggaz get they wig plit
i got cash but i aint got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass
and move to another city brown nose bitches stay the
fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass
to the record store jealous motherfuckers
running they mouth getting they nuts off
i cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff
take this advice before you talk behind my back
cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on my way to CYA
And from CYA to the Pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying
Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
[Verse-2]
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though I know I'm living fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the fucker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man
(Chorus x4)
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]
[Master P]
RIP homie RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
How do I say goodbye to what we had
The good times that made us laugh outweighted the bad
I thought we'd get to see forever
But forever's gone away
It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
Yall niggas smile for my ghetto heroes
So many homies gone trying to ball till they fall
Now I'm left with nothing but old cards
and a bunch of pictures on the wall
RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real
But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed
And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave
And I remember when you first got high
and the first time you got laid
And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do
I never imagined living life without a nigga like you
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy
And every sunday grandma go to church
she said she gotta pray for her baby
And ah, your little son, he look just like you
And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through
And ah me, C and Silk we got a little money but that don't mean shit
Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again
And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain
Keep your head up, and this for everybody
that lost a relative in the street game
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
[Silkk The Shocker]
Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you
I just sit here wonderin why
But the law of life, and god placed us here
and said everybody must die
Ended hard trying to move on but still I try
Even though we got money, judgement day
just some things we can't buy
Even though you gone, I never let you move on
Cause every time i think about you
I sit back and write your name in a song
Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt
It's kinda spooky when one day I see your face on a t-shirt
I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better
And why it take a death or a funeral to bring our family together
Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father
Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them
You'll never know whether they'll be here tomorrow
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
[Featuring Mia X Mo B. Dick]
Chorus (2x):
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
Master P:
I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady
Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy
But thugs need love and if you real girl save me
Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
And I could feel your lips through your letters
You said you wait for me, 'cause you down for whatever
Now I'm out girl and we balling
Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries
Rolex watches and bracelets
Diamonds on your ears and fingers and taking trips to foriegn places
Now we be hooked like drugs
But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto
love
And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
Mia X:
My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him
Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times
Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind
You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
I can't see being in love without you
Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
That's why them other broads know we gone be
I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true
love
Before the fame the big names and the money
I was at the bus stop with you honey
That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't
doubt
If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya
I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug
Chorus (5x)
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Steady Mobb'n]
Chorus (2x):
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her don't want her
And if she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't need her
You can keep her
Master P:
I need a bitch to hold my stash a bitch to give me some ass
And when I'm on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash
I'm a ball 'til I fall and that's the first right
I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the streetlife
And I know it sound crazy
I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby
And pack a 380
And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes
And known to be a lady
And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin' #1:
She gotta be a gangsta bitch bout that gangsta shit
I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit
I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side
To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps
We can sip hen be homies and best friends
Smash off X-O get his and hers M-10's
Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class
Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass
When I can't be seen you can inform my team
Call that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than K-F-C
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin' #2:
I need a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp
I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip
And don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug
All you get from this lesson baby girl is true love
She was dapping me, coronel, on my jump when I was locked down
My black queen's sendin' me Lex to the carpound
She see me now she closer than my bitch
She my boo cause she down to do some gangsta shit
And if a bitch trip
She down to boot her for free
My little mama go to work everyday
I run the streets she's a G bitch
Chorus (2x)
yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man
I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up
[Master P]
Damn see man what's wrong with you
You been smokin' dank or somethin'
[Big Ed]
Man I don't know man I was trippin' and shit
[Master P]
Come on man let's do this shit right
Man get it done man
[Big Ed]
Shit let me see, let me try this
Yeah there they go
Alright P man kick that shit for me G
[Master P]
Jump in the Cougar to the dank spot
Beeper rangin' cause a nigga sellin' fat rocks
Now the worst started shiftin'
I'm like the goddamn pizza man you know I'm fuckin' de-liverin'
Pick up and drop off, 20's and 50's
Anything to get these goddamn things off
Now I'm cold chillin' on the dope spot
Put the dope in my nuts, here come the fuckin' cops
Now I'm like runnin', the cops said freeze
Not me I'm tryin' to check my fuckin' money
To see if it's marked, damn
5 minutes later I'm in a police car
But I just laugh like it's funny
Cause I'll be out tomorrow
Dope, Pussy, & Money
[Chorus]x8
Indo
Piece of pussy
I can feel y'all
[Master P]
My hand on my dick like a bounty
Just did 3 fuckin' days in the County
Pissed off, mad as fuck
Picked up my mobile phone to try to get a fuckin' nut
She said I'll be over in a minute
I said hurry up bitch I gotta go up in it
She knocked on my door lookin' hella sweet
A long trench coat and some goddamn drawers G
She grabbed my dick and started suckin'
I flipped the bitch on her back, my nuts cummin'
Now I'm cold smilin' like a big wheel
Thinkin' 'bout the niggas that are still back in jail
Now that I'm out I think it's funny
Cause it's all about the Dope, Pussy, & Money
[Chorus]x8
Niggas stuck and I'm thinkin' about gamblin'
Serve a nigga somethin' quick, let's handle this
We dove 4 deep in a Benz
2 Columbians, we met him and his friends
Now I'm gettin' ??? at niggas back
I'm thinkin' about the time they tried to jack
One nigga got out the car howlin'
I got 4 ki's, I said nigga where's the ???
I ran to the car with my Oozi
Grabbed the dope and the money, started shootin'
Hit the gas, mashed and made it home
Tripped when I cut the goddamn TV on
2 Columbians dead in a dope deal
No evidence but the motherfuckers got they cap peeled
Somebody gotta die, you think it's funny
That's how it is when your livin' for the Dope, Pussy, & Money
[Chorus]x8
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor felonies
We cant survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us
(ugghhhhh)
Now you see how we feel
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to blow you away,
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me
(chorus)
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
(repeat 2x)
[Mac]
Dear mr president
Mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks
If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's
eyes
(Chorus) repeat four times
Ughhhhh.......
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
but what if gansta rap gets rid of you
how'd you like them apples
you want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music
but they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit
you always point the finger at the bad guy
but what if the bad guy points the finger at you
fuck the politcians the media and the government
the fucking world was built on corruption
if it wasn't for people like me and my reality music
you couldn't pay for a meal
I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around
tapping my phone and over taxing my money
you know what a hustler is
its a pig that don't fly straight
but its ok (its ok)
when you finish listening to this tape
it'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me
so fuck you cockaroaches sincerly the last don
Master P The Last Don
[Master P]
I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps
No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzles but they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit I didn't do
niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
we retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh)
niggas slang ghetto dope cain but we drug dealers
ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it
can't bust society but these fools tryin' take me
they want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up
walkin' or blocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me
your girl or your homey
cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
that's one that's grown from the Last Don
he took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller
they all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don
real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain
feel my pain its real out here
ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life
you can't do what you wanna do
a coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies one
so all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families
get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
and if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga
don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self
cause money's the root of all evil
we done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars
this one is grown from the last Dizon you heard me
[Featuring Silkk The Shocker]
Silkk Wassup fool?
Silkk We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's.
Silkk Time to take two in your fuckin' back
Master P Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch
Master P Bout that drama
Master P No Limit
[Silkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit
I run with TRU
I gives a fuck about who you run with
Bitch we run this shit
Nigga it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no luv in this bitch
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch
me
Nigga wassup? (Murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
Nigga fade me
Think I'm crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit daily
I'm bout that drama
[Master P chorus]
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No Limit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[Silkk]
Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this
nigga don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
and the glock cock
Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside
Bitch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.
*Master P chorus and talking*
(Chorus)
You abandoned P
Now he don't have no where to go
No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope
No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope
Verse 1
Giggety glock and I'm out there slanging cocaine
I guess its hard growing up without your family man
Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight
I used to cry at night hope that dad would act right
Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking gin
Dropped me off at my grandma house I ain't seen him since
Sometimes I don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm
Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own
Now I'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats
Trying to get paid off the cluckers and the county check
10 years old and I'm out there slanging cocaine
No love from my family, just love from the game
No one to turn to so I'm out there slanging crack
Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack
And if I die today or tomorrow I guess I'm out of luck
A bastard child all alone so I'm stuck
(Chorus)
Verse 2
A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto
Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter
An outcast looked down by the system g
A menace to society a brother without a family
And everytime I see a room without a damn ceiling
It remind me I was born in a abandoned building
Cause in the ghetto you gotta learn the dirty dance
In other words you gotta learn to throw them thangs
A snotty nose kid without no food to eat
My role models were the dealers ??
Dripping wet you see my pamper leaking
But mama tripping cause she too busy out there tweeking
Our baby sitter was a tore up dope fiend
I almost died, drunk a whole bottle of chlorine
And when I think about my pass I don't crack a smile
Cause it hurt knowing I was a bastard child
(Chorus)
[Featuring UGK]
Uhhh shhhh
Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there)
Through like all the bloodshed
And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects)
Ain't nothing like the ghetto
If I had to do it all again
I probably wouldn't change a thing
Master P:
I live my life homie but not for greed
Picture young sistes and brothers planting their ghetto seeds
Ain't nothing promised in this ghetto but we lost cause we black
Picture 5 kids in the project in a one room shack
I had big dreams of making it big
I caught nightmares of fools splittin' my wig
I couldn't change for the guppies that tried to hate
Picture me a ghetto child with a house by the lake
Ain't nothing promised but we not to blame
Sinning, uhh to make some change
I wish the society feel my pain
Empty me underneath we all the same
High construction on penatentiary bars
They main focus is blacks with fancy cars
And they beat us on high interest loans
Repossess our property cause we don't think to own
Chorus (4x):
This ghetto live got us hustlin' and scufflin'
I said penatentiary chances keep us thuggin' and muggin'
Bun-B:
Now I was known for walking on the wrong side of the tracks
Slanging, smoking and drinking yack, reminiscing and thinking back
A lot of facts have been changed we take the innocent and guilty
I played the cards that they dealed me
Went through changes that dealed me
Into a better man but most often I'm misunderstood
Call me a gangsta 'cause I relay consciousness from the hood
But alot of good comes from what you call negativity
We working with no leverage or incentive g
'Cause their nothing you ever give to me
On television or them history books
Got black kids thinking they only out on this earth to be crooks
See all these mystery looks, that's on the face of the boss man
When he can see a young black brother no longer lost man
They try to break your spirit, before you figure out the game
By the time you do you lost your fame, reputation and your name
But baby we can do it take your time do it right
You don't wanna be a superstar overnight
Trying to live that ghetto life
Chorus (4x):
Pimp C:
I live my life for my son so he can have something
Blessed just to see a new day so I'm trying to grab something
I been on top of the world and at the bottom too
When you up you got lots of friends and when you down it's few
The way we grew up was wrong, I'm the first to admit
I know God and just drop me here to be going through this
I lost D-Ray last year and it's just not the same
Just at the time in his life when he was trying to change
He told me, Pimp I need help, I want up out the game
I made a promise, I lied cause the next night he died
I guess our childhood is over 'cause man ain't nothing funny
And everythign that I love revolve around sex and money
I wanna have some more kids but in the 90's that's crazy
The woman's polluted so it ain't safe to make babies
And it's a shame cause Uncle Sam ain't got no job to pay me
But pay the mightiest 40 g's for every year they enslave me
It's crazy
Chorus (Repeat 'til Fades)
(Intro)
(Muther fucking King of Crunk and the don of rowdy music nigga) YYYEEEAAHHHH
Hey(Hey) Lil Jon(Lil Jon) Master P(Master P)
New no limit bme click (Whatx7) Me and my muther fucking boyz in the club tonight. We dont give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight especially with them muther fucking boys over there. You know them muther fucking boys? (Nah!)
(/Intro)
(Chorus)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz)
(/Chorus)
(Verse 1)
Im from uptown New Orleans. Straight out the hood.
I jumped off the spinners saying I wish you would.
Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit. (What!)
I dont know this muther fucker I probably done fucked his bitch.
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel.
I aint feelin this shit I put my hand on my pickel.
The nigga started steamin but Im cool as a fan.
He wanna throw em up but I got a gat in my pants.
Im throwed off nigga, missing a few screws.
And I dont give a fuck about putting yo ass on the news.
And if you aint from my hood you know you could get it.
We roll hella deep niggas screamin NO LIMIT
Im a thug nigga I lean when I walk
My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Huuughhhh)
Im a soldia and Im ready to ride
We got beef we could take it outside
(/Verse 1)
**Chorus**
(Verse 2)
We ridin dirty smokin windows tinted
Run up on the lac' this aint a movie but this the endin
I gotta nigga rollin with me name Oozy
We stop on the block and this boy aint choosy
The first one we see better break me off
And if yo shoes too big, Take the muther fuckers off
[Straight gutter, straight rugged rugged raw, wicked like you never saw, lets go to war] (UGGHH)!
[If talkin hell is hot my change is 50/50, If I die Im takin you with me So come and get me, In my chest yo bullets'll never hit me, Im vested up]
(WHAT!) [Touchin Talneshee nigga thats whats up]
We demand respect, Cuz yall niggas rookies
Dont make us act like cookie monster 'n take a niggas cookies
(UNGH!) No limit boyz rowdy and we dont give a fuck
C-Murder in dis bitch thro yo fuckin hoods up
(/Verse 2)
**Chorus**
(Verse 3)
(What!) Yo, tell Liberty theres some girl out here for her
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz. (Fuck them boyz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz. (Fuck them girlz)
Im ready willing and able to ride at any cause
Down to spark feelin Im Pedo and Im from boat
Chokin bitches with their weaves Im all up in their throat
I suggest you think about it cuz you dont really know (What!)
I can care less about yo rep up in the streets
I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep
No limit mommies only fooled by the baby face
Im not diggin yo man Im just thuggin for benjamins
So stop the hatin increase the radio cake
Im not familiar with you why you tryin to debate
Im in a light green laid back mirror glass tinted
You better keep yo day job youll never be in it
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz..boyz..boyz)
Master P [Talking]
Yo what you trippin on?
Didnt i tell u its gonn be alright?
I aint came up on somethin shorty
And i got u
Chorus:
Shorty keep your head up...
Even when u feed up...
Shorty keep ur head up...
Verse 1:
(Just listen)
I seen you in school shorty
Whats to do shorty?
You know im out here thuggin but whats up wit me and u shorty?
You need me im on the 3way
Im in the hood thuggin wit my homie ?????
What u say he aint treating you right?
Wuzzup babygirl you need a thugg in your life
Shorty keep your head up and ima be there
When you need me gurl even when you feed up
And i aint tryin to boost u up or shoot u up
But if u was money you'll be a million buks
Just be there when i need ya
And if ya hungry ima feed ya
Thats why them otha gurls wanna be ya.
And gurl u shouldnt settle for less settle for that
U a queen and u deserve the best
I know u dont know me
I 'member what u tol me
"And i like the way u hold me"
Chorus:
Shorty keep your head up...
Even when u feed up...
Shorty keep ur head up...
Even when u feed up
Verse 2:
I know you shooked
And really aint into meetin new guys
Think we all the same good for telin you lies
But i can understand that
I peep a frown ? on your face when i ask you "where you men at?"
But i aint really tryin to invade your space
Your heart been sheter all over the place
And you used to be a bright gurl now world is death
Got an attitude which u hadnt heard of him
Ima P.I.M.P but i'll treat you right
Did i ?? gurl never ??????
When i was broke on the block you was there for me
See you can cut through loose you dont compare to me
Cuz see im from the heart i just raned out of lies
I dont wanna be the reason tears run from your eyes
Think im 2 G'ed up for my feelings to show?
Well go right ahead keep thinkin you know
(You was wrong about me)
Chorus:
Shorty keep your head up...
Even when u feed up...
Shorty keep ur head up...
Even when u feed up
Verse 3:
Yo' ma im always seen you around but lately
Seem somethin keepin you down and
They say your x so abusive
You dont play sports how you get those bruses?
To be honest the dude is useless
Let me take u out the hood we can do this (ok)
You 2 cute to be seatin on the bench
You can start on my teem ma come n represent and
I can treat you better than that looser ever did
Cuz u dont deserve the type of stress that he give
I know im young but i can treat you right
And if he trippin then you need to b with me tonight
Ah and baby he dont have an ounce of respect for u thats y i think is Gangsta how u backed off and left the dude
Shorty age aint nothin but a number
If u need to get away take the Benz or the Hummer and
You say i dont know enough about you but i just cant see myself being Without you
YEAH
Chorus:
Shorty keep your head up...
Even when u feed up...
Shorty keep ur head up...
Even when u feed up
Man you need to cut all that woofin out
Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood
But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side
and can't even look a real nigga straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't talk
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your click don't wanna face me nigga
I'll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote
Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe
Slap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
That fool still talkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your elders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous
The New No Limit, we ain't scared to go to war
Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car
You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh poolay, fuck what you say
We get to stomping like soldiers in Peru Bay
Real thugs get it crunk in the club
You don't give a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my sleep
I'm addicted to money and weed but I love the freaks
You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the club
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, I'm a fool nigga, break the rules nigga
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga
See, I'm a bEast boy, I'm from the streets boy
You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy
Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy
(Where you at Buck?)
We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my G-Units still Cadillac'n
P, you know I been waiting to push a line with you dawg
P, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black Panther shit
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go
It's No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonna act like C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something rough
Take it back to the streets nigga, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh)
So me and Silkk The Shocker in a black Impala
Burnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what I been through, my bank account got it
Say brah
In this game called life
It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my life, for the better
So anybody that's out there seeking conviction
because of profanity in my music
then you don't understand me or my people
See my music is about keepin it real
It's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto
So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..
It don't get no realer than this
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through
Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weak
See I was born to be a G, that's why I learned to flip a key
From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave
Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustler til I'm dead
Fuckin wrong road but it's the right route..
Now picture me with the lights out!
Who can I turn to when time's hard?
Trust in no nigga, put my faith in God
Cause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed)
Once you on the bus you might not come back
To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)
And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up)
Sometime we do bad, but we all in it
You gotta learn to dream, cause there's No Limit, ya heard me?
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)
And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbs
I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns
Where hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbs
in the slums in the street, in the cold in the heat
Rest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleep
And the game never change it's still the same since you passed
We get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flash
To the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin rags
Tryin to feel a part of a family he never had
And it's sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wants
To avoid bein locked up, there's do's and don'ts
Use your head little soldier, keep the coke out your system
that ? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain
Only prayers will get you through, ain't no use to bein foolish
Ain't got one life to live, so be careful how you use it
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' problems you gon' have
The mo' people gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you
(The mo' they gon' want to STEAL from you)
So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it)
(Can't believe in nobody but God soldiers)
There ain't No Limit, ya heard me?
(Believe.. none of what you hear and half of what you see, huh)
(Picture me ballin.. think they wanna see a ghetto child
Comin out the Callio' project, makin Forbes magazine, Fortune?
Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid like me, make it in the NBA?
Huh, picture me ballin.. uh-huh, picture all of us ballin
Picture the haters fallin though, uh-heh
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad
Some say, life be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm only trying to play my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
Cuz came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga
I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randall gone man
Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why would they wanna, wish death on my life
They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound
I'm from a place, where it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you
I got a plan, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible
But you cowards start singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
This goes out to all the soldiers out there
All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction
Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength
ya heard me? (Hoody Hoo)
Don't let nothing hold you back
Keep your eyes on your enemies
and just remember a wise man learn, but a fool never will
it aint no limit soldiers
Dear Brother, I should I say soldiers of all colors
where we went wrong I wrote this love song for ya
Let me begin to tell ya how I love ya
and if your heart is anything like mine soldier I die for ya
You never met me but you felt my presence
Your father, Your son, your brother that's my essence
I'm only human so I stress like you, and I'm just like you,
and someday I gotta leave this flesh like you
We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand
in convictions, seeking confessions, but confused by the devil's hand
and no of us was born killers and thieves,
but its the evil we instill in the seed
Am I soldier cause I run against the seed wodie?
Don't nothing truly exist but your dreams wodie
and any times I find myself worshiping the morning
But when you catch me off track just put me back on it
with ya love....
All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Check it out
I bought this two tickets to see these No Limit movies
_Foolish_ _I Got The Hook Up!_ , me and my baby far from a hooker
It's good to see young men doing something right with their life
could be a the next Spielberg, I supported it I enjoyed it that night
We thug millionaries, everywhere, you look we ballin'
but there always gotta be somebody stupid to spoil it
I call it, everytime I see it, it gets me heated
this fake thugging, actin like they can't bleep shit
Another coward I gotta bury, I'm hot on you secondary,
we vow that you lesser than me
we last forever, mask together,
No Limit, Ill Will, Queensbrigde, killers cash forever
You feel this, have my whole projects on an airplane to kill shit
Made nigga before the money, killers taking all this from me
But I learned how to chill, now I'm rightfully living
Cause the clowns out here get you life in the prison.....Man
All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Now to you living mothers, havin' hell raising you brothers
cause the baby's daddy don't love ya
You still a queen ole' girl, don't let him get you down
Just do your thing if he real he gonna come around
but if he don't then you don't need him,
he man enough to make 'em but not man enough to feed 'em
and it kills him to see you suceeding
so keep your head in the clouds, bump this love song loud
and every bow, with your girls feeling proud
your heaven-sent,
and I don't understand how you settle for the scrubs it was never meant
You can do better by your lonely, there's nothing like being free
and it's never to late so baby go get your G.E.D
If you believe in you like I know you believe in me
then we can live in peace and no longer this misery
your world don't stop, and ain't no limit to trys
and just remember this dark is just some light in disguise
and my childern say Woah...
All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Wassup soldiers yall keep ya'll's heads up
It's hard times, we spread love
from ghetto's everywhere
from the south, to the east. to the world
wassup Nas, wassup Mac
we got chase our dreams, I'm chasing mines
Picture me in tha NBA
Picture me still living
Picture us all making changes
It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
And I don't even even think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To lose someone you love to this madness
And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final test
Hands got cold, God rest his soul
He walked out his body to another another episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end
Chorus:
I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side-to-side
But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side-to-side
It might be you
The next victim to ride in that black ride
Just another homicide for the West County Times
Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep
But would a young young live to see 2-3
Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies
Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball
Only fifteen, already got fiends
And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans
Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride
Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name
Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
Chorus
Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
You know the way he died, the same way he lived
Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve
Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright
But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock
Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song
Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home
4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse
Everybody had they lights on
And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved
His family cryin', but everybody gots to die
But you won't feel what they feel
'Till somebody in your family dies
Chorus
[Verse 1]
It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died
Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers
and aunties, and grandmamas left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me
said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone
oh my god my brothers gone
and I don't even fucking think I can go on
Cause it hurts to lose someone you love
to this madness of children's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs
Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final death
hands got cold, god rest his soul
He walked out his body to another fucking episode
the window open , they put him in the final front
and you know what happens in the end
(Chorus)
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
but who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Verse 2
Just another homicide, for that west county times
fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep
I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23?
Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call
used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball
Only 15, already got a beef
and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
livin off a high, rollin on this ride
bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time
Aint that a shame, took him out the game
same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name
Popped him in the chest, couldn't where his vest
the day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath.
(Chorus)
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
but who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.
Front, back, side to side
it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.
(Verse 3)
Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape
the ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
you know the way he died the same way he lived.
The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees
same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve
Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
god rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
scared for his life, his daddy took ghetto flight
left the funeral and mama said boy you know it's gonna be alright
but now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home
another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne
folks that's the game of life, aint no time to think twice
the same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife
Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock
another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock.
but now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his last song
six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home.
4 members, 3 cousin, 2 El dogs, a cop, and a hearse
everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave
see it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved
his family cried, "but everybody got's to die."
but you won't feel what they feel into someone in your family dies.
(Chorus)
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
but who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.
Front, back, side to side
it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.
(Master P talking)
Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease
This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there
my little brother Kevin Miller
Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis
Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Plan B., Gangsta Irvin,
Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.
Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker
All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin?
all my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill,
niggas in Corkshelf, P7,
all my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed.
and all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orlensas,
Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate
down here higher than a motherfucker
Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone
Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in
Texas, Washington, LA,
My niggas out there in Kansas City,
Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma,
and to all you other motherfucking niggas
that don't understand what this shit is about
we just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff
let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed
ya know what I'm sayin?
I wish I could seen they before they died
talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realize
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
now the spots hot, here come the cops
the ??????????, it's time to close up shop
time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead
Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
so we can remenisce to all the niggas missed
and when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this
cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
and every nigga in they momma done did dirt
or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got a gat
and these hoes, you can't love em
even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
but mind your own motherfucker and it's like that
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
rollin through the cuts
dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses
but everybody head turn when the coup passes
Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe
I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
this nigga, I am one
quick to use that A-K gun
on a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
2 to the dome will do your ass home
huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood
lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good
we need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent
we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
that's how it is on the first of every month
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
when I'm rollin through my hood
I see alot of factors, alot of actors
but since the money's low, I see alot of jackers
but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
and what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K
but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play
in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
but it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip
14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good
cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood
???? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
it's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee
can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust
it be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
in this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up
I seen this bitches, these niggas
these niggas all the same
it's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away
where I got my shit hid away in the cut
A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks
about to hit the track to come up on some scraps
hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
all night long nigga's hustle for paper
24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
you see it's still going down
motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
the silent sound
never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
straight passed away
and as well as we all know
it's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
now when I roll through my spot
i see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga
hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)
like that, check it out fool
it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
and if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
rollin through my hood
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
in this 97 space age hustle
(so what you sayin')
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls
I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz
No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up
Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what
(chorus 8x)
(Master P verse 2)
I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
TRU niggaz don't fall off this only the beginning
(P and Silkk)
Coming up for what, making hella bucks
Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us
(Master P)
Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic
After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas
(P and Silkk)
Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's
Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
(chorus 8x)
(Silkk)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
I live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black Frank Nitty see,
Oz's to make g's
the mayor gave me and P keys to the city
Livin' an American dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
But it's aaight cause you still wonder
I don't want your old lady
But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money
See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
600 we gonna be smashin' man
But since I can't spend no bitches
So I need some cash and thangs
(Chorus)
[Master P]
Check this out playa.
These niggas be quick to check another playa ya know what I'm sayin?
But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin with?
That bitch that they be buying all that jewelry for
and gettin they hair fixed.
That's goin be that bitch that's gonna get em killed
if they don't watch what they doin.
Ya know what I'm sayin?
See what I'm sayin though.
You gotta watch these old cornroll head bitches man.
[Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
Fools PH'in, rollin on Dayton's, but you better watch dees hoes x2
[Master P]
(Some of these hoes jack)
Wendy look cool but this is a bad move
Jump in your Benz and pick up another dude
Ain't that some shit G
That bitch say she loves you now she loves me
And the game get wicked
She only fuckin with a nigga cause you slangin chicken
And if you was broke then you would know
That bitch only hangin with a nigga cause he slang dough
And wipe off that develish grin
Cause when you dead and gone she'll be fuckin your best friend
Now that's kinda hectic
Make me wanna pop a bitch neck and move back to Texas
[Mo B. Dick]
Chorus x2
[Silkk]
Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too
They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who
Now um what, a nigga like me TRU
so I don't play that game that you hoes play
But I won't stay where you stay
Now this be the time where the 9 be like buckin
I gots no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin
Fuck what, these hoes be like scandelous, I don't understand it
Niggas be riding by my SEL, some of these hoes be like man it
When Silkk be at the crib countin my stack up
Bangin my sack up, you hoes better back up before I leave you jacked up
[Mo B. Dick]
Chorus x2
[Mr. Serv-On]
Do you see what I see
Along with Silkk and P
Do you know what I know
Definately not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots
Once I hit that G spot, you know I'm long like some stretch pots
I ain't trippin if some hoes look like Robin Givens
I'm shootin a three to the grill like Scottie Pippen
Hell yeah I'm trippin
My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip
Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend
We can fuck till the end and when the morning comes
If you flakin bitch I'm a leave your whole fuckin body shaking
[Master P]
Damn, yall niggas better be watchin these old bitches
that be tryin to get a nigga for cabbage and cornbread.
[Mo B. Dick]
Chorus x2
[Tre-8]
Now since I'm gettin paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me
Claimin that they pregnant and them hoes just met me
I hate to bust your bubble and I hope your not emberrassed
But I only fucked you once so why you talkin bout marriage
I only hit and run bitch I'm too young to chill
And I never say I love ya cause I know it ain't for real
So chill with that dumb shit cause I'm the one that run shit
And I ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with
Dumb bitch
I guess you figure I'm a pimp right
So don't playa hate me, bitches get your shit tight
[Mo B. Dick]
Chorus x2
[Master P]
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Fiend]
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus--Master P x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos
[Chorus--Master P x2]
[Silkk the Shocker]
I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that
[Chorus--Master P x2]
[Mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack
[Chorus--Master P x3]
[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell..
-Check this out uhhhh
-I mean
-you ever had one of them gangsta relationships
-I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote
[Chorus]
I can be your nigga
He can be you man
You don't have to leave him
Everybody need a back-up plan
[Master P]
Jump in my 97 Hummer and riside
You be Ms Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde
Together we be catchin g's
Flipping keys, smokin weed
It's all about you and me
Causing major pain on this dope game
You be Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you that nigga
But you my bitch
Since we banging, I guess we one click
You be that nigga that I drink with
And you don't even trip if i was to let a freak kiss
You give me rubbers so I can stay strapped
You say you can't catch no fucking rat
Without a mouse trap
So we be kicking it like g's
Its a drought, but you got a connect on some keys
You roll up the and drink 40s'
You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party
We walk past security cause you got the strap
And when my homies see ya
You the only female they give dap
You the only nigga that I'll kiss
Make love to and still do some gangsta shit with
Like Menace to Society we kick it
I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms Jada Pinkett
[Chorus x4]
[Mia X]
I lays back and chill
Why you ills with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal
Be riding ghetto thrills
But still the bitch behind the trigger
The bitch about her scrilla
The bitch to smack her nigga
If the tone faintly rises in his voice
The choice is mine
When it comes to haters living or dying
Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby
The unlady like mistress
Be all about illicit business
Bitches witness us together looking tenderly
But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me
I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers
Bounce on the dick and help me pull off a mean caper
That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care
Other hoes get x'd out in what we share yeah
I give you rubbers for your friends for show
Take me shopping tomorrow
Short change them hoes
Save them 3 more nuts for me
Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed
Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body
Take me off to Jamaica
Then take your wifey to (aloha) Hawaii
I don't mind being number 2
You keep more ice on my hands and wrists
Than an ink blue
And if it all falls through you still got me
Yout true bitch nigga down to hustle
From plan B
[Mia X]
Like that nigga
[Master P]
Like that nigga
[Mia X]
But only if you bout it
Master P: Only if you bout it
[Mia X]
I can be your mistress
You can keep your wifey
I understand
I'm all good with this back-up plan
[Chorus]
"Ooohhhwee"
(feat. Weebie)
To the beat y'all
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!
[Master P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
Bring it to the next girl, bring the toys
On the dash, little shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'"
I'ma perky boy this, like to do the ass
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Nelly Nay girl where you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank
[Chorus One]
[Master P] Say that then
[Weebie]
I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo'
Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it
Act a fool and wobble wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle
Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two: Weebie]
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it
Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby
[Master P]
Mary had a big ol' butt as tight as Jesus shorts
And every club that Mary was at then thugs would show the gold
That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a model
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A real country mamma cook bricks and eggs
And she don't leave the farm herself to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she love the ball
Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall
Buyin, high heels on some leather boots
And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Master P over Chorus Two]
Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and what?
Told y'all (?) ain't no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on when ya catchin us
[Master P (Weebie)]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley
I'm about to (?) wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
and uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that
chorus:
the eye contact that you and I share
make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
if I could I would
and I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
the eye contact that you and I share
make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
if I could I would
and I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya
work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood
up and down like a roller coaster
from your stomach to your back
let a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps
9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps
crispy clean, no strings attached
little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
CHORUS
I heard you want a romance
wont you lay up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve
on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home
and prove that I flip other things besides ounz
tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome
he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on
you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me
please use engenuity when you doing me
damn you blues with you matching hot shoes
pretty legs but knees gone get bruised
there's no one gonna get used
straight to the point shorty
look I'm trying to do something
CHORUS
back stage at the concerts peepin
you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin
far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone
maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song
camouflauge love all night making me moan
thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight
but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight
take my address down so you can write
but for now lets do something
fuck the frontin and the talking
my dogs just about barkin
take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on
and go to the war with me
pager number's on the desk
hit me when you trying to do something
CHORUS
[EA-Ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
trying to show me much love
cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
now they wanna kiss ass
but hold up bitch all your getting is a luck pass
trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the SKI & CMT you said fuck it
only came around when things was kinda cool
but did you really think I'd go out like a fucking fool
oh hell no, I kept my shit tight
now the Ski & CMT is sitting on something right
your like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood
thats why I slide on your ass cause it makes me feel good
all this shit you talk when im not around
get your crown on nigga but you still aint down
I got something for ya'll
a nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
cause if I trust ya for a minute
you would have had a motherfucking knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will fuck you the worst
punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
you ain't down cause I trust nobody
[Chorus/Master P]
I trust nobody x2
[Master P]
one by one in this century
brothers are dying getting killed
and sent to penitentary's
and your right hand man could have been a snitch
you think like a hoe you go out just like a bitch
so face 'em to the facts bro'
and end up dead like this other nigga I used to know
I guess its kinda sad G
but it really didn't face me til the funeral car passed me
and what about them tagalongs
them mother mother fuckers that are driving with the lights on
could have been the killers
but nobody really cares he died on dope dealers
but that dont mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
and I dont trust a soul from them nigga by my house
to them niggaz down by the store
when niggaz say they like me
thats the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
mama say boy you have no friends, ha
I should have listened then
dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks
pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast
when niggaz said freeze P
I thought to myself, huh, this nigga knows me
but I didn't find it funny
pulled out my motherfucking 9 when they asked me for my fucking money
but he didn't even shoot
he must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
Im steady pullin' I blast for the driver to the passenger
four niggaz dead in the car I laugh at ya
now I gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess Its kinda sad, a tear rolled down my eye cause I knew his ass
his name was little Peewe
thats the same motherfucking nigga I was trying to help G
good thing I thinked fast, cause if I think a nigga gonna do me
Im gonna do his ass, cause a bitch will get you killed
niggaz like to steal, and aint no thing is a good dope deal
so I live just like John Montgotti, ha
I Trust Nobody
[Chorus]
[Master P]
yeah you know what im saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
in the game you know what im saying
you gotta keep your eyes open you know, a lot of niggaz try to get
niggaz, and the same nigga that you rolling with could be the nigga
trying to get you, so a nigga like me you know what im saying
I trust nobody I hope you nigga catch on to what im saying
Peace. Im outtie.
Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH!
WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA
Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi?
I'm right 'cross the street whodi
And I think I seen the beast whodi!
It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once
I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt
My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat
Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back
Ran up the block it was like a movie
I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi
I knocked on the doors
and it broke the mirror [CRASH]
I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??)
It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up
Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck
Headed to the club, the party's off the hook
Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook
He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you
Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*}
Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines
Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime
I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve
And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans?
Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad
Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag
Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime
Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine
It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time
Thugs move, no rules bottom line
You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*}
Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine
Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg
October 31st niggaz need to be caged
No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force
Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts
It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price
Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice
When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life
You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight
Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night
Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life
Trick or TREAT, kiddies!
Bout to deliver the mail once again
"Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH!
I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY
Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha)
Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat!
Junebug, you better take that mask off
[Chorus x 4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4
I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy
Girl you ain't got my cash
You won't see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
Bitch I'm gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
I'm kickin' doors down
Tryna' get my money
Leavin' fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don't give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin'
That's why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D
[Chorus x 4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good G
That's when I told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater
But I ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin' in the back
I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told B to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
They call me Nino Brown
Or fuckin' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city
[chorus x 4]
Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)
-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to roll
-Pass me them nigga chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G nigga, load your shit up
Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me
If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your final call, I mean your final breath
And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game
Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live, psyche
Chorus:
It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights)
I think I see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive slow)
I think I see the enemy (dim the lights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think I see the enemy (roll down the window)
This will be your last drink, nigga (roll down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck
Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money
But ready to roll with my homies
And after the party, once again its on G
Chorus
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder
I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, bitch this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle
Got cho' head weaving and wobbling
Crying, you scared to die you slobbin
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright
Chorus
[Chorus - Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner
Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon slang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never fall nigga
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em
[Chorus - Master P]
[Layzie Bone]
Little Lay done traveled around the world
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sleep
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
Fuck the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down
[Chorus - Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
Nigga better get on the floor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back
Fucked up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a fucked up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets
Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
Fuck them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
Fuck niggas don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will fucking fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans
My niggas at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P
[Chorus - Master P]
[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
[Master P]
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
Where they at
I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes
And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby
You just wanna ride and get inside
So yall can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches wanna ride with me
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute
but they braids is ?????, I don't know
I'd rather fuck with a thug girl
cause they're minus some steady, so here we go
I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store
And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour
I said look here girl, are you so sure
And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more
Your the best thing I ever had
I wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad
I aint mad but I aint glad
Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had
She wanted to take the ring off my finger
So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer
I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle
Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers
I'm looking for a thug girl
[Master P]
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
[Silkk The Shocker]
They wish they knew why a girl like you
would do all the things that you do
But they should understand that you our biggest fan
And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man
Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine
I wrote this rhyme just for your kind
Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place
Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face
Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back
Aint no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that
[Master P]
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A down south thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A west coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
An east coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A midwest thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
Verse 1: [Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't like that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
Cause they blastin', life is like plastic
But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket
Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
who would live to see the long age of 23?
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam
But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead
Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red
Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered
With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit
Now you a victim of society another statistic
I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street
The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete
I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies
Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby
Chorus: [Master P & Mo. B Dick]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Verse 2: [Master P]
Watch you back in the ghetto black
Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat
Back in the day, I thought we was a family
My little brother on the street corner selling crack
Only 15 used to be a quarterback
I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie
I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me
Started tweakin said that she needed crack
Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black
I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me
I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth
My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag
But they kill over that blue and red rag
Chorus:
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Verse 3: [Master P]
I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood
Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot
Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop
My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L
A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell
I try to be legit and start my own company
'Till these sucker want to bump into P
They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do
How could another person tell you what to do
I could tell you to rob or steal or kill
Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill
For being the first person on this little earth
Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth
And who would be the next victim to lose his life
And who would be the next one to make a life
But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid
So one day they can grow up and make it big
But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
Cause y'all know we livin in the last days G
Chorus:
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
To the beat y'all
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
from the Bently to the Lexus, girl bring the toys
On the dance floor shorty started takin' it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told the waiter "Don't stop, keep bringin' the Cris'"
i'ma country boy like to Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Elle Nay girl where you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank
Say that then
I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo'
Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it
Act a fool and wobble wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle
Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it
Back it up and hustle wit it, touch the ground and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby
Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it showed
And every club that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go
I mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a bottle
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A real country mamma cook grits and eggs
And she don't leave the farm except to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she love the ball
Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall
Buyin, high heels on some leather boots
And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!
Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and what?
Told y'all clowns ain't no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on when ya catchin us
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley
I'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
(Master P)
I don't know where I'm going to
but selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See I been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
And when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality I guess I damn lost it all
just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
rest in peace, yeah they killed him G
I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the P
and if they do I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood
you know the ghetto's tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 2X
The ghetto's trin to kill me
they might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
(Master P)
I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
but i can't because the game gives me dividends
see in the game my hella partnas depend on me
So when I go out I'm going out like my dead homies
Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me Master P, killer call me Al Capone
Because when I die they probably won't remember me
But while I'm here those marks can't fade the P
You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the P you get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me
Chorus: repeat 2X
(Silkk)
I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope
I try to go straight, but I still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because Silkk riding on those thangs
having visions on how I'm going to die G
Will I die up in this game or will I die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a P, y'all should feel me
I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 4X
Yeah like my partna Too $hort said
"Get In Where You Fit In
just remember Life Is Too $hort"
-Some say you can change the ghetto
-But you can't
-I mean you can't change the people in there
if they don't want to change
Imagine this, imagine that
Everything you want in life, you will never get
From the ghetto cause its crazy
Most niggas want rose ?? but they get daisies
Imagine this, little kids with no shoes on
And every homeless person I see
I'm willing to take them home
But I can't cause my life is pure misery
Every dollar i make, ten go back to Hillary
And Bill, I guess life is real
But I know deep inside I was dealt a bad deal
And life ain't fair
I don't care
Even though I know one day
I'll probably be leaving out of here
But life has no meaning
We was born dreaming
But I was born scheming
Imagine this, David Duke as our President
Imagine ?Nuey Gambles? as his best friend
And Robert Dole would be his best man
But ya'll steady lookin at us for cocaine
I don't own a plane, I don't own a boat
I don't ship no fuckin dope, from coast to coast
Most niggas either locked up or in chains
Black on black crime fool
You know the ghetto will never change
Chorus:
But I'll keep holding on
(But the ghetto won't change)
I'll keep holding on
(These little kids ain't got a chance)
I'll keep holding on
(This world ain't the same)
I'll keep holding on
(That's why the ghetto won't change)
Imagine life without no rain
Imagine everybody that you know has the same name
And we all would be in sin
Imagine bout you, killing your best friend
That's how it is in the ghetto G
Nobody care about you, her, him or me
But they quick to point the finger
But what if the shoe or the ring was on the other finger
And the ghetto was good
And the neighborhoods like the suburbs wasn't all good
That's where the dope would be at
And the people in the ghetto would live fat
But it ain't all good like that
Cause the ghetto is crazy
I mean the people live like rats
Taking from they brothers, they sisters, they cousins
And niggas would kill they own mother
Behind some rock cocaine
But this is some shit that I don't understand
Them bullets ain't got no names, so you better duck
For you be (blew) ridin in that black truck
And when you take that long ride
Leaving the ghetto trying to get that piece of pie
Trying to hustle, trying to make a come up
But in the end you will get done up
Chorus:
Gameface (what, what, what, what, what)
UUUNNNGGGHHH! WE BACK!
Boy! (fuck boy) They scared to bust boy! (bust boy)
We on the grind boy! (grind boy) With that high boy! (high boy)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
Shout capish! (hold on) Take it outside (Fuck them haters)
Take it outside (fuck them haters) take it outside
Lovers, stealers, thugs, killas
Gameface on, animals, forilla
Riders, dope dealers, hustlas, bangers
Wild coyotes, them No Limit swangers
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what)
Take it outside (what) we ready to ride (what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) we ready to ride (what, what)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
Duck down when you see me, I'm ready to ride
C-P-3, Caliope wodie ready to die
Come in, stuntin figga then I'm takin your life
And if you owe me somethin wodie then I want it tonight
Cause I'm a, real soldier, thought I told ya
Lay ya down for the White Coca-Cola
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy
White T-shirts, P. Miller jeans
Soldier bandanas you know them thugs on the scene
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie!
Tear da club up!
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Chorus:
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day
hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay
stop all the hatin I can't take it no more
Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his own enemies
his baby mama with him in a short skirt
his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse
his friend took his life for the mighty dollar
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner
cause haters be all up on me
tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese
and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
set you up for a caper
dont wanna see you make no money then take ya
gotta figure out how to get what you got
cause haters be the same niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you have
and the things they'll never have
Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get
You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix
I heard you spreading rumors
Im really not impressed
I tell you only one time
with my scrilla fool dont mess
Verse 3: Fiend
I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors
see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards
non-packers
I'm strapped like P
or C
they ask for me
capture me
but im going out with a blast
I put that on some cash
I'm standing last
for some ass
yall young crazed punks are trippin
dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my
I'm admitting
that I'm not only on the thwat
but I know i got stopped
on tha
and its understood that I'm not
one of the best niggas that ever lived
but I got some advice to give
and that is
Chorus
Verse 4: Silkk
I wonder why they hatin for Probably cause we got G's,
mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys
But really I cant fade them
Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa
I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies
I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time
I know most of my niggas can feel me
when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me
But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends
like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz
Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something
dont worry about how i got mines
always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine.
and kill me
it kills me
its digusting cause I got a few G's
they try to rob me
but they know they wont touch me
smile in your face and talk shit behind your back
but I just cant call it or catch
but i still got G's and Im still ballin
Chorus till fade
(Master P)
wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer
Wassup Underwood California we cant lose
wassup to all my boys in Richmond
all my boys in the Caliope
all my boys locked down in jail
this Master P No Limit Records
(Wassup Big Boz)
DaLastDon
(Wassup Mean Green)
We Cant Be Stopped
I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas
even though you still hate you cant stop playas
(Beats by the Pound)
Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas
(Wassup to my little brother Silkk)
Texas (C Murder)
Atlanta (Wassup Fiend)
Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon)
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
all them playas out there
California (Mr. Serv On)
East Coast (Sonya C)
Mid West, Down South
and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand
(Wassup Foxy Brown)
Yeah we did that Party don't stop
ah ha
Playas lookin up baby
Verse 1
Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds I was rolling on
Car full of smoke as I tried to get my perk on
Straight doulja, sipping on gin and juice
Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose
On my way to Berkley with this hoochie
Non-stop to the motherfucking jacuzzi
Didn't have latex so I stopped at 7-Eleven
That's when I knew the P was marked for a 211
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front page
I'd rather leave them hoes bleeding from they ski masks
Then find a P caught up in a fucking bodybag
And most these hoes ain't nothing but sluts
Slip a nigga that ass and die for the guts
But I didn't panic when them hoes was riding deep
I remained calm just like a g
And as I break them hoes off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads open
Blood dripping from them bitches like a waterfall
The bitch screaming, but I'm gone fuck them all
Got some head from the bitch as I dropped her off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue
(Chorus x4)
You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack
Verse 2
3 o'clock on a Saturday damn it is a good day
Sunny than a motherfucker, bitches hanging out
Clock the nice grip, hit the cut than strip
Seen a bitch on the solo looking for this negro
Dipped to this side got the information
Went to call her up hooked it up
I think she fiening for the bone
I set it up for the nina and its 8:53
I hit the block up the top perking off the Hennessy
Got inside the joint, man this bitch major thick
Rushed her to the room bounced up on the bitch major quick
Busted me a quickie out of the door I'm ready to go
Steadily creeping from the back was a bitch with the mac
Put the chopper to my dome wanted my scratch and my ??
And I'm thinking to myself what the fuck's going on
Get jacked by a bitch fuck this
I pulled out my 80 and dumped six shots to her gut
Before the hoe got the bitch for ??
She riding in a station wagon black
For trying to jack
(Chorus x5)
[Snoop]
ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts
the underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause
breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
lets keep this shit straight G
and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
ya heard me
[Master P]
We ridas, we ridas, we ridas
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Sillk]
its yo 504 boys blastin one mo
then we bust and here we go
then hit the mothafuckin flow
cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ??
and I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal
and we be on these fake mothafuckin niggas like it was a corner back
see much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back
we stayin strapped wit two two threes
wit mothafuckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys
blowin weed by da trees
now all my south to west
them niggas rowdy
and all them niggas that north to da east
them niggas get bout it (uuungh)
[Snoop and Mystikal]
nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Mystikal]
we fuck we smoke we bank we blast
when we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin
makin hang yo ass
bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass
oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass
Snoop fuckin wit this bitch you can't get mad
its a big bank thang so we actin bad
now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know
we represent them niggas out that five o fo
thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us
Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us
I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya
might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka
[Snoop and Mystikal]
nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Snoop]
one lone lee D P I C
hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat
I always keep a roach in my baseball cap
I page P fo a double up
an that nigga ain't even call me back
I strode to the spot where my sack is at
I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac
I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my
transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine
now take me to the spot where them gangstas at
so I can set up shop an rock my new glock
I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya
I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah
D O double gizzy gots ta get busy
from the south to da west we ridahs
hatas miss me
[Snoop and Mystikal]
nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga
[Master P]
mercinary soldias, convicts and killas
drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us
I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it
and if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin
it ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate
Mystikal
pass me them thangs an lets get em\
hit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside
an if anybody home, then everybody die
nigga, we don't talk nigga
we do that gangsta walk
an when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk
[Snoop and Mystikal]
nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Master P]
We ridas nigga
Master P, Sillk the Shocker,Mystikal and Snoop Dogg
whole mothafuckin No Limit troops
we ridas
we ridas
we ridas
nigga we don't talk we ridas
OK you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.
Chorus (2x):
I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why I ride with alot of killers with me
Master P:
The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game
Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga
Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope
Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee
L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g
Cause this game is so real
And niggaz hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed
??????
Chorus (4x)
The Commision #1:
Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick
The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit
From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it
Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented
Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be Ph'n
Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation
The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up
Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't
Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump
Chorus (4x)
The Commision #2:
The shit about to slow we living
Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz
The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz
Living this triple beam dream
Godfather bless a nigga with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
The other level living like better shit
They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit
Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit
The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position
The Commision #3:
I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty
I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my Hilfigger
I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead
A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded
With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it
Chorus (2x)
Snitch: What's happening?
Snoop: What you mean what's up, nigga
Snitch: What, what's happening man?
Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here
Snitch: For what, what's happening
Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?
Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man
Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you
Snitch: Man, you trippin' man
Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga
Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog
Snoop: You snitching now, nigga
Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching
Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you nigga
Come here bro
Snitch: Oh man
Snoop Doggy Dogg:
How many real niggas is locked away
Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head
Giving them niggas code names
Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it
'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy
Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my shit
I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him
Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk
Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real niggaz locked up
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
Just like a bitch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and P we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches
Muthafuck you snitches
Chorus:
Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches
Master P:
I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
Nigga riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin'
Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking
My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the bitch he got a camera
But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed
Master P:
Snitches, snitches, snitches
Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz
But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga
Niggaz with dresses, snitches
This for y'all bitches
To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain
Watch y'all muthafuckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses
I know who y'all is niggaz
[Master P]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit like fuck the police
See I can never fuckin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if I think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[Master P]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the P would come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now I went big time, I got 'em all ass kissin'
I roll in the Benzo, sittin' on Lorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the Underground alone I done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-looked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, I gotta shoot you up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[Master P]
So I refuse to get paid like them other dummies
Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money
You see I gotta fuck 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up
Lookin' for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked like a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground I rule
Success came fast but I done paid hella dues
Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a nigga up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up
[Master P]
Yeah niggas you better break your mother fuckin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this Underground shit for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year
I got my partner Calli G close to me
Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fuckin' house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!
This is a public service annoucement for safe sex
Safe sex is what I kick
Cause you never know when you'll meet a freaky chick
Just Put a condom on your dick some like to suck ohh Fuck!
I like it like dat but I want one lubricated the one like
Jimmy had it's so cool that's no doubt she wants to take a
[?] she gonna have to turn it purple like the inside out.
I don't play when it comes to my D-I-C-K
I don't give a fuck
When it comes to a virgin i wear a wet suit anyway
Because ya never can tell bitches take baths in glow rocks
so they pussy won't smell but it won't work
I never play the part of a motherfuckin jerk if I don't love her
I wear a rubber
I keep a Jimmy in my pocket I (I got mine)
I keep a Jimmy in my pocket I (I got mine)
Safe Sex!
Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on
Fuck these hoes they just ding-dongs
Mama need shoes
The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9
For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's
1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7
Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger
Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz
But I really don't give a fuck
Ready to take a motherfucker out if he try to press his luck
Ask one of them hoes what the fuck are ya lookin at
I knew he was a punk
Cause a nigga step back ready to leave the motherfuckin game
Walkin with a lean ya know what I'm sayin?
Never them motherfuckers broke but I ain't no joke
Potnahs are clean ya know
Rollin' the dice...
Rock a bye haters,
Down they go,
Fuck with No Limit,
And you'll meet my...
Suckas talk shit,
Cause they know that I'm rich,
And some niggas mad,
Cause I done fucked,
They bitch.
Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker
and when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot)
Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot)
nothing but assholes and elbows
bitch come on you done do it
(Chorus)
Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep
its a motherfucking robbery nigga
Verse 1 (C-Murder)
Don't move or I'm a break you off somthing proper,
with this automatic motherfucking static stopper
aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for
but somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor
gimme yo money 'for I act the donkey
crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me
I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies
we gotsta handle this shit like G's
let me think for a second I gotsta get my respect Bitch!
Come here I snatch your motherfucking kid
I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga
(??????) Man, whatchou got to work with, you aint got no silence around?
(??????) I ain't need no fuckin' silence, when I see this nigga I'm gonna blow
his fuckin' socks off.
(??????) As soon as the nigga come through the door bro, we gonna kill this
nigga.
(Walking)
(??????) Man, be quiet, be quiet, here they come.
(Click, more walking.)
(??????) Man, you cut the lights off?
(??????) Fuck no man, who turned the fuckin' lights off?
(??????)......fuckin thought you turned the lights off.
(??????) Fuck no bro!
(Master P) Naw nigga, I cut the mother-fuckin lights off.
BOOM! BOOM!
It's oahkay mayn! Yeh it's oahkay (it's oahkay mayn)
They don't wanna see you retire mayn (uh-ahh)
Why dey wanna fuck witchu? Why do they wanna fuck witchu?
We don't bother nobody (nobody mayn)
We don't bother nobody (nobody) unless somebody bother us
They wanna bring it now? (They wanna bring it?)
We can bring it dere mayn (We can do this mayn!)
So fuckin big (so big) so fuckin big
Run Forrest! Ha HAHHH!
I'm right behind you nigga so you can't hide
You done FUCKED UP now!
Shay hello to my little friend!
YO hah YO hah YO hah
Yo..
Look what y'all made me do nigga, we just tryin to live
Crossed the family one time, and we ain't tryin to forgive
We ain't nuttin but some thug niggaz that's, trapped in crime
And how we end our beef? We click clack them nines
I was taught at the beginning
taught to win it
DON'T FUCK WIT ME MAYN!
I got a short temper
Niggaz spreadin rumors tappin our phones make a nigga, wanna do bad
? get money stashed, ? on his ass
Foreign cars with at least a hundred on dash
(You thought you'd be paid right?) But not this rich
Thought about a, 4 or 5, then a brother betta, cop me a 6
Now find me in the studio somewhere, droppin hits
Overlookin the product somewhere, choppin bricks
We makin the hood, or we gon' TAKE IT TO THE HOOD
Yeah we gangsters difference between us and y'all
WE MAKE IT LOOK GOOD
TAKE E'RYTHING DEEP
go all out [two shots]
{*rapid fire*} Said E'RYTHING - y'all know what we about
If you a soldier, then raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
But if you a soldier, then raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
Now if you a soldier, raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
But if you a soldier, raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
I told y'all the ghetto was a trap, but y'all fools didn't listen
I mean you like to cut class that's why you always missin
Are you broke, are you old, are you rich, are you cold
Are you mad at me cause yo' shit didn't go gold?
Take a slug to the dome nigga
boo-yaa boo-yaa [two shots]
{*rapid fire*} Cause I squeeze the fuckin trigger, ha hahh!
Now I'm back for revenge nigga, fuck your friends
I got automatic weapons that'll, do you in
Fuck with SILKK, then you fuckin with P
But if you FUCK WITH MY MONEY, then you fuckin with me
See it's real out in the streets and y'all niggaz be fakin
We all about the cheddar y'all bout grits and bacon
I'm bout gettin paid for life, y'all bout livin trife
And that Benz that you lovin, I had it the other night
[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up
say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
[Master P]
I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller
Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999
So holla at me, whody, he's the one who b's
Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo
I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+
And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all
I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all
Grab it - than take me to the booth
tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
[Master P]
So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready
Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy
Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good
Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods
I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk
Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk
I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew
They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten
But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen
Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block
Nigga, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya
I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas
I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas
And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed
He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
[Silkk]
Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap
Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that
I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya
They label me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I will be
And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me
For real, P - Fo real we
Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep
Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep
Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act
I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat
I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap
(Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that
Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players
(...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours
You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters
I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later
Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit
Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it
So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off
Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you"
And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker
(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo
right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
sing along, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'
There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga betta then
That's why we dealin'
(C'mon everybody)
We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T
I say "Your hole there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes
In other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket
See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top it
I talk to the bitch ... before I kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red
I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real
Yo man, whacha think about that
(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit
But see, I'm back
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a bloody murda
Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
Master P:
'73 Caddie with the top dropped
Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
Who he was?
I couldn't see
But I knew one day that would be me
Had more game than the average bro'
And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
Straight killa, I mean for real 'a
He kept his cash in the top of his brilla
I mean his dime was tilt to the side
And when he walked on the turf it was swowl, I mean smooth
Striaght fool, got more bitches than Payless got shoes (Damn)
I guess I got my game from an OG
It's the 90's and everybody know P
Independent but can't be stopped
But how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk, and Cali G
Big Ed, C-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man
Simply Dre':
If it don't make dollars, don't make sense
I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends
Master P:
Tryin' to get it
Got to get it
Got to have it
Might steal it
Might take it
Got to have it
Got to grab it
Let me have it
Simply Dre':
I'm just a playa with some game, oh?
Master P (Silkk the Shocker):
A G to the heart out to get a grip
(But Silkk has got your back in case y'all just might slip)
Come one come all, that's how we ball
(So hop in your ride and I'll meet you at the Playa's ball)
That's how we roll
(Easy come, easy go)
Don't have your pass
(Then y'all won't be gettin' in the door)
See it's a playa's thing
(And it's a G thing)
And we gon' party all night, and drink champagne
(Don't need no carriage)
Straight savage
(You know us playas in the bay, you know we livin' lavish)
Parlayin', Not playin', East Bay hustlers getting' paid for what we
sayin'
Were movin' young flakes up to the street
Across the world, ship for SMG
Down South, to the East Coast, from the West Coast to rich and million
people
OG's puttin' in work
Like some brand new panties under Halle Barry's mini-skirt
Still hoo-ride, with that gangsta beat
Short Spice got theirs I want mines G
Still got love for my folks
Lil' Ric, E-A-Ski, and Sonya C
Big Worm, Young Ric, B-Boy, Mac Spoon, my whole click
OG's gotta come fat
Put the town on the map
The whole Richmond got my back
Just some playa with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man
Simply Dre':
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends
Master P:
Got to get it
Got to have it
Might steal it
Got to take
Got to grab it
Cause you know I've got to have it
Simply Dre':
He's just a playa with some game
Talkin' 'bout Master P
Master P:
A real playa gone, put to rest
KV ain't too cool to wear a vest
Playa haters, caught 'em on the back street
Before he left me, this is what he said G
King George:
Check this out youngster
The game is only thick as you want it to be
Playas don't die, we multiply
There's a million playas around the world
??? only playa haters fall off
You see what I'm sayin'? (I see what ya sayin' man)
Simply Dre':
You better listen
Master P:
Draped in gold (Gold)
Rollin' fo's (Fo's)
Caught light song as we roll to his funeral (To his funeral)
It's a sad day, but we alright (Alright)
Lexus coupe, Benz's, Roll's tight
Candy paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral, we don't cry
Just talk to the younger players and hope that they realize
Simply Dre':
Ya gotta keep your game tight, if ya wanna be a playa
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (No, no)
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (No, no)
And ya heard it from a playa with some game (Uh-huh)
I'm just a playa with some game
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us
Man it was large as shit
Verse 1 (JT the Bigga Figga)
Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing
So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential
Players in the game without no shame to fault me
Realize that they surprised that you tried to salt me
I backed up off ya, I seen ya coming
Doing a 100 or more running, so now I'm gunning
If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played
Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade
Afraid of who is what you ask me
Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you didn't know
Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor
Verse 2 (Master P)
Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators
Imitators man I mean player haters
You know the type, that's quick to fucking give you dap
And all the while, they ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesite
And make love to your bitch almost every night
Caught you slipping and you died like a perpetrator
On your tombstone should read player hater
(Chorus)
I ain't saying no names
Its alot of player haters ain't true to the game
Verse 3 (Master P)
Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move don't budge don't even flinch
Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends
I should put you on your back once they get your scraps
Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat
And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold
But don't trip cause that's just a bad episode
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke
At sometime you die in this game for selling dope
But if you don't sell dope, than you gotta kick it
And them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick it
Verse 4 (San Quinn)
Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this
Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit
Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya
Lets hit that niggas field
Coming from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel
My ?? of real is a step away from nothing happened
Pick up the mic and get to rapping
Stepping like the?? making all these hoes something vicious
Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness
You taking winners to ?? while I caught myself
Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the Bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest to make way
Before I break him down with the og russian cickle
When the shit don't tickle
My show won't pickle and I ain't no buster
You player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustler
And its like that for the 94 nigga
(Repeat 3x)
And its like that and its like that
And you player hating niggas don't like that
That's right ya'll
I guess I should let ya'll know what bein an Ice Cream Man
is all about since it's the Ice Cream Man theme song
But what I want ya'll to do for me is light ya
weed,lay back and we gon take a ride
A ride all the way through
Through the Ice Cream Man's whole life.
Mo B. Dick:
I'm sittin in a room full of hoes with some sexy ass bodies
Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.Ain't fuckin wit nobody
I'm scopin em out without a doubt.I see big booties hangin out
My dick is gettin hard like it's about to pop out of socket.
I can't believe what I'm seein.
I must be straight (geein)
cause I got all these hoes in my pocket.
I'm just a playa from around the way.
I'm hustlin just to see another day.
I'm just a playa from around the way.
I'm hustlin just to see another day.
Playa haters gettin sick cause they can't get with my click
cause we took all their bitches
But the niggas know the deal cause we packin that steel
and dumpin mothafuckasin ditches
So hey, it's another day for me to play
as I slang my yay and get paid off these smokers
You don't know the deal cause this thing is real
mothafuckas, I ain't jokin, I ain't jokin
Master P:
I'm on a porch with these killas.Must be a drug dealer
I run from the taz.Call me banana peeler
I got that HK cocked ready to block.
Ain't no love on my block.Got this dope in my sock
My little brother hooked it up tryin to get big
In the ghetto I seen another man lose his wig
But I ain't trippin off the dope-game
I'm too deep in my hood slangin heroin and cocaine
Silkk The Shocker:
Way too deep to turn back now.
My homies tryin to jack now
Put away the sack down.Now I gots my gat now
You bitches better raise up off the tip
of us playas tryin to strive and stay alive, Fuck the 9 to 5
I'm all about the papers.Niggas tryin to chase the
million dollar spot with a glock and a caper
Master P:
We some macks like Goldie.Ya'll can't hold me
I'm Oulajawon dunkin on you and your homie
Cause we in this shit deep tryin to get mine
Fuck all that.Cuz,kick the fuckin chorus line
Mo B. Dick:
I'm just a playa from around the way
I'm hustlin just to see another day
Master P/(Silkk The Shocker):
[I love my mill].And if I die who gives a fuck?
Just another black gone
(Nobody gives a damn if you make it back home.)
Cause my auntie on dope
My little homies out there in the hood pushin hella coke
So I try to get fronted a bumper
I mean a fifty dollar dub on a come-up
Silkk The Shocker:
Dope in my All Stars.Just got[bought] a sawed-off
Nigga wait for me to fall off but I won't get hauled off
in a casket.I'm all about blastin
Dope be the cabbage.You know that makes us savage
Master P:
I guess that makes me a G
Cause I done flipped an half-an-ounce to a quarter key
On a come-up and bubblin up and doublin up
and all these niggas jealous cause the P sellin quarters,bro
In the hood like Ice Cream
All ya'll niggas corner check me.I done killed em with the triple beam
And ya'll mad cause I'm rich and famous
just like Amus,but still a gangsta
So call me a hustla
and if you a playa hater,nigga,then your name'll be Mr. Busta
In No Limit,niggas don't like playa haters
We got them mothafuckin regulators
Nine millimeter fully strapped
Yo Cuz,bust motherfuckin caps
Mo B. Dick:
I'm just a playa from around the way
I'm hustlin just to see another day
Master P and Silkk,they gettin paid
The No Limit soldiers,hey,they don't play
From New Orleans all the way to the Bay
The Ice Cream Man you know that he don't play
He don't play.He don't play
[Master P]
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X)
When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
its the M-A-S to tha R-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid be the out come
its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball
thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall
i'm out here tryin to make me a little change
stuck in this muthafuckin dope game
would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes
would a young nigga see P on the news
I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled
say its mafia damn what a bad deal
so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat
grab my gat kill off my enemies
I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that
I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat
cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me
niggas want P they better come and get me
I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme
its gonna either be your soul or mine
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X)
Niggas Die to make covers of magazines
I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green
The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no fucking rules
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
Mama don't trip, don't even cry
when its my time to go then I gotta leave
but while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed
is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin
trying figure out if they up there ballin
My young niggas getting paid left da earth
goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt
church bells rangin hoes sangin
my nigga's up there for gang bangin
slangin dope, pushin cocalies
got me stressin down on my knees
its a risky life wit a fast pace
but where soliders go when they get took away
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X)
[Sons of Funk]
I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying
Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven
will I see my friends or will i go to hell
only time will tell
[Mac]
Head first in this world with my eyes impeel
unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real
will i survive or will the cold streets shake me
will them niggas break me before the lord take me out
this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come
trapped in a double face not a place to run
get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace
and now they tryin make waste of my face
but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred
i couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste
cemetary gates all black suits and limos
family tears and flowers no more shows and videos
after parties hoes come to a cease
young thug caught one slug rest in peace
(Ughhhhh)
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)
My military mind.. makes me a soldier
And I'm the last one left (last one left)
Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!}
(Ain't nuttin wrong wit change)
Ain't nuttin wrong wit makin moves
{I ain't hard to find, ya HEARD ME?}
You brought me from the dust to death (from dust to death)
So forget anybody, that don't believe in
(forget anybody that don't believe) {Fuck my adversaries!}
The words (the words) that you laid upon me (that you laid upon me)
And to my enemies (and to my enemies) and the media (the media)
the feds (and the feds) the IRS (and the IRS) fuck all y'all
{FUCK ALL Y'ALL!} This No Limit shit (this No Limit shit)
Dis TRU Master P shit (dis TRU Master P shit!)
is tatted in my soul (is tatted in my soul)
is placed in my heart (is placed in my heart)
and only you know the way (and only you know the way)
of the righteous man (of the righteous man)
And only you know how righteous we really are
(And only you know how righteous we really are)
Because of you {It's No Limit for life} we should eat
and the world should be satisfied we ain't hustlin no mo'
We ain't huntin no mo' (we ain't huntin no mo')
I'm a 3rd Ward nigga for life
(I'm a 3rd War nigga for life, ya heard me?!)
I only returned to this rap game {REPRESENT!}
to just (to just) on the evil disciples
(on the evil disciples)
They got lucky in this rap game
(They got lucky in this rap game)
Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom
(Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom)
Be not far from me
for the trouble is near (the trouble is near)
The roaring lions has surrounded me {IT DON'T MATTER}
Turned my friends into enemies (turned my friends into enemy)
My family members into.. money hungry snakes
but the bull in me will never give up (THE BULL IN ME)
Even though the intents of evil is against me
(Even though the intents of evil is against me)
But uhh, the Lord is my Shepherd (the Lord is my Shepherd)
and I shall not want (and I shall not want)
{We got the eyes on y'all}
All my ghetto thug and thugettes
(All my ghetto THUG and THUGETTES)
Follow me (ride with me) {we watchin y'all}
I come to teach not to preach (I come to teach.. not to preach)
A good soldier prepare for war in the time of peace
and I make records for all y'all soldiers
From the North, South, West, to the East (unnnnngggggghhh)
Keep your eyes on the beast though (keep your eyes on the beast)
Ain't no man could stop us (ain't no man could stop us)
Ain't no man could put no barriers in all my life
(And ain't no haters can take us, ya heard me?!)
And only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
Only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
{Snakes they come in all shapes and sizes, ya heard me?}
R.I.P. Tupac (R.I.P. Tupac)
Biggie Smalls (Biggie Smalls)
Kevin Miller (my little brother Kevin Miller)
I made this album for the niggaz that love us
(for niggaz that love us)
and even for the niggaz that hate us
(Fuck the niggaz that hate us though!) {WE STILL ON TOP THOUGH!}
Cause without y'all (but without y'all)
I COULDN'T BE THE MOTHERFUCKIN MAN! (I COULDN'T BE!)
I COULDN'T BE WHERE I'M AT RIGHT NOW! (NUMBER ONE ON BILLBOARD!)
SO Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP HATIN, KEEP RIDIN
{LOOK WHERE I'M AT NIGGA, AND LOOK WHERE YOU AT}
(ALWAYS, TOP TEN)
and keep tryin (keep tryin)
You can't stop No Limit motherfucker
(Can't stop the motherfuckin TANK!!)
{Ghetto motherfuckin Bill Gates nigga}
It's a whole world of us (a whole motherfuckin lot of us)
There's millions of us
IT'S BILLIONS OF US NIGGAZ READY TO RIDE!
(Ready to ride nigga)
Ready for y'all niggaz that's God at concerts
Talkin bout No Limit (oh yeah)
Talkin bout motherfuckers on records
(Nigga we got tabs on y'all)
Y'ALL REAL NIGGAZ NEED TO SLAP THE +PISS+
OUT SOME OF THESE OL' BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
You see diz thug out killa makein these riches, bocken these chickens, fill them wit stiches, all the sniches, i will leave that nigga in a diches,killas be tryin to play me, but they can't fade me, im popin the block an choopin them up wit my 380,you see diz crazy killa yea im bad to the bone in sain to the brain ready to baing bring it on,killa i see u think twice, im nothing nice, clould as ice shakein these stupid motherfuckers up like dice,YEA....Hollla
Check this out playas
All y'all gangster niggas
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers
Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here
We live an eye for an eye
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushing rocks
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me
My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain't about me or you motherfucker
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G
I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
And they to fucking high, to see the enemy
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan
You'd better pack a piece nigga
And welcome to the never ending game
The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
Welcome to the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets
And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked
And momma pray it ain't me
But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
I be making mail like the mailman
This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
You think I'm bout to reject
When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga
I ain't living like no dummy
If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will I retire and give it up realize
Thats this my only mission of money
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny
But I got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G
And I have to hurt shit
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord
So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark
Like dogs, watch a nigga hard
And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
And the white folks can't stop this
And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause I'm major
And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G
And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
Niggas thats in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..
[Master P]
Air Jordan aint no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it aint nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob and Sam Skutty but I still love em
Air full of motherfucker and I still wanna hug em
Big Dave, my nigga gone to the battle field
Dandon and Levi, damn guard ya grill
Cuz where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didnt make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest in peace
Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf
Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard
Big Pepper, God damn what yall thinkin about
They gone, I mean they soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could start from New Orleans and go back to California
To lil Tony,to dime P
Seritz,Burnell,can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank,Loot,and Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up behind bars, caught up in some pigeons
Like my lil cousin Jimmy,lil Horgel
Randall,Marlow,Pee Wee damn
Another mission complete
Took off the streets locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
Thats why my heroes live for drug money
[Chorus x4]
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live fast, I watched em die slow
[Skull Duggery]
What you mean I need a hero
A hero is a zero to me
The only hero that I know is them niggas in my hood G
They gave me the game so I enhanced the gat
Than I took the game, and ripped it out the frame
I tried and told ya
A hero can't be ya lucky rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero aint about shit if they aint about dying
You know who was a hero to me
that nigga MoXs on the Howard J G
[Master P]
And yall other niggas thats still livin
That wanna be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these streets
But this goin out to my homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game tryin to make it
But yall niggas better realize you cant fake it
You either in or out aint no halfway in
Cuz when you die in the end you go to the pen
And its realer than you real niggas feel me
This for my niggas that are heroes in my hood G
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me
Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs
Even though, this ghetto got me crazy
Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby
CHORUS (2X)
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips
When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP
But the scripts how mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game
She showed me everythang except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught
The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault how I ended up
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
CHORUS (2X)
Verse 3:Soulja Slim
Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears
That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma I love you cause you brought me hear
But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here
But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me
Take it slowly
CHORUS (4X)
(phone ringing)
No Limit studios-"No Limit studio"
Master P-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
NLS-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"
MP-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
NLS-"This ain't no mutha fuckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
MP-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
NLS-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
MP-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up,
nigga"
NLS-"Nigga, what?"
MP-"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now"
NLS-"Come on then, come on then nigga"
Da Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
Master P:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank
My comrads with tanks
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'CUT'
Pass me the dojah
Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
x3
Fiend:
Well, if ya knew
something. Fiend
still tryin' to do somethin'
TRU smokaz dont gotta blow
We done already blew sumpthin
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No Limit savage
One known as the baddest
When I was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready
Bangin like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
(???) a machete
I dig da dirt and bury
Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I represent the boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
with the colonol, Mr. Bout it
Chorus x2
Silkk:
P gon' make ya say uhhh
I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh
But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
keep my mind on my money because I like riches
House full of tight bitches
An' call me, I might hitcha
Now make em say na na na
Tryin ta act hard core
Betta for the flow
Na na na na na na
Now get the ball loose
Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5)
I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla
But it's hard not to hurt
Now I'm a No Limit soldier
So I get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'MISTER'
Like the movie (na na na na na)
Chorus x2
Mia X:
You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
cuz dis country, way back
laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
represent dat dirty south
4-star major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be the Ghetto Dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
wooooo
Chorus x2
Snoop Dogg:
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit' the D-P-G
Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game
Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name
I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang
Especially one who can't represent they game
See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOM
*dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice*
No Limit Studios, whassup
Who dis is Who dis is
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this
Oh dis P
P! *said with disbelief*
Yeah dis P!
P! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh
UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking*
This ain't no motherfuckin P!
Man, hang the phone up
[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah
[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose
In the projects niggaz anything goes
Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
At ease now salute, this pass me the doja
Chorus: Master P and No Limit
Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
(repeat 3X)
[Fiend]
Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition
Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they know
everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em
Chorus (2X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW
I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd
I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip
After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah
I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)
They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz
So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what My left is quick!
Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence You might be right
cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through
P-G never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D
And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, quot;Bet! quot;
Chorus (2X)
[Mia X]
We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed
and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got, on Billboard
This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
Want some mo Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggaz
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin
Chorus (2X)
[Mystikal]
Hi
I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it
You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Usin limos and choppers too
I done paid my dues, but still played the blues
Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we
We TRU soldiers, we don't die
We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside
The group goin hallelujah
Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah
Chorus and fade
Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but
we gonna break these niggas off. But, uh I need to go out and handle my
buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here are rappin, or
should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. This
reality. You know what Im sayin Nigga when you say somethin about a
nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. You know what Im sayin I
mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh. Niggas know the real
from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go. Niggas
is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna
set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH.
There they go
There they go
There they go
UGGGHHH!
Pass me them thangs
Lets Get Em!
3 x
I get swoll like a boulder
Bitch Im a soldier
Yall runnin from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7
8 come back
And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman
But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man
TRU niggas dont talk shit
We in the game stackin Gs
Yall niggas still tryna get me
With playas and hustlas
But chall cant make no money
Cause yall niggas BUSTAS!
Hahm Bra
The game wont change
Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope
Now yall buyin my shit out the record store
And yo baby momma lovin me
And everytime you turn on the TV
I feel ya muggin me
But I cant be stopped
Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks
Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes
Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine
And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit
Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch
For 15%
That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent
I made a movie nigga think Im slangin coke a lees
Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson
What
Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.
Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH
And the man that go UGGH
I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit
we been doin
Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth
I piss on your porch, shit in your house
Somebody said that you were talkin about me
I heard that
I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that
Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back
I took a brain outta my own head
Whip yo ass with one of my platts
You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax
Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats
Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont
understand
90 percent of this shit is your buisiness
10 percent of this shit is your timing
Slangin tapes across the whole planet
Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker
We gonna keep this bitch jammin
Above the standard
No Limit on the charts slammin
Fuckin wit what we planned
Well gonna leave you dead where you standin
Aint that fool yall
Whenever we have to fuckin talk
We be silent
Or should I say real silent
Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence
Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey
They mad cause they ho jock me
They cant stop me
So their result is to fuckin copy
I say P where they at
There they go
I spot em I got em
Got EM!
Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom
See uh, you run your mouth
Nigga, Ill be like nigga what!
What
Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us!
They talk about one
They talk about all of fuckin us
Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck!
See Im on some evil murderous devil shit
Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off
I was the devilest
So what you sayin nigga
I roll with niggas with big triggers
Million dolla shit niggas with big figures
Tru niggas
Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back
We dont fuck around we stay strapped
Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at
Wherever, whenever, however it goes
I wash your mouth out with soap
Rush to you outside know what Im sayin
No fuckin mo!
Here we go
All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what A
real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get
caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off
in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They
dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A
TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall
fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until
then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. No Limit for life.
T-R-U nigga And when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family. The
muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family.
Remember that.
[Master P]
Where they at nigga? (There they is right there)
Pass me them thangs
[Chorus x3]
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no fool bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
[Verse 1]
I be bustin' them locs
I be slangin' the dope
I be runnin' from coke
I be bustin' in dos
I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business
Eighteen rounds six five
P's murdah shit
I got the game
Never ball, never cheat, never fall
Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled
Big brained, and big boulder
Big bustah, big hustla
Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted
Uhh!
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh! (Ugggh)
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
[Verse-2]
Click click go boom
Nigga lay it down
I ain't fuckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas
Or no hoes that's talkin' the game
I got too much to do
I been slangin' cane
In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga
Roll up on the curb
Sh..duck or you served
I be lucky, niggas steady bustin'
No Limit niggas ain't fuckin' with ya'll bustas
No bustas got game nigga, change nigga
Fuckin' the game nigga
Ya'll niggas that came nigga
I say that I'm servin' 'em
Dumb niggas ain't heard of me
Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah
Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah
I got the game choppin'
Niggas started droppin'
Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it
You stop and know
No, just retire for a minute
Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin'
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga (ugggh)
I ain't fuckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga
Lay it down
Lay it down let's hit 'em
I ain't bout no fuckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em
[Verse-3]
Kicked in a crackhouse
Got me a pile of that key
Lay it down young niggas
Now they workin' for me
I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it
I got niggas in the project workin' it
But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick
So when a nigga get rich
That's when them hoes talk shit
They wanna put yah down on the tee
Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines
New Orleans so they workin' it
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't bout no fuckin' talkin', let my 9 fuckin' get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em
[Master P]
No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga
Let that muthafuckin' 9 get 'em
Fuck rappin' bout it
featuring Big Ed Lil' Ric
Verse 1 (Master P)
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping
(Chorus)
Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
Verse 2 (Master P)
Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Master P, Lil'Ric)
I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map
Lil' Ric
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
and let this shit fuckin clear
Verse 4 (Big Ed)
Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like Emmitt
Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, I'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and P and we late night creeping
(Chorus)
featuring C Murder
Verse 1 (C Murder)
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel
Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De'ville
I'm steadily getting weaker I don't know what to do
Picked up the mobil phone dialed T R U
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
Killa killa killa killa I'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting ready
Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
Got close to them fools told Silkk to cut the lights off
Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
Cause murder is an everythang thang
(Chorus)
Its an everyday thang
Verse 2 (Master P)
I couldn't find a job so I started slanging crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
72 oz's that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
Bitches on my dick cause they know I'm living fat
And get the Lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
But I ain't even tripping
cause I know these hoes don't like me
And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
But I ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
No Limit came up quick just like a bullet
But Master P ?? we pull it
And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
Better check Billboard the number one hit
Still on the hood on the under ??
Cause selling dope is an everyday thang
(Chorus)
Hah, light ya lighta
Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac
I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies
My last time ridin up in a fixed up car
Another soldier gone
with gold plates
Unhhhhhhh
My last bitch I'ma fuck, is this the end?
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me
Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep but the noise it's gonna be a one-eighty-seven
Ain't no turnin back I'm strapped with two chrome gats
I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go I'm ready to black
Cause I'ma soldier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high roller
So when I die, put me in a pine box
Bury me like a G two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up clouds for these strangers
Before you take me Lord tell me
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer
From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His old lady stare at the casket askin God why
The church is full of killers, and drug dealers
Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peelers
Six of his homies carried him to the hearse
First time that he even been to church
Damn, now he's in the dirt
Pourin out beer for my dead homey
A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his motherfuckin picture on it
This nigga lived fuckin rowdy, and if he gotta die
he don't give a fuck cause this nigga, been BOUT IT
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin soldiers
True niggaz, high rollers, No Limit niggaz, gangstas
Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket
Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
All y'all real niggaz
Or should I say this new wave, dope game
Y'all feel this, all y'all niggaz dyin in the pen
All y'all real niggaz that lost niggaz
I'ma strike y'all nigga with some game
All y'all real bitches that lost niggaz
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life
Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggaz
All y'all niggaz on Death Row
Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico
R.I.P. nigga
Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, Atlanta
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
it's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
and it's the children like ? turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
all the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change
If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days
All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
last night i had a talk with my momma
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
but what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But i still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain
I wanta change
Lord know, picute me ballin
trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
should have been a chemist, the way i work a triple beam
life, is like a page, I wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
momma worrying cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
cause your best friend turn into your enemy
crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
go on take me out the ghetto
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)4x
(VERSE1)
Hit the blocks dress in white
with some medicine balls
a pocket full of stone 3g's
and try to loge these hoes.
In the taz coming sick cause its the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like i'm try to take these fools to lunch.
Going crazy in the getto try to kill me,
my little homies lost life, yall fools feel me.
I pack a D cause i'm parinoid at night time
brother be pullin jack, im in the hood bustin gangsta rhyme,
and still gotta watch my back in the hood gee,
like spice 1 said those fools living like movies.
Little kids get bout it I mean my hood is rot it,
i'm try to make a dollar 50 before i'm up and out it
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood,
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)4x
(VERSE2)
Mr. Icecream man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D
Me and my little Silk we be ballin,
got this thang sold up from texas to New Orlean
and cross the west coast with fools get wicked
i'm in the gang hell a D i'm try to score a meal ticket
break phiens on bolders I means Al soda
duckin the tags and try to hide from the rollers,
and with you so does my true click we true to this,
true to the G A M E fools we aint new to this.
and in the hood I got ice cream cones,
and if fiends want a lick nothing for free
that gonna cost you 20 bones.
For yall brothers that won't wait call on my pager,
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor.
Mr. I C E M A N is on the scene
you betta have my fatty if you don't have my ice cream.
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)4x
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood,
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
(VERSE 3)
Now thats see who me cash I gots to go to grine and gets mine
fools be try to reck it, check it, its about that time
now own me pay now later cricket alligator,
try to sceme off the top, but they be like playa hatas
I got that 2for3 4for5 got them rocks,
but killers I got that 2for3 4for5 i'm maxin glocks
you can come and check my grip you can come and check this
but i'm on that triple gold 9 thiller LEXUS
Master P in the S E L with a triple beam
you screme, I scream,but the fiends screaming for ice cream
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood,
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)
Master P the Ice cream man
(Dog food betta recognize
i'm the real ice cream man
mr. ice cream man
Master p or call me the Ice cream man
[Interviewer]
Master P now that you have made it big time
what doy ou have to say to the people
who didn't think you could make it
[Master P]
Same shit I had to say last year
"Fuck Em!"
Im going big time, I got four girls in the safe
with 50 g's and four ki's I got a sure dope case
but ill smolder the task, fedz was all on my ass
but I got away clean, and kept the nine on the dash
everyday the games get deeper, the week don't survive
you wanna play you gotta hustle like a ninety five
now im rolling the car stolen, in the 92 Lexus
driving in California took a trip to Texas
come up, you see it aint about them games bro
its all about my mil cause I gotta get paid doe
with the dope fiends condiving, suckers wanna try me
got the wholesale and Im strapped when im riding
peepin' on the turf undercover police
they got me under servailence trying to check my car lease
constantly waitning for the P crimes to surface
one time on the creep but no time to get nervous
see my concerts are packed, people standing in line
Master P done crossed over, im going big time
[Chrous]
Im going big time
cause a brother like me, I gots to get mine x3
Damn task kicks down my door the got a warrant
50 pull me over but my ??
evertime they try to get me
im legit im never slipping, got a female like a trust but
the girl is always tripping
wondering where im going I gots to what I gotta
I gots to get paid girl ill see your ass tomorrow
hurry to the crocks bout to pick up my paper
call the girl up the was blowing up my pager
she wants me to come over and bend over like robbering
I walk into the gate but im tripping off the doberman
my pager is blowing up money calling gotta go
my boys are outta crack I gotta keylow in the record store
im back rolling and im living like a mack
a 92 benz bought moms a new Cadillac
I got a mansion full of brothers and maids
built in pools security guards with a twelve gage
my pops is rolling large and we hella deep
we used to knock fool's to the concrete
now we legit and they can't say shit
chill bought a Lexus candy painted and no gold kicks
marvin's rollin' round in a BM
gold teeth shining fool you should see him
Daniel got a rag top better gold flakes
police sweat him boy they gotta get away
C-Murder in a 10 it went a Jaguar
hella beat and he's cruising like a movie star
Sonya C and she's got a poise and she's clockin'
cellular phone and everybody be stopping
police pull up they wanna know whats happening
but I dont sell dope all the sudden Im just rapping
in other words you see me i bust sope rhymes
cause Master P done made it big time, big time
[Chorus]
Untouchables in the house you kno what im saying
tell em how we do em fool, we going big time
yeah C-Murder is definetely and effect
Chilly Powdah in the house
Sonya C is in the house
Marvis Banks is in the house
Rock D's in the house
my boy King George he in the house
Daniel Fry is in the house
and check this out this is definetly dedicated to my brother
you know what im saying, rest in peace Kevin Miller
that was a nigga that was big time
[Featuring Mia X]
[Master P]
I could never turn my back nigga (never) I could never forget where I
came
from (this for all my muthafuckin soldiers) Master P (Master P) native
of
New Orleans (Indiana) all ya'll TRU soldiers (New Orleans Louisiana)
get
em in the air (get em up Richmond California) puttin em on the map.
Put em
up represent. Where ya from? (west side south side) check out some
of
this Down South shit though, nigga
You bout it?
I'm bout it, bout it
If you bout it, bout it, well say you you bout it
I represent, where them killas hang
3rd Ward Calliope projects we got our own thang
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my neighborhood
I represent nothin but Gs
From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murdle capital of the world, so, fool, watch yo back
Somebody ??? through here, but some tourists don't make it back
And niggaz ain't trippin on yo life, G
They ready to take yo ass out before the count of 1-2-3
Some gimme yo could chain, what about yo gold ring?
Niggaz from Down South quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast, what about a body bag?
You ain't think quick, that's why you on yo ass
And niggaz stuntin, perpetratin, talk shit
You roll through the projects, you might get yo wig split
Ms. Lil Crazy wanna borrow a quarter
You better not fuck with them fools that's gone on that water, water
I mean that clicker juice (damn) fermalghahyde
Whatever you wanna call it, they dippin cigarettes to get high
Like some alcoholics, niggaz don't even give a fuck
They leave ya stuck in that muthafuckin black truck
Break you off like some muthafuckin Japanese
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's
And these niggaz killin bitches, too
And these bitches settin up niggaz cause they don't give a fuck about
you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout it, bout it
3rd Ward Calliope projects, you know they bout it, bout it
And that 4th Ward is bout it, bout it, I mean that 5th Ward
And 10th Ward, you know they bout it, bout it
12th Ward, bout it, bout it, and that 13th
17th, uptown, downtown cross the street
Bout it, bout it, cause we bout it, bout it
My little homie ?Haman Assan? they bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
King George, T-R-U, you know we bout it, bout it
Silkk, you know he bout it, bout it
My manager T.C. you know he bout it, bout it
Big Ed, bout it, bout it
Sonya C, you know, she bout it, bout it
C-Murder, bout it, bout it
Mr. Serv-On, is bout it, bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's bout it, bout it
Calli G, K-Lou, bout it, bout it
Greg, you know he bout it, bout it
And Mia X gon kick some shit, she bout it, bout it
[Mia X]
I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggaz that I'm bout it
Comin from the Preston, testin nuts
And ready to bust on those who doubt it
I'm rowdy, and to buck, so you best be backin up
From this sea low, sea level ho, comin like a tornado
Bring drama, either way, I have to do this
So break yo'self niggaz, here comes a woman to this TRU click
The bitch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face
Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick yo ??? ho, laced with my pimpstress funk
Punks playa hate because they shit be bonked
But I'll dunk a nigga's head into a toilet full of piss
Cause in this drama field fool, we ain't takin no shit
Downtown, 6th Ward, upbeat, on guard, 7th Ward
Hardhead niggaz out that St. Bernard, 9th Ward
Pressed, tossed, and fire, and Florida, New Orleans
So bout it, everyday we comin hard as fire
Water got them niggaz gettin high off my floss
Dumb boast, we ?grill? em, plus my ?a to fake?
Got em payin 20 bons
So bring it on, cause I got to recognize
No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you bout it, bout it
You bout it, bout it?
Yeah, I'm bout it, bout it
And rest in peace my girl Jill cause she was bout it, bout it
[Master P]
I mean she bout it, bout it, she was bout it, bout it
Them niggaz from No Limit Records you know we bout it, bout it
Master P, you know I'm bout it, bout it
The whole New Orleans, them muthafuckas are bout it, bout it
Baton Rouge, you know they bout it, bout it
Texas and Tennessee, you know they bout it, bout it
Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other muthafuckas down in southside Florida
You know they bout it, bout it, cause we bout it, bout it
From Richmond, California to Oakland they bout it, bout it
Cross L.A. to San Francisco to the east side
You know they bout it, bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they bout it, bout it
Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, cause they bout it, bout it
Mean Green, you know he's bout it, bout it
Greg Street, that nigga bout it, bout it
Wild Wayne, you know he's bout it, bout it
My nigga Vercy Carter, you know he's bout it, bout it
Rocksheen in the magnolia bout it, bout it
And all them niggaz uptown fuckin bout it, bout it
All them niggaz bootin up with them gold
Bout it, bout it (bout it, bout it) them niggaz bout it, bout it
My little brother Kevin Miller rest in peace
Young nigga, he was bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, if you bout it, bout
Yeah, if you bout it, say you bout it
Bein I'm bout it that mean you down to do whatever
You bout it?
I'm bout it.
Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23's on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather
Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice
My neighborhood like I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga
Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
Befo' a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor
I'm a bonafide hustler, certified gangster
Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!"
And momma told me not to talk to strangers
So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot
It ain't hard to tell, you know I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo' sound like I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole
Don't fold under pressure, I don't even do my own dirt
I got connects with the mob out in Russia
I'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake like a fashionable dude
Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki suit
It's No Limit how I'm movin these pies
The Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain
Got a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard student
I'm improvin, gettin better
Took off the chinchilla I'm in mink like a smooth guerilla
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your shine if they can't steal your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser
They call me young Rug', yeah that's my name
I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game
You C-Murder on the block, it's the Soldiers mayne
Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams
And my location, I'm in the Cali breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I lay low with the baddest brawl
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
Til all this black on black crime stop.
Some say the blind lead the blind.
But in the ghetto you never know,
When it's gon be yo time.
[Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell]
Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout
All my homies passed away (uuunnnggghhh!)
Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold
That's how me and my boys rolled
How could it be
Somebody took my boy from me
My best friend's gone
And I'm so all alone
I really miss my homies
Even though they gone away
I know you in a better place
And I hope to see ya soon someday
[Master P]
I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy
Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy
We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds
In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in the dirt
The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin
Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin
Ya little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight
But today's a sad day to see the t-shirt with ya face
From the cradle to the grave, from the streets we used to fall
In the park you liked to ball, put yo name upon the wall
In the projects you's a legend on the street you was a star
But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in that black car
A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done cried
You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to retire
Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain
Some Gs never change, damn they killed you for some change
Smile for my homie Kevin Miller my boy Randall
The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals
Take a minute to smile for the dead (uuunnnggghhh!)
Smile for the dead (RIP 2Pac, Makaveli)
All my homies who done made it to the crossroads
(Biggie Smalls)
[Sons, Mo B. O'dell]
How could it be
Somebody took my boy from me
(It's like I can't believe you gone)
My best friend's gone
(Sometimes I feel like I can't go on)
And I'm so all alone
(Everytime I see something you done left
I really miss my homies
(It just remind me, more and more of you, dawg)
Even though they gone away
(I just keep reminiscin)
I know you in a better place
(Cause I know you alright)
And I hope to see ya soon someday
(And I keep smilin, knowin I'm a see you in the crossroads]
[Pimp C]
We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys
But I'd give up all that bullshit if I could get back my boy
Off in the club smokin weed til 3, hollerin at the hoes
Spendin $4000 on me on gators and clothes
When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
Nigga told me, quot;C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo thang quot;
I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die
So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the niggas in the game that be sellin keys
I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
[Sons, Mo B. O'dell]
Even though you gone away
(Even though you gone, you ain't never gon be forgotten)
I know you in a better place
(Cause as long as I'm here
You gon live through me and other TRU playas)
I really miss my homies
Even though they gone away
I know you in a better place
And I hope to see ya soon someday
[Silkk]
I'm just sittin here dazed thinkin bout all the times we had
Thinkin the past, some was good and some was bad
Remember Dante
It was a group of us, just a group of five
Now three dead, one in jail, it seem right now I'm the only one alive
To all my soldiers before me, may ya'll rest in peace
When He took three, took my soul, just the bodies
He at the crossroads guide us out to the rest of me
Wishin I could rewind time like demos
Me and you gettin girls, writin down numbers like memos
Makin million dollar bets, makin all our money stretch like limos
Even though I smile, it's sad, but they say gangstas can't cry
But if I close my eyes and visualize me together
Then I suddenly wanna smile
To see you laid down when it's yo time, when your time was up
You never seen your child, but he's here to remind us
Even though you was wrong, I never could belive that that was true
You was with me forever, you could check my rest in peace tattoos
See me and C and P forever gon be ridin and thuggin
Rest in peace to all the ones that didn't make it
And rest in peace to my brother
We gon miss you
(I love these fools)
I know you in a better place
(Every time I get on my knees)
And I hope to see ya soon someday
(I pray for you, I'm glad you in a better place
I hope I see ya soon, ain't no more killin
Ain't no more fights, and ain't no more tears)
Light ya joints
Let's have a motherfuckin smoke off
Ya'll niggas probably say there go that country ass nigga Master P
From New Orleans to Richmon California
That nigga crazy ass but check this out
Cali got that good ass weed good ass weed
that good ass weed
Them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed
That's why I'm on my way to the northside
Verse 1
I'm so tore up I guess I'm gone off that green sticky
Just put a motherfuckin hole in my brand new Dickey's
Must of been to close to the fuckin barb wire
That's when I know I got 10 dollars on some fire
If you got 10 motherfucker lets get 20
Fuck white zig zags I need some brown sticky
I mean that swish will go good with that dank
Niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like the smokin crank
But we gettin hire than fire
But I won't stop smokin dank until I retire
I wonder do they have dank up in heaven
And if they do I'd probably do a motherfuckin 211
For a bag of that green sticky
That's what have a nigga running round
like he done took a picky
Cycle, I'm not Dre but I want nothin but chronic
Dank keep me coming back like I'm hooked on phonics
(Chorus)
Whatever you want whatever you need fool I got it
Well lets go 1/2 on a bag of dank
Verse 2
Just paged my homie that fool got hella weed
He say like Spanish Fly, make bitches get on they knees
Hoes be suckin dick for that green sticky
Like that bitch name Michelle did my partner Ricky
For a 1/2 of jerk, that bitch got toasted
Found her in Motel 6 getting roasted
Draws under the bed she didn't know where she was at
My little partner was hittin her in the
mouth and through her throat
Ballers be smokin that dank to keep they nerves calm
I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on
It go good with that gin and juice and swishy sweet
That's how we do it everyday of the week
I don't sleep but at night I get the munchies
And after I eat I'll be back smokin them green crunchies
(Chorus)
Down South huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
and won't hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off
c-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger
strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 glocks
dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin heat bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe
at the fuckin club the jackers run the place
but I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances
cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
a nigga aint' shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow
they find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis down south hustler
Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,
Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my dividends
Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends
hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali
dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
but I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way
dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits
fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive
if you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips
but if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip
skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.
deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin
ain't hard to see where I'm commin from
cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task
only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past
nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
for the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
so peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas
and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin
Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind
got to feed the family chased by the one- time
but dem laws couldn't mace me
it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase P
where should I go where should I go
I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store
changed my t-shirt fled out the back door
2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope
cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll
dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro
and the game get deep down south
cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah
gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay
yo G man it's everyday
drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
delta 88 gold thangs and zags
but we dont' flip flop
we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)
fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler
Hustlin because I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow
[Featuring C Loc Young Bleed]
[Master P]
Unngghh How you do that there (remix) how you do that there
New Orleans Baton Rouge How you do that there
Lafeyette Lake Charles How you do that there
Shreveport Mississippi How you do that there
Alabama Atlanta How you do that there
Florida Arkansas How you do that there
[Young Bleed]
Nigga say who that heard they want do that
Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black
My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but mossin my word
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and a janted have a nigga named Young Bleed party on
in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) And niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don't care
[Master P]
We in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some
candy
painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock
Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care
[C-Loc]
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin'
through
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in
time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care
How we do that there, how we do that there
how we do that there
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care
Ya see, wenches be messy like Marvin
My homies be ballin, pimp tricks eryday, from L.A. to the Bay
to New Orleans, the original big baby, like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH, pimp shit, Cadillac with the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty-nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you freaks time to tenderize the meat
Then we, be tradin women like Eddie Murphy Tradin Places
I got, baitches cleanin my house shinin my gold, doin my shoelaces
I got, wenches runnin errands goin to stores
dressed up like twins, I mean in the same clothes
Stayin in the same house, bangin en on the same couch
Real G's in dime hats, know what, I'm talkin about
Uhh, be up playa, don't pay for the kitty kat
I mean if you bout it bout it, give her some change, then take it back
How to be a playa main
You gots to be a playa mahn
You gots to be a playa, but rule number one
in the how's to be a playa never profess to nuttin what ya done
Believe me, or should I say, believe in I spittin
See me talkin to a trick, ask me then I hit em
You never can give em no slack, cause you gots to be in it to win
Be safe and grab her hand, slap dem, cause they'll try the shit again
It's give in to they demands and that's a simp thang
But to get them and they friends, now that's a pimp thang (pimp thang)
You wanna learn som'in? Well take a picture of this G
Look in the dictionary, under player, you'll find a picture of me
Uhh, cause I don't sleep, and players can't cause we ballin
We can't be trippin, cause a player's pimp can't be fallin
I leave em with the hurt like B.B. cryin like CeCe Winan
recline and watch TV, game feel like a CD
Nigga make appointment when they see me, don't call back often they beep me
Gotta be a G (how you get the drawers) get the drawers off, easy, look
Silkk the Shocker fool, nigga I pimps and roll
(What you ride?) Cadillacs and vogues, uhh
See I'm bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here
Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year
What I look like a simp? Girl I'm a No Limit pimp
Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length
I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench
High hoe on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to Western Union some dick
Put em on corners and curbs, breakin new ones outta nerd
Bringin daddy Fiend the money, while all I do is choke herb
I spank em and thank em, leave em swollen and kiss em bye
[Master P talking]
Ugh
Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali
You know what I'm saying
Richmond California
My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool
Verse 1 [Master P]
6 deep hittin switches, thats how us G's ride
Candy paint with them gold daytons side to side
Niggas straight fucking bumpin
Niggas trippin, think I'm from Compton
I'm from that southside of Richmond where that hang ya
Put you in a motherfucking 6 inch slanger
Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some chesse
Break me off some ends before I make your ass bleed
>From your nose to your mouth up and outtie
Niggas talking shit cause Master P is gettin rowdy
Got the southside, hoop ride throwin' a 40
Niggas gangbangin like they straight retarded
Throwin up signs, Niggas in line
Bitches hollerin' hoo-ride, Niggas steady dying
I'm from the southside 23rd street
And my little homie Tony from the hills, may he rest in peace
No longer with the crew or the click
But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click
And get them thangs and hang ya
Fuckin' round, keep 1 up in the chamber
Richmond niggaz don't play cuz we ballin'
And I got this thang sowed up from New Orleans
Coming like a southside gator
And when we roll on your spot, beware of the tru terminators
Chorus (Master P) :
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
Verse 2 [Silkk The Shocker ]
Well it's Friday, I'm sideways about the highway
Bitchs doing it my way, got 2 for 5, everyday all day
Cuz I gots to get paid, gets mine in the 9, thats why I stay strapped
Everyday I gots to put it down, it be like that
I have a pocket full of stones, I gots like clock now
It was kinda hot outside so I had to puts the top down
I be like breezin' threw the East Bay
R-I-C-H-M-0-N to the C-A, that's where I still be at each day
Chorus:
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
Verse 3: [Big Ed]
Big Ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton
On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
Now I'm rollin', holdin' onto a fat nickel plated 9
I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the 1 time
So when a brother rolls up, hold up
Don't make me plug your trick ass like a donut
See Big Ed's about that mint green
Got them hoes' fiending for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine
Killa pussy got 'em slippin up in the hood
Them Green Berets up in Richmond, I know they up to no good
Tried to jet me on that down low
I have more niggas shootin's up your set then the feds did at Waco
Player haters could never stop me
Cuz I'm a No Limit Nigga and got more Crew then Motley
So if you ever try to play me like a hoe
I'm hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow
Chorus:
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
[Master P talking]
And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy,
cuz yall niggas spinning daytons,
(No Limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf,
(Soldier For Life, No Limit 4-Life)
and for all yall niggaz that done sold out,
we be keeping it real,
independent, black owned,
Running our own shit,
We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready,
how many yall niggas can say that?
I just might drop something tomorrow
[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-Y-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills
I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see standin at the Appollo
I ain't that $198.66 check from McDonald's
Bitch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that dick in the picture on yo girlfriends dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when I'm tourin'
I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD!
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin
I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I'm the lady on report card day, a mama mia
[Master P]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at
[Silkk The Shocker]
Ahhhhhhh!
I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance
The reason why she didn't marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER!
Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm the little brother of the last don
???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift
Plus I got a pair of cement shoes that i make fit your fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah that's me (you know)
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
[Kane & Abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When a live round hit the chamber I'm the click clack
When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap
I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes yall be tryna mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother
how to cook that dope (Kane & Abel)
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I'm the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches in the coat
[Master P]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at
[Master P]
I'm the bars on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell
I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank, ha ha
I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think
I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank
Nigga, I'm the M in fuckin mob (mob)
I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shop
I'm the super in dome, I'm the C in chrome
I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug dealer
I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the nike's on your feet
I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don
And I'm a end this motherfucker cause it aint no more time
Yo Layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in Cleveland,
Yeah.
I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the code. Black or
blue?
I'ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on 'em cause them hater's is
out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin' to out smart the po po's.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the D.L.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When I get there, you ain't gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause I got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.
Igot the hook-up, hook it up.
Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more then trees
Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don't panic, relax, what's happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don't worry about credit, forget it, cause we don't let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up
Nigga just got this sack of D
And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I'ma call you back
Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on
We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with Bone
Don't you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don't wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright
You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . .
I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can
I take the jingle
But I'm for the counting mother fucking four
All sales are final
Ain't no refund in this mother fucker
This mother fucking shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother fucking spot be hot
Nigga wonder where I be
Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don't even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain't got it shit don't exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See I got what you need
If I ain't got it
I'm going get it
See i ain't hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)
You need to get, your life together
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
South money and hustlin, don't last forever
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Some say that G's make the world go round
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall
On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up
down South with the task all on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the stash box
Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches
No longer, livin in condos
It's mansions and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, tailor made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof
Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain't livin right
Me give it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it
I gots, nuthin to lose, I'm on the run like The Fugitive
My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to live
Me and P ridin dirty, in the Yukon
Bout to get caught in due time, different place every state a new crime
Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go round
from out between the knocks I lets em in
Can't lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I kill goin for the cash
Dude, I gotta do it for the stash
Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, P, we goin in half
A nigga sex money and greed, costs of livin lavish
Hey I'ma get ya for what you got
If you ain't got it, act like you don't have it
I grab my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can't lose
Man, look, you know Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool
So I'm a be gon away like a breeze
Run through like, all type of trees
I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can't lose
I got nuthin to lose
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
We're in it deep, and we're in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
In other words, there ain't no stoppin No Limit
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Master P, Mercedez, T-R-U
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
After them, dead presidents, cause we have nuthin to lose
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa)
I ain't walk around with that fool (Why, what happened to that youngsta?)
Man but Will had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You know what I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people)
I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no)
Some kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you know what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa, now)
I ain't got nuthin to lose (Huh, bro?)
Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I'm sayin?
(Oh, gots to have that there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in other words
Here we go, Here we go, Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man, a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes, 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds
Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business
I could end the world with one line
but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you should find that my mind is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin east (to the east)
To the world (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world high
bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikal
Light ya joints lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff
yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P
from New Orleans to Richmond California
that nigga crazy ass but check this out
Cali got that good ass weed that good ass weed that good ass weed
them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed
thats why Im on my way to the Northside
Im so toke
I guess Im gone of that green sticky
just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies
from walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire
thats when I know Ive got 10 dollars on some fire
If you can do this muthaphukka
lets get a twenty
fuck white zig zags
I need some brown stickys
I mean that swisha go good with that dank
niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like they smokin crank
but we not we gettin higha than fire
but I wont stop smokin dank till I retire
I wonder do they have dank up in heaven
and if they do Ill prolly do a muthaphukkin 211 (Me too)
for a bag of that green sticky
Up in heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky
Im not Dre, but I dont want nuttin but chronic
this dank keep me comin back like Im hooked on phonics
what ever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank
whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank
Lets meet my homie
that fool got hella weed
he sells like spanish fly
makes bitches get on their knees
hoes be suckin dick
fo that green sticky
like this bitch named Michelle
and my partner Ricky
fo a half a joint
that bitch got toasted
drama in motel 6 gettin roasted
legs all open drawers under the bed
she didnt know where she was at (where you at girl)
my little potnah was hittin it in her mouth into her throat
Hoes be smokin that dank to keep their nerves calm
I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on
It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek
thats how we do it every day of the week
I dont sleep but at night I get the munchies
and afta I eat I be back smokin them green crunchies
chorus x6
yeah
uhhh
inhale
lets go half on a bag of dank
I mean that green sticky
and how you do it
when you blowin?
you inhale
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped
[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks
[Silkk The Shocker]
See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was
finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they
can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can stop me
But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the playas
[Mo B. Dick]
Playa, play on
I can't hate you homie
Playa, play on
I can't hate you homie
[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene, nigga
Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Playa play on
I can't hate you homie
-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin outta
control!
-Yeah, but I'm back home now!
-Hey, yo, holla at ya boy, though!
-Down South hustlin, little Raleigh, we put you on the map yet, dawg?
-Since you back Down South, man, what you got to tell me, though?
Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz
(You shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. Pull them draws out ya
azz and let ya knees shake)
Back to the 3rd Ward, it sho feel good
Just left Cali, now I'm back in the hood
Ain't been home a week, but already gettin paid black
My homeboys fiendin for that dank, I mean that chronic sack
Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends actin bad
Don't make me pop the trunk and get that tac, and tap that azz
Walked through the carway, made it to the gym
Hollered at Michael Brown, Big Willie, and Magnolia Slim
See my old girlfriend, damn she hella fine
Got three kids but ain't none of them hoes mine
Asked her is it all good for a light night creep
She said she on her way, whistled at me at a quarter to three
Gold teeth shinin, diamonds almost blinded her
And just like Brandy, I wanna be down with ya
Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus
Mobile phone ringin, it's my cousin from Texas
Say they bouncin hard to my shit back in 5th Ward
North side, south side and south par
It's that Down South lunatic, livin harder than a brick
Breakin em down, while shakin the town, with hoes all on my dick
Doin what I gotta do, leavin them lawyers without a clue
Playa hatas mad cause my ride on them gold jewels
You hoes bounce that azz, you niggaz get the gat
Playaz in the front, where they at, where they at?
6th folks keep pimpin, you pimps keep pimpin
With a mouth full of gold, I know my shit is kickin
5th wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's
Bitch you pussy poppin, azz bouncin, I wanna grab it, can I have it?
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
Nigga it's the S-I-L to the K but don't forget to dot the "i"
Going into that booth like steak (What?)
3rd Ward nigga, fool, N.O., LA
Pretend it's yo birthday like Lou
But we don't love you hoes like Snoop
But like H-Town I wanna knock some boots
(Why?) Just a fool like that
(Why you so laid back?) I'm just cool like that
Game fuckin tight, nigga, a step above
A nigga fully strapped so I steps in the club
1 little, 2 little, 3 little dog bitches
4 little, 5 little, 6 little dog bitches
7 little, 8 little, 9 little dog bitches
Now which one of you hoes is comin home with me?
Pffft! Pffft! Lodi Dodi, who came to party?
I'm not Slick Rick but I'm leavin with somebody
We just some Down South niggaz who rock the mike
Don't give a fuck, cause bounce all night
Pull me out to the ballin, and watch em get served
Bouncin in the U-haul, gettin full of that herb
All them stuntin ass niggaz finna give it up (lay it down)
Lightin up the whole block as I stuff em in the truck
Bitches this the payback, for them weak ass ?twav? sacks
Save that shit for to poppa (us Down South niggaz don't play that)
A bout it ass nigga from that boot
(Tell em dawg) all of that is my nature, to up a AK
Ain't takin no shorts, already lost in this system
Either bounce or get bounced, so you hoes get with it
Uptown (bounce that azz, ho)
Downtown (bounce that azz, ho)
The West Bank (bounce that azz, ho)
Louisiana (bounce that azz, ho)
Texas (bounce that azz, ho)
Oklahoma (bounce that azz, ho)
Florida (bounce that azz, ho)
Memphis (bounce that azz, ho)
Alabama (bounce that azz, ho)
Georgia (bounce that azz, ho)
Mississippi (bounce that azz, ho)
Arkanasas (bounce that azz, ho)
Missouri (bounce that azz, ho)
Carolina (bounce that azz, ho)
California (bounce that azz, ho)
Everybody (bounce that azz, ho)
Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch. Roll a nigga dick and get fucked
bitch. Ha, ha, ha!Ya'll so nasty! Master P and da Down South hustlers in
this muthafucka! (Ain't no party like a No Limit Party cause a No Limit
Party is the shit) Bout to be outty 5, now, bitch! (Ain't no party like a
No Limit Party cause a No Limit Party is the shit) No Limit Records,
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys will take you out
[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the block
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
J.D. and Outkast showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood
That bulls off the leash when we up to no good
It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled
teamed
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[C-Murder]
Down South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a f**k if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the f**k up before I split yo sh....
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up (ha ha)
This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west.
I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)
Chorus: [Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
Verse 2: [Master P]
I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette
and these G's on the streets, enemies,
they'll take your life for a hundred C's
I mean a hundred dollars or less
the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest
and now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy
Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby
Never had a chance when I was 5
nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride
Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen
pull the clip off a 30 round magazine
Taught me how to deal with a triple beam
and ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends
I got the game in the bag that's so big
nigga see my nuts it's like two figs
swoll to the fullest,
in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets
and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),
cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind amp; leave you to rest.
Chorus: [Master P}
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
Verse 2: [Big Ed]
I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it clean
back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean
Bulletproof vest, Smith amp; Wess
for enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction
I'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson.
Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers
Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck.
I holds my own like I'm pissin'
beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen
They tryed to set me up, why did they push me
Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy
rap me up between the sheets
nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat.
I shot the hoe who set me up
I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut
I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though
cause before I left, I hit the set amp; took all the dope
Chorus: [Master P}
I'm going thorugh some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
(Mr. Serv-On)
So if it seem, point the beam
Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream
Lean my body if they could,
and wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would
Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest
but if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass
I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me
She know these streets got me crazy
I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change,
to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game
My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein.
Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go
and if I do, someone please close my eyes
when I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor
That's why I never trust a bitch
cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip
Ready to knock ya head off for that paper
always down for a caper,
Mr. S-E-R-V
I'm going through some thangs, lord help me
Chorus: [Master P}
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
[Master P talks]
Going through somethangs, ya heard me
I done made it out the ghetto
and every nigga that I know, that still there
Think I owe them somthing
and every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me
or wanted to be, wanna be just like me
They think I owe them something
Every bitch I stopped fucking with,
thank I owe them something
Know what I'm sayin'
Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car
Nigga can't even walk though the streets
without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some
I got mine, and you can get yours
Motherfuckers in my family,
they think a nigga just got boo-coo money,
just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker
that don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker
Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya own
Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore
without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood
you must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads
But I'm bigger than that nigga
I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga
[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you
[Hook - 2x]
Face like a model, body like a dancer
Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her
[Master P]
Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners
Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda
Rolita, Lolita
Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya
Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper
And if you single girl, I'd like to date ya
Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami
Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami
Get a grip mami, you're the shit mami
Take you to Joe's, put some'ing on your wrist mami
[Hook - 4x]
[Theresa Esclovon]
I love, your whole thugged out side
That all, just drives me wild
Makes me, wanna be with you
Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you
[Master P]
Soldier boys where y'all at, soldier girls where y'all at
Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance
Then the girl, wanna freak me
Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me
She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man
In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band
Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas
But I ain't tripping, cause I'm really starting to feel her
Man this night, it can get like drill
I'm in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller
[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you
[Hook - 2x]
bart -
- unixwarrior -dot- org
Water bubbling,
Voice in background repeating quot;make crack like this quot;
Masta P
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
C Murder
Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz
C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top
Now ya cocaine powda is crack.
Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.
Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)
Silkk
My phone rang I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel
You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table
I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some Tru G's
See me and P and C
with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam
And then playa hit yo block
And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
Nigga Nigga never let a nigga
Front you no dizos
Start from the ground
Work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killas on yo team
Keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck with snitches
Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches
4. Keep a low key
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5. Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug money.
Chorus.
Fade Out.
Girls jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto ballin
My real thugs got me
UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!
Love money, hate haters
10 years later, still gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheel
It's Univeral now
Just signed a big deal
Party at the spot, come ball wit me
And if you aint a real Don
Stop calling me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My only bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we really dont have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
Thats just business and money
Call me the big dog, yall the little cats
You aint a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back
Ok, we dont rent or lease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yall whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats only mine
And that frank limo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the playground, its time to go in
I made my first million at the age of ten
I love the girls, cuz the girls love me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at
I could buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!
We keep it real, we dont lie
We comin at you, look look
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Look, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU player for real, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Talkin bout diamond rings
Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange
You with that climb the range
Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feelgood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orleans
We can fly to Maine
Learn some new languages
We can fly to Spain
Look at what my ring say
Now thats a hell of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a hell of a team
And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream
And if I say so my self, No Limit
[Police Call]
211 211 we are looking for Master P
The suspect is armed and dangerous repeat armed and dangerous
[Master P]
I'm gone had to lose the alarm ducking the Dodge
and movin the fuckers through the tracks so the beats all wrong
Now I'm movin at a fast pace
(Will the cops catch P?) huh man no way
It's time to make my move jump in the groove
Had the cops on the drill (Yo partner watcha gonna do)
lose these fools I hear the ?? left the cops
Hella mad once say ohh shit (Which way did he go? I don't know)
I started laughin then threw my rope out the window
Zip the zone and out the back POP,POP,POP
but I ain't going out like that cause even mace wont blind me
It takes a 100 cops, an army, and dogs and they still couldn't find me
Cause I'ma brother that's raw
Jump a gate, or a fence, a bridge just to lose the law
[Chorus]
Getaway clean, they'll never find me
Getaway clean, they'll never find me
[Master P]
I can't stop cause I might get popped
Falling in the hands of some crooked ass cops
Cause if a cop thinks he's mean then ya did it
Me serving two to twenty man I ain't with it
So I keep on moving to the door groove
Shot a ghost in the back to the old school
Back for revenge like a terror somebody
drop a dime or ran, a cop said I dare ya
"stop in the name" of the law
Me stop man I'm too raw
You never find P jacking up a police car
Cause I'm a mission
If you ever get chased be the cops play close attention
or you'll get beat, but if you wanna get away
say Master P, a brother that's cool
Rob a bank and I play the boys in blue like fools
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Fedz has me trapped without fled
The scene some smuggling dope from Cali to New Orleans
From the West to the East coast where there were dope beats pumped
The most but I wont leave a trace
Take an old crew, my boy mixin with the dope plates
This is ready to done pack and then deliver
Out to the streets were the dope beats shiver
Now I'm getting at ya movin by the police than Bo Jackson
Then my hip hop bails
And if a cop comes closer I'll lead him to the wrong trio
Pair em like bait
It was the ? cocaine it wan't nothin but a dope tape
And two of them sirens I dont buzz
Pick a cop that bugs me amateurs
[Chorus]
[Skit]
Oh man I'm out of gas
Let me stop by this house and see if anyboody in there
(knock,knock,knock)
"Who is it?"
"Yo baby my car is stuck can I use your phone?
Ohh baby you look good!"
"Sure come on in make yourself at home"
"Where have you been all my life?"
"You look like you're familiar
what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't!"
"Well here's the phone, I'm gonna go freshen up
(he's in the living room)"
"Freeze!"
"Where you at?"
[Master P]
Im rolling 90 M-P-H
But you can't catch P not even with a blind date
??? and if it try to date me I'll be out tomorrow
Cause I'ma brother thats legit
Too smooth for the world and law can't mess
with known for pushin much though wanted by america
for rhymes and untouchable
[Chorus]
[Featuring E 40]
Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up boy?
MP: Whats up 40 boy?
E 40: Talk to me weepilation.
MP: Dey dont know we been doin dis.
E 40: Last Deezy Last Don.
MP: Bay Area playa nigga.
E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. Like dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin and Bay stranglin and hustlin
Morning, night, day in NOrleans
And dang near fallin asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and weavin and ditchin and dodgin po-po, penelope force
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope game wasnt gettin along any
how
We had been went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin fool
That other shit was cool
(Chorus)
E-40:
Get your money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get paid
Get your mail man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your mail
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your snaps man, get paid
Mater P:
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs
Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game wont change, these niggas cant fade me
Mama still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads
And all I want be is a soldier
Cause Im tired of runnin from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey cant hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still blowin doja
Keep my composure when times hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run wit the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas
And push 600 wit a bulletproof
The ghetto Bill Gates
The only president wit a gold tooth
(Chorus)
E-40:
Uh, n-neva let your guards down
Always play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence this
Paint a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict what I was about to say
Within the next couple of sentences
Technically impossible
To hard to call
See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what Im about
Master P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped
Nigga tired of hangin in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me crazy
But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby
And only God can take me
And aint no nigga in this hood gone play me
So when I ball Im a ball til I fizall
And when Im gone put my name on the wizall
(Chorus)
[Ad-libs until end]
-Master P- (talking)
Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain't never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.
-Lawand/Mercedes-
Since you've been away I've been down and lonely
Since you've been away I've been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru
I'm missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
Verse 1 - Master P -
Uhhhh, I got you livin' in mansions
Jumpin' out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, Möet with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo' lips an' hair an' toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I'm livin' wrong, tryin' to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can Uhhhh then squeeze ya', tease ya'
You wanna rub me let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain't got no nine to five
Hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be ya
Tell you I'm a thug and they can't wait till I leave ya'
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say
Chorus -Lawand and Mercedes-
I'm missin' you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
-Verse 2 - Master P-
You was a high school queen
Met me sellin' ice cream on the corner went double-up servin' Fiend
Even though I'm a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we'd a play rugby
I got you flyin' first classes on planes
Jumpin' offa' trains
Takin' cruises on boats, sippin' champagne
Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That's why them hoes wanna be ya, but they can't
Taking trips in Land Cruisers
Droppin' off cash to the bank
But they don't know what you done see
The shit i done put you thru
you done take for ya' boo
The FED's harass you
The lies you dont told for me
And when i went to jail you found a way to visit me
Runnin' up ya phone bill
Sometimes the kids didn't even have a decent meal
It ain't no limit to this ghetto love
Even though i mighta' slangin' drugs
You still showed me love
That's why I'm here for ya', Boo
But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love too
CHORUS
Verse 3 - The Shocker
I got a and i wonder why and i wonder what she in me
And man I can't lie
Cuz i'll be hustlin' , hangin' wit my homies all night ch'all
I'll be hustlin' from the morning to the night fall, aight ch'all
It's kinda hard tryin' to stay clean
Tyrin' to chase dreams
Tryin' to make it happen
But this rappin' ain't what it seems
Know what i mean
Now thru thick things ya' stood beside me
When I was on the run, you help me on the real
Tryin' to make a mil but on the real
That's tight but a little money can't buy me
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g's in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya' blame it on my mom's lifestyle
My thuggish-ruggish friends
Ya' keep tellin' me
My fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an end
Ya' gotta' realize I ain't tryin' to be no broke fart
I'm takin' the chances now
Cuz it's gonna be hard for our future sons and daughters
I'm tryin' to take trips to Reno
Cash chips like casinos
Live life as a high roller
Silkk the Shocker make moves like Valentino
I only got one chance, so I got to take it
If you could just be patient
Down for the silent 20 just for waitin'
Yo' mom think I'm a thug
She still don't like me
Ya' friends think I'm a ghetto thug
But this is ghetto love that they can't see, G
I know when it rains it pours, one day i gotta stop
And when I do ima be sittin' on top
And gonna be sippin' champagne on yachts
Cars and tennis bracelets just a thang (meanwhile)
I'll be home tonight
So keep it tight for this gangsta
30 G's and with not deep could the game get
4 ki's in the safe and I aint to be fucked with
living like a baller done cross to that other level
they bury so many motherfuckers I gotta carry a shovel
Casue I dont play when it comes to my mil man
its risky seeling that cocain
watch your ass or watch your back punk
cause in Richmond California motherfuckers ending
up in a trunk but I aint going out like that
I keep on pumping the gage and no limit they got my back
police keep harrassing me all the time
I guess they tripping cause the P done went big time
[Chorus]
Im making money, fuck a bitch cause im paid(Im living like a hustler)
x4
[Girl]
Tom Cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch
[Master P]
What else should I say fuck a bitch
[Verse Two-Master P]
Me and the chill we was rolling
bebbing we was foling
wholesale selling
T Dog golding
seen some bitches at the bus stop
following with that ass out
looking for some tricks but I with that bullshit
Im all about my meal I sell that crack cocain
I got the wholesale yeah im the dope man
serving the dope fiend for riding the protein
a little B12 and its fast but its crystal clean
bigger than ever thats clever, Im making mo' mil
????, trying to take a nigga to jail
but motherfuck that I aint going out like that
selling that crack and bitches talking behind ya back
[Chorus]
[Verse Three-Master P]
Check the rolex its time to pick the mail up
slanging and banging, yeah thats how I came up
strapped on the bullet proofvest for some foul play
a nine on my lap, and on my dash is my AK
my operation run smooth, my money is always there
cause niggaz know I can act a damn fool
now its time to move on my pager ranging
reach my the mobile phone so I can see who's hanging
but if its a broke bitch damn I hang it up
cause a nigga aint got time to get his dick sucked
Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up
everybody in the hood just as smoked up
so I just walk with my locs on, and get my motherfucking
set get it going on, in other words I see a fiend in the
motherfucking park, you know im serving em in the dark
but I dont cause I pack a fuvking dis 9, you know the
god damn turf is all mine sometime niggaz hall in the streets
but I dont run from the po po police
I got fiends in the back instead of the front, Im selling
20's and dimes and even crum and motherfuckers better low
cause I gotta get it, I got a 9 motherfuckers so deal with it
and get a beat from a fiend everytime I wear a bulletproof
vest so nigga go up in it, and I dont give a fuck
if niggaz cant stand me, Im on the turf motherfucker
selling candy
[Chorus]
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause I'm the dope dope man
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause I'm the dope dope man
I see tweakers when I walk chase a nigga through the park,
grab my fucking 9 and keep them dope fiends in line
*Chorus til' end*
[Featuring C Murder Mr. Serv On]
This is an invitation for all my thug niggas to come join me
on a journey to the ever lasting ship of eternal life
a place where there's no violence no pain no crime no prisons no
ghettos
nothing but sunshine at the end of the road so come with me let's ride
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga
(2X)
[C Murder]
Nigga back in the days I was afraid of the police
just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets
my ghetto hero was above the law I caught a glimpse of a bullet
that took him down like a south paw uneducated to the game of life
I was hated to the grave but the pen kept my mind right
a young motherfucker doomed since day one
shit I'm a fool I'm a ball 'til my time come
a G to me is like a mil' on the streets I'm a kill just to eat
and leave my enemies on the concrete they say a soft heart
make a bitch nigga stay alert stay alive that's the code of a thug
nigga
I wanna rob and steal but crime pays the bill niggas know I'm real
so my pain is what they feel I'm a rider TRU niggas gone feel me
C-Murder ain't gone die 'til a bitch nigga kill me
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga
(2X)
[Master P]
How many niggas want to ride with me
when I'm gone don't no mothafucka cry for me
I want the nigga that did it to die with me
and his mama and his brother take a ride with me
cuz I'm a killer (a killer) nigga baller
servin' up the 3rd ward Cali or New Orla'
nigga like the devil with the motherfuckin' red prints
fight me like a monkey on top of an elephant
the game got me crazy profecy dazy
this god wasn't ? when a nigga tried to play me
god won't you save me nigga only baby only time could take me
mama why you made me like is like slavey tech-nines and three eighties
homies live in shady pray for your baby my first born replace me
this ghetto might waste me I'm a hunted bitch like ghostly
it be a nigga close to me that take me
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga
(4X)
[Mr. Serv-On]
they told me in this life those who start off last a end up first
those who start up first a end up last
last time I saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50
years
without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward
bastard
ask him durin' his term how many niggas sawt jail cells and found
cascidy
place me the plastic when its time to shoot only god will know the
truth
what's in a nigga's blood is in his heart
from the start my pain was irreversable the book on how to kill a
nigga
is unwritable my title don't sulitify our right to tell a child how
to live his life or how to stop a man when he beat his wife but if you
turn
your back grab your gun we could ride tonight
and ain't no game as I stroll on
nigga you know this S-E-R-V mister get my ride ON
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga
(4X)
hahhahaha the media point the finger at me like I'm the bad guy
but its ok just take a good look at me I'm no different then your
average
businessman society wants to eliminate me but uh in a few years
you be wishin' you had another Don like me sincerly yours America's
nightmare Master P
{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]
What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office!
This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie.
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row
you got niggas packin heat
and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
and the game get thicker
when you think its all good
down bows another nigga
to the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
but I've seen alot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
I'm too deep to quit
cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits
dead presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
dead presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
and on my stomach spells T-R-U
that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
that jumped out this game of crack
to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
and we aint takin no shorts
independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
and them blue signs is thicker
cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker
wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you runnin on my set
talking that hoe shit fool
and No Limit only means the beginning
cause when the other niggas is fading
we just beginning
got more juice than ojay
got more four than fourplay
got more game than M.J.
and like Cube say today will be a good day
25 G's for a key
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
and we bout to chop the top off
this motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
oh, and them hoes is the side show
and bustas gettin beat down
niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
and we sicker than sickery
tricker than trickery
catch you slippin bitch than you history
cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get deep
how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
you gotta watch your ass
and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
and watch close to your enemy
cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
and the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
but don't tell a nigga where your stash
you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game
to all my niggas out their in the game
ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can
(chorus plays as P talks)
yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich
know what I'm sayin
all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco
and all them hustlas thats rollin with me
the TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000
got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit
[Master P talking]
Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man
(Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man)
Nah man, I'm tellin' you
(Another one of them freaky tails hey P)
Nah it ain't another fuckin' freak tails man
This girl named Dana, you can bang her man
[Master P]
There once was this girl named Dana
The dick was the only thing that contained her (Yeah)
She had real big tits, built thick as fuck
The girl was fine but the bitch was a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard a knock on the motherfuckin' door
I said "Who is it?" then she said "Ya know"
Then I unlatched the got damn lock
The girl came in and showed me her cot (Oh yeah)
The bitch said...
(Uh uh, I don't wear no draws, ya damn right)
(Ya won't never catch me with no draws on honey)
(Baby cause I'm everybody's good bitch)
[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) There she go right there, loook, look, look
Dana, you can bang her (That's my sister you talkin' about nigga)
Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm just clownin' I'm just clownin'
[Master P]
Dana, you can bang her is the name of the song
Dana is a bitch that can fuck all night long
And she'll love it if ya have a big dick
One night she came over by my house, listen to this
I called her baby, she grabbed my dick
She sucked it like a bottle and drove me crazy
Then she sucked my nuts and jacked off my dick
Poured honey up my ass and started to lick
That's when I said STOP
The bitch eyes turned green and she said "Give me all ya got"
The bitch hit the kitchen and got some ice
Rubbed it on my nuts and dick and played juggle the dice
Then she jumped up and did a handstand
Upside down, singin' "You're my magic man"
Dick juiced her all in the face
I was about to put on my pants but the bitch said wait (Wait)
[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) I'll give ya something to bang
[Master P]
Now ya know Dana is the neighborhood bitch
In case ya bump into her, she looks like this
She has a tattoo on her ass, a picture of a flower
She drives a 300 ZX, she comes out after hours
She wears real tight clothes and some small little draws
A one night stand, she likes em' six feet tall
But don't fall in love cause you'll get used
To Dana it's a job and your just a toot
Has a body like thunder, make ya just wonder
Lick ya ear, lick ya chest and then she goes under
So be on the lookout, ya need a whip and chain to tame her
And if ya meet a workin' girl named Dana
Ya better watch out because it might be Dana
[Hook]
Dana you can bang her (Ha, ha you got to hook me up with that bitch)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (I give head to anybody for free) [* Cheering *]
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
My whole calendar is open
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
From January to the end of December
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
(Intro)
Whats up nigga where the weed at?
Man I smoked all that shit.
Nigga the shit I left on the coffee table you smoked all that?
I smoked all that shit that shit was good
And you aint saved me shit nigga?
I just got a little carried away
You know how fucking far I had to go to get that nigga?
Ill pay
Get in the fuckin car then nigga.
Come on nigga lets go!
(/Intro)
This cowboys gone ride to California
They got that green sticky weed when its on ya
(Yee-haw) Hit the bay area to holla at the people
Forty Whodi done changed his phone and his beepa
Now Im tweekin for that green sticky dank
(gotta have it 2x)
Roll falayo(?) back to Richmond but it gotta stank
(say it again)
Went to the house alone but it was closed
(what happened fool?)
DeAndre aint doin nothin hes got homies on parole
(Yee-Haw!)
Went to the Hilltop Mall headed straight to Oakland
35 saps(?) say its a drought yall must be jokin
Got on the great bridge didnt stop till I get to Frisco
(Yee-Haw!)
Gotta couple bags of that dank now its official
Gotta concert to do down in la leezy
And if I run out Snoop Dogg say he got me fo sheezy
Now yall know why I love California
Cuz my mamma n my daddy got that stank on ya
Hold up man bring me back to Richmond I forgot to see my momma
Intro: [Master P]
Are you ready to boldly go,
where no family has gone before
The Ghetto Enterprise has landed.
Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat,
Captain Kirk, has arrived.
Women, if you're lucky, Captain Kirk will save you,
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me
Are you ready [Yes I Am!!!!]
1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend]
Master P:
Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper,
but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin'
captain
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank.
I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees,
No Limit niggas don't say hoes,
ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze...
Fiend:
Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
Captain Smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin',
come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
the bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga,
go figga,
all she wanted was that man to change,
but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains.
Chorus:
Captain Kirk, can you save me
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me
Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby.
Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time and they be callin' back,
talkin' bout' quot;Silkk, why you do all that playin' quot;.
And she had the nerve to tell me,
if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless,
I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick,
then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose.
Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind,
I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs.
Simply, a bitch might give you some weed,
a bitch might give you a buck,
man, but since you my boy you
better use a condom, before you try to fuck.
Take the game from this show bug,
cuz Silkk ain't no love.
I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I
take'em back and get the most love.
And ain't no beam'em up Scotty,
ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work.
It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze),
all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig,
bring yo' Bebe kids cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in
approximately five minutes.
Chorus
Verse Three: [Mystikal]
Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!!
my mama done got me bent.
What the fuck you mean, where I was, who I was with,
and where the fuck I went
Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD,
if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus cuz
you quick with that pleasure.
You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride,
I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL.
I can't seem to satisfy you,
bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!!
They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it,
this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made
and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you
bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man
do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do,
give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through.
Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin'
behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got
trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin' been due.
It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard,
for me and the rest of my niggas.
Mean these tramps they it like weed,
SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!!
Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work,
This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk,
NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chorus
Outro:
-Girl
Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids,
even though they ain't from you,
baby my kids love you.
Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV,
I know you pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
baby we need a brand new car boo,
six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh I took that extra checkbook,
I need my... hair, nails, toes did,
I want a brand new house,
a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and
don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk.
Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream.
I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to
pick up your cape out the cleaners.
[Master P]
Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of
the ghetto in five seconds,
four,
three,
two,
one.
[Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off
and flying away]
[Featuring EA Ski Rally Ral]
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment for your punk ass
my nigga Ski whats up
my nigga C whats up
my nigga P whats up
I'm read to tear shit up
coming straight from the land of the O A K
and now listen to Ral ruler of the bay
no matter where you at be it rain or snow
on a motel floor with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with
let me tell you bout this little fool I know
he was swift and fast, always on the go
anybody was his target, just to let you know
to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or less
always headed for your head, to avoid the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame
get in his way, you're shot on the spot
cause he has no name
CHORUS: 4x
hollow tips in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
cause bullets got no name
cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got your name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be playing
bodies will be laying
cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating
run up and get the four-four
open his chest with the full metal jacket
and put that nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
my bullets have no name
so your partners better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O
got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers wanta do me
but run up and get some slugs from a nigga
you thought was your homie
ain't no love in this town huh
so you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh
yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga
you fuck around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
keep your partnas out this shit
this bullet has no name
CHORUS 4x
about yay short, about yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
took out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do any gay
and the music shit don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Limit Records
I mean some real niggas
done hooked up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
and every fucking concert
there's either some nigga, some bitch
with a bloody red shirt
or under the fuckin white sheet
this shit won't change
cause it'll happen again fuckin next week
and these bullets aint gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata
CHORUS 5x
[Featuring U.G.K.]
[Master P]
Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes of somethin
My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G.K.
Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break this shit cross border!
Ya heard me! From Texas to New Orleans
Hustla balla gangsta cap peala
Who I be? Your neighbahood drug deala
A young nigga that's bout it {bout it}
I mean we No Limit Soldiers
Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll haters
{Sumthin fo' y'all haters}
Y'all can't fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us
Now I'm Stage "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball
Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the wall
Bout ta go pyscho, {psycho}
And load this rifle {load this rifle}
I'm from the projects were we all thank alike though
And killen ain't nuthin but a hobby
Don't make me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery
Like some brand new Jordans you tied up
You sound like the chicken so it's time to get plucked
By a Gangsta, keep one up in da chamber
Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots
Got the fed of me, fo them dope fiends
Where I from? A little town called New Orleans
But blowin up like B-12 {B-12}
Niggaz don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell
The murder capitol of the world
Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl!
And if you come stunnin on them gold Daytons
I'ma have to break you off somethin!
Break You Of Somethin
Don't make me break you of somethin
(repeat 3X)
[Pimp C]
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules.
If a bitch is talkin shit, then that bitch gon have to snooze
Pimp C, bitch now what the fuck you said?
A-K hit the wall tore the stuffin out the fuckin bed
I'm lookin at fed, I'm pullin auto
Tommorow I got quarter ain't gon' fo
Nigga oh me money thankin this shit bought a six four
I'm bout ta pull a kick door, I need mo money, money, mo money, money
Took the keys, took the cheese and fucked his man honey honey
Now the games has escalated, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell thhe Po Po's all the shit we did
I'm lookin at rape, I'm lookin at kidnap
But when the bitches get here they gone be full of hot caps
I'm breakin the bitches off, put them in the trunk!
Riden around P-A bout it hostages bout it hostages blowin skunk
Cause gettin rid of enemys ain't really nothin nothin
Pimp C bitch 14-96 will break you of somethin
Break you of somethin
Don't make me break you of somethin
(repeat 2X)
[Bun B]
We comin down like the cell and that God Damn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
Ya bitch no it's over!
You can call all the calvary,
Renforcements, and Yo local P-D
They gettin somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G's be
We 3, Me, C and Master P
Sippin on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck poppin in yo C-B, Bitch we poppin in the clear
And now we all up in you grill live in 3-d, Wit Drama
Disaster, and Debt when you make me have to blast ya
You has to recegnize you fuckin wit murda masters
Who blast ya yo ass
And make you mama call the pastor, die fasta
Then you thought, no that's yo ass bro
It's a class up, nine scrilla on the fo rilla
Direct from the villa of killas, now who fakin the trilla?
Watch me filla wannabe Cap pilla, wit them slugs
Filen fo Joe's, Jackin and jumpin
Bitch, don't make break you of somethin, nigga!!!
Break em off somethin
Don't make me break you of somethin
(repeat 5X)
[Master P]
And for all y'all motherfuckin niggaz
that's rappin about niggaz on records
Y'all hoes and hoes talk shit
Niggaz know who the real fuckin Ice Cream Man is
Cause broke niggaz talk shit!
I could never talk about a nigga on a record, you heard me!
It's No Limit for life!
Any nigga run up, get his motherfuckin wig twisted, you heard me!
Don't make me break you off somethin
(Master P)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)
Y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing ain't nothing but a hobby
Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
But blowing up like B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
I'm a have to break you off somethin'
(hook)
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)
(Pimp C)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'
hook
(Bun B.)
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga
[Master P]
uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem
y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it)
if you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it
(that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it
I represent, its 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer
Cause I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
we doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what)
we in the studio rippin' up dope tracks
Cause we real, you betta guard your grill
Cause if we bout it, bout it
if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed
I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at
3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain't no softy
betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin' water
I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)
I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
you betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it
I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
lay you on the floor and tell you
bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
put the pistol to your head
ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'
gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin'
cause their little boy is dead
cause that color blue or red
and wanta do waht them other ballas said
to make some snaps, I mean to make some money
to break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
you want that beat in, ain't no way out
but death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
if you bout it, say you bout it
I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it
C-Murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's bout it, bout it (bhudda
nigga ????, that nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)
Mercy Caller you know he's bout it bout it
and Cali-G in California is bout it, bout it
Mo B. Dick (if you bout it) you know he's bout it bout it
Nick Pokey you know he's bout it bout it
KLC of the Parkway is bout it, bout it
and Mr. Serv-On is bout it bout it
and Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it bout it
Sonya-C you know she bout it bout it
Silkk the Shocker you know he's bout it bout it
and Mia X is bout to kick some flava (she's rowdy, rowdy)
[Mia X]
Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
so when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
so don't doubt the angel like voice, come across
get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep em sick from the way I kick my shit
and KLC got em scared cause he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
No Limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette
with that pimpstress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beaucoup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
fel a taste from drame scenes
infared beams aimin' at your forehead
ain't no fuckin' country boys
soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
puddles froma fuckin' ????
now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
I really can't call it, cause once the gumbo be grieven
a nigga start ballin'
strike up the second line band
and put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood
[Master P]
Bitch I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
from Kansas City to St. Louis they bout it, bout it (they rowdy)
down in Memphis you know they bout it bout it
from L.A. to Alabama they bout it bout it
Washington to Carolina to Georgia (they bout it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to Florida
Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit (do that gangsta walk)
Lexington Kentucky to Louisville (you bout it) you know they bout it bout it
I mean they rowdy (break it up)
from Richmond California to San Francisco, to Oakland they bout it bout it
down in Houston they bout it bout it
the Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it bout it
from Dallas to Waco to Austin (they been bout it)
to Jackson to Mississippi them niggas flossin' (means they bout it)
B and M's on triple-gold and they bout it
that's how these gangstas roll
from Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
to Batton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans (they bout it)
they bout it, (they rowdy) I mean they rowdy
in Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they bout it
my homie Tre-8, they bout it
loony Skull Dugrey you know that fool is bout it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean Green, DJ Roe, Greg Streep
Levi, may he rest in peace
and all the other motha-niggas that are dead
like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it bout it
BOUT IT (bout it bout it)
Verse One:
Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up
Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up
They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man
Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine
Fool started shooting
I rolled down the window
Let out some smoke, car full of that indo
Pointed the Tec-9, smoked the passenger
Another nigga to' up but bitch I laugh at ya
Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out
Niggas got away so we ride out
Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know I serve ya
And sucka when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
Chorus:
Its gonna be a bloody murder,
And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2]
Verse Two:
Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it
Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit
This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on,"
He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him
Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass
I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz
They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away
They thought they had me caught but the P just hid away
And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge
You see I didn't get him, I'll probably get his friends
He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and I'll serve ya
And dope fiend when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
-Chorus- [x2]
Verse Three:
I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin
Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin
I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off
I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost
He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on
She said "P I'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"
I said damn I was a trippin cuz I fuck bitches all the time
So tell that nasty bitch I catch her ass at about nine
Later that night I had to pop her
Knocked on the door said bitch I came to fuck
But see before I hit the pussy, and got a nut
Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up
The bitch ran out the hosue, you know I'm gone hurt her
And bitch when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
-Chorus- [x2]
Kid: Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school.
P: Son didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting?
Kid: But he called me a nigger.
[Master P]
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5)
And this goes to every woman man boy and girl
Its a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang bangers crease sides and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes
In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3)
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is cause we VIOLENT?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?
So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back
Independence, its a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And tell me Hilfiger discriminate
And sell us clothes
But we can't blame him cause
We don't support the black stores
And only God can judge
??? and what's
White or black and red and blue equals gang banging
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3)
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
(I'm just a black man
Trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain
(Hold on, hold on
Trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain
[Silkk]
P pray for your little brother
[Master P]
Silkk, keep your head up
[Silkk]
I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn)
What about all of the people that died in the past?
Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty
And I know they didn't do it
But still they can't get back
I see the copper be tryin' to nail me
Police constantly trailin' me
Cause I'm young, rich, and black
I'm always under survelience
Dash me out the car
And wanna ask me who the car fuck
Thay allowed to carry guns
Can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?
I'm guilty till proven innocent
Still we all equals, how do you figure?
Cop told me
"you weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a
nigger"
I seen the hardest of my homies
Break down in tears
A white judge looked them in the eyes
And gave them 35 years
Now its a everyday struggle
I hustle just to live
To raise your kids
When they got them teachin' them
Their parents better than them
They got me thinkin'
The color of my skin
Is a sin
I'm a black man in a white man's world
Where its set up for me not to win
Lookit, ain't that about a bitch
They look at us like we ain't shit
But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists
I'm a black man (Unghhhhh)
[Master P]
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3)
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
Outro:
Check this out (check this out)
Underneath (underneath)
Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white)
We all equal (we all equal)
We all equal (we all equal)
We all (remember that)
Got the same opportunity
Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers
Ain't a black or white thing
Pick the best man for the job
And there shouldn't be no hatin'
Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house
Should be able to live wherever you want
The same hospitality they give to athletes
And movie stars
Should give that same hospitality and companionship
To your neighbors
You heard me?
Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me
I just make music
For the reality
Only the real could feel this, huh
Only the real could feel this
West-syy-eed
Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It?s the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up
No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin
Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin
What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It ain't no rules when you ain't got
nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos
So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air
If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair
Watch what hood you select
Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck
We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and
I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now I'm big and strong as Herman Munster
It's the set I threw up, tha only way ta go
It's the way i grew up, the only way I know, fa sho'
It ain't about Crip or Blood, and it?ll never die
Because there's too much love
High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that Dub-S to that C-lite
I?m ready, but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this Neighborhood quickster
Raised in a system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created
Started in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancer
Now tha country's infected, gangbangin world wide, beat the death pole
I guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghetto
But Westside niggaz are the craziest, that's why I'm keepin
My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men
Ain't no tellin what them niggaz gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know me, Shazzam!!
I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I?m riddin over low term beef
Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P
Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It
Told y'all niggaz the Westside the best side
We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulate
Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigga, makin green
Nigga it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
The legal way baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick cause we sicker
Niggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
Fuckin' field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
Nigga a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
Niggas not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle
Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, niggas we rowdy
Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
[Hook]
[Master P]
Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back, back
But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
Niggas think we slangin' dubs
Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world
Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck nigga you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga you better duck nigga
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
We a threat to society
They ban our movies our videos but we still #1 in America
You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
when he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Verse 1 (Master P)
I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ??
Besides them g's, I'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That I could go gold
platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
(Chorus x3)
Verse 2 (Mystikal)
Nigga tell me what you gone do
its just me and you, you and I
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
tell your fucking boys don't move
cause like a rug I got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
if you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's I just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up
(Chorus x3)
Verse 3 (Silkk)
Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am I
Silkk the Shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see I be counting money like a machine
No how I'm saying I got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for 18
You know what I'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
you know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but I still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how I'm saying, 4 g's and I run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until I done it
And its cool I gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way I gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him
(Chorus)
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest
Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya
See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang
Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man
And if a fool live he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope
I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked
[Chorus]
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
[Master P]
Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce
Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few
23rd street, I'm posted in the cut
Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves
Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ???
Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with automatics
5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya
No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead
When people straight clip three bullets to your head
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat
I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette
O.G. but it's time for me to put in work
I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt
King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep
Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police
It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi
Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me
Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture
??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya
Cause it's slaughter in the dope game
Have you ever held the hands of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't sleep though
And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo
You gotta stay strapped
Ain't no time to blank
Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank
Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends
The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case
Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and that's real
And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled
[Chorus]
featuring Sonya C
Hey P man
remember that shit last year you was talking bout that
bloody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit
Verse 1
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
Sonya C:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bitch
So don't be talking that fucking Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese
Master P:
Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be some fucking more shit
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads
Sonya C:
Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese
Master P:
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit
(Chorus)
A motherfucking 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store
Verse 2
I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up
?? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
But I can't cause I got too many fucking bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
Played it cool bought a snapple man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hold on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the P don't take no shit
But this arab started following me
like I was gone steal some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
Drop your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
lets play a little fucking game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bitch looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump
And I'm off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags
(Chorus)
-Alright you inmate double o 652
get your ass back in that cell boy
-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay
but you don't always get away
Chill
(Chorus 2x)
We ridin 20s on the cars and 26s on the trucks
And everybody diggin us it aint no limit to the bucks
We makin noise in the game to let em know we comin up
And haters movin out the way they know they dont wanna play wit us
(/Chorus)
(Verse 1)
We ridin (Chill) how I spit em man
Pockets holdin 50 gram
Ridin big body Impala man me and my partners man
20 inch rims keep em spinnin like a ceilin fan
Haters gold tending tryin to get me out my figures man
But they cant get the man(no) cant hit the man(no)
Even them NBA dudes cant stick the man
Women crowd around me paparazzi takin pictures man
Catch me on the line at 3-1-0 Im fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty money to stack up
And plenty burners too in case you dudes wanna act up
Play with me or my crew and we'll be pickin them gats up
And have you on yo cellie callin homies for back up
And I dont think you really want it to come this
Something for that growl whodi you betta shut ya trap
But I aint really comin huntin for no drama
I just wana hit the club and leave with yo baby mama
(/Verse 1)
**Chorus**
(Verse 2)
We ridin 20s on the Bentley 26s on the Lac truck
If the cop will stop me Im probly gone get hacked up
Cuz Im underage but never underpaid
Im makin maximum wages richie rich I got it made
They call me Romeo big game plenty dough
You cant hold me so let me go I got talent and thats for show
Ask about the kid and they'll tell you that dude can flow
And when Im done with school I be hoopin up in the pros Whoa
No Limit boys we big rimmin our cars up
Tearin malls up spendin thousands at Toys R Us
Nobody else whos in the game go as hard as us
Theres noone as large as us, you dont wanna start with us
I know more about kids than grown women
Every week they watchin my show on television
They gotta love me they know the boys winnin
The girlies keep grinnin my rims they keep spinnin
(/Verse 2)
**Chorus**
(Verse 3)
Im a tell ya like this keep ya eyes on your chick
Cuz her eyes on my wrist and these boys that Im with
The girls like me whodi I dont blame em
Im in the Guiness Book of Records for the richest entertainer
Call me the ghetto Bill Gates cuz the system cant change us
Had money and cars way before I was famous
Im in the pros but I could buy the the team
I got two made buys one blue the other green
If it aint ridin spinnas then you know I cant roll it
And if I had it over a month then I let my cousin hold it
Im the first one on Cribs with a house with gold ceilings
Gotta truck load of Bentleys cuz thats how Im livin
In the winter pull the trucks out
The summer its the drop top
P Miller on my clothes (whoa) got a million in the watch
Hey move out the way Im ready to cause havoc
Me and my soldiers be ballin why must be yo actin
I leave cats distractin stickin like magnets
Im the shorty from the Phillipines the main attraction
Rollin up in fly whips switchin every other day
No Limit girls ball like the WNBA
(/Verse3)
**Chorus**
We ridin chill
[Featuring King George]
car full of weed
didn't see him creep up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his beeper
left him on the ground caughin blood
pissed in the ???? then pulled the plug
2 to the dome didn't let him suffer
and like a chicken put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich gotta think quick
be about your money you can't trust a bitch
fucked in the game gettin paid dues
but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, from bodies to zags
from forties to funeral
just another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody gives a fuck
here comes a black truck
2 days later everybody cryin
and at the funeral bangers in line
here comes his mother pushin through the crowd
screamin oh my god don't killm y child
I'm in the back dressed in khakies
9 in my pocket caue P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. pushing tapes and c.d.'s
puttin in work like some Levi jeans
and when my number's called, you know I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
back on the scene
P making green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, started from the Bay
from No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, ship it across the sea
Saint get the check, King break they neck
it's all legit, like Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctor
a nigga getaway, C-Murder got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you like a bitch
mark ass niggas get the motherfuck 86
besides wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get their teeth
stick it in the ground, till it turn blue
and if a fool live he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car with a broken jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's what you saw
retaliation's a must, that's why I bust
but fool, got 17 reasons
shut you motherfuckin ass up
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
gold on my ride
4 woofers, 2 Alpines
and when the Lexus stop
hoochies wanna form lines
fiends on my shit
lookin for a hit
watchin them niggas ????
trying to get a fix
I walk with a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, gone off that donja
Master P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the Brat
P leaving suckas stuck on their back
better check his pulse, left him with his eyes open
struck him from the back, god damn watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher ship
and this was who
I'll be like Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street hustla
still independent, started from the gutter
went big time, took to the gangsta rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the fucking like of crime
the hoods gettin hectic,
the P well respected
but got to pack some heat
incase some fool test me
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a pyscho
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint plus that ???
So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Still locin, blunted and smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me
End up in Motel 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me
Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
Chorus: repeat 2X
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we late night creep
[Master P]
Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break
Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys
Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'
Is it real, if it's not just chill
Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled
Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes
Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke
Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga flip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'
Underground King Pin, title dependant
Master P or should I say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull
And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool
And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude
And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin' with us all
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope
Chorus
[Master P]
Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California
To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas,
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina
[Silkk]
Man let me check this shit out
Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now
I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows
Kickin' it with bitches
Could be your bitch if you a real G
Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater
We can hold court in the streets
But if you my nigga little Rich
Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350
Hold me 7 of 'em nigga
I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl
Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand
'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then leave a mother
Say brah..
Bitch you better come on in!
J.D.
Whassup?
Where you at?
Huh, I'm right here nigga
(Y'all niggaz done fucked up now!
Y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together)
Haha check it outIt's over!!
J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach
I got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth
Well I know they sick of this, talk about what I got
Nigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck
J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank
A couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink
Well where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule
Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels
Make all the moves niggaz dream about
You know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh
J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin
I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin
I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters
Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator
We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars
and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars
Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch
and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up
Since day one I've been on burn
Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh
You know the game, yo' bitch chose me
The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa)
J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
Whassup man?
I think you need to back up off me brah
Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good
And I have a attitude problem
You might push that button to strike that nerve
So you need to just go 'head on and back up
WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??!
Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut?
I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome
Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone
See I'm the thug of the century
Cause I done laid it down
from the streets to overseas to penitentiary
We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers
I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya
See the eyes of the tiger in my blood
Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub?
We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat
I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah)
See nuttin don't last forever
but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever
Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut?
Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at?
All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back
See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill
Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill
I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller
Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter
Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop
When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock
From the South to the East, give it up
And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up
(UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me
Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me??
Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut?
Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup
You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug
I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood
Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud
No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up
Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up
So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love
Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs
and pistols bein cocked at all times
and when you run up you gon' fall down
Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down
You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier
So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
and to this district system free Soulja Slim
cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
Say Brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you fuck with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Niggas like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
niggas like Magic Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas
bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my niggas
and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
hated the likes and shit, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name
so when you the that soldier shit on my frame you holla
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
We bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
Hoody Hoo!
Hey brah I'm cold with it,
if you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them hoes about the P
and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
but say brah, I ain't no motherfucking stunter
I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest motherfucker you know
plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
and put a million motherfuckers on your street?
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt {What?}
Don't make me put yo' face on a t-shirt with some dirt
{Motherfucker it's on!}
I retired from the game til you niggaz got me fucked up
I'm back for 2000 to get y'all bitches and y'all niggaz bucked up
The media started hatin cause I made my money on the corner
I'm like the Energizer Bunny, on some weed and Corona
Now y'all don't wanna fuck wit me
I got some killers that'll bust wit me
and I represent that C-P-3
til I'm motherfuckin six feet deep!!!
Nigga I'ma ball til I fall, no fakin it's all real
How many niggaz can roll through the project, that made $56 mill?
We all tatted, all gatted, we hustlers, y'all addicts
Now who the fuck want static? I got the automatics
Motherfucker we back
To all the hater niggaz thought No Limit was fallin off
I'm here to set the record straight
MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOIN OFF!
On all you bitches speakin behind the microphone
One more word and I'ma follow you home
Empty my chrome, up in your dome
It's the Y-2-K motherfucker WE CAME TO CRUSH BONES!
Eternal sleep to all you niggaz talkin beef
I cut you up and eat you I'm a, wild fuckin beast
I'm like a fuckin bomb and P's the designator
Go 'head and push the button, LET ME GET RID OF ALL THE HATERS!
.. Nann nigga here can fade us, so BOW MOTHERFUCKER
BOW TO THE FUCKIN GREATEST!
We put the choppers up, my nigga done put the legs down
Niggaz think we playin at first, but shit done got serious now
We make nightmares come true, when we come through
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with us
that there they see what a nigga did done you, run who
and I don't believe in that ten years down the line shit
Revenge so when you come through? Bury your lil' son too
Shit is real now
We walk away, fuck nah I was taught to spray
If the drama too big for what I got on my hip
P and Magic brought the 'K
Niggaz done fucked up the game
That's why they got stuck for they chain
Niggaz ain't real killers, niggaz ? looked up in vain
See I ain't no killer, but if come down to it I'll bust yo' brains in
I don't give a fuck who around me, never touch my No Limit chain again
It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misled us
I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul
I been in and out of jail on probation and parole
And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth?
Now who's the real animal - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - police, really protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
Is there really a place where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound like heaven to me, huh
You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
You ready for the whole thing?
Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha?
Tchk, no
I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me?
That's straight
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless
Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this
to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight
Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night
I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt
See I make my money, every first of the month
If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you
Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true
I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind
But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine
A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist
A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit
Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool
Cause you know them niggaz think we rich
they gon' act a fuckin fool
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady
I just ask your name, I never say "Yo whazzup baby?"
because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day
Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way
wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride
I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live
Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu
Girl you keep it real with me
and look I keep it real with you too Boo
All of these feelings I'm holdin inside
Some feelings I can never hide
I never keep a secret or tell a lie
I'ma let you shine all the time
And when you roll through the ghetto
let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me?
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady
Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy
All I want.. is for us, to be, together
No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me?
My boonapalist -- every thug need one
That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me?
Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh
She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you
And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you
When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you
When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me?
That's a boonapalist, that's what I need
That's what I need a boonapalist
But all the homies out there
If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh
You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me?
[Master P]
The game of life did change
the old dope game is now called the rap game
in other words you can't trust nobody
money's the root of all evil
I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare
(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed
young nigga fourteen doing death row
look in the eyes of some killers drug dealers
from the projects young niggas
pulling hits in the ghetto to make change
that cop nigga blasting on other game
young villians in the ghetto starving
henicy and green with a young nigga balling
pull the plug if they shot me
just die every nigga and bitch that tried to stop me
just a young nigga tryin make skrilla
learnin double it up with the killas and the drug dealers
(Ugggggggggh)
(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
its hard times on the blocks in the projects
call my girl up in time to flip a county check
I got cocaine weed and enphadamine
Pac said P keep your eyes on your enemies
I ain't trusting no nigga or no bitch
that's the recipe in the hood nigga to get rich
thugs keep their gats right beside them
true niggas keep their gats cuz we riders
hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head
hit the horn motherfucker two niggas dead
R.I.P. tatoos weed and henicy
blow dust to the motherfucking enemies
(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
In school with pencils pass and books
in the ghetto with in Tex in killers and crooks
I done seen bloodshed over blood money
I done niggas kill over drug money
got the game from some OG ballin
down here 3rd world cali or new orleans
I won't change till they bury me a paid nigga
I won't change cuz P is a made nigga
I got killers and dealers on my side
I got homies and jackals ready to ride
got the game in my vein cuz I'm bout this
how many niggas out there really doubt this
(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
[Mac]
camaflauge and all that murder murder kill kill and shit
bad nigga from the bricks blood on my kicks
seen it all in the project halls and the street corners
never choked even when those folks ran up on us
solider rag sag on my eye no lie
fuck with me for sure die no lie
how many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed
laying niggas down (lay em down nigga) like apollo creed if need
got my game from that nigga versal keep your enemies close
shoot first and show the fakers no mercy
never dance with them youngsters
in your life nigga you don't wanna live amongst us
we ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it
fuck around get your whole click torn in it
bullet proof vest cover my chest
so you best aim for my brain if you try to put me to rest (we riders)
(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
[Chorus: Master P (4X)]
Throw em up if you a soldier,
if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers
The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it
Chorus
I'm a represent my hood till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills
Chorus
[Kane amp; Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers
[Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!
Chorus
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight
And light your joints
Inhale...slowly exhale
And that's how you get high.
(clip from Friday)
I know you don't smoke weed... I know this
But I'm gonna get you high today
Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 8X*}
(Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas
Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama
Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store
Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0
Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves
Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas
Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say
Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried away
Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker
Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers
Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies
cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty stomachs
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 4X*}
Green trees pack wood, make cabbage
I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit
Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac
Got a hottie in the front and one in the back
Blowin shotguns to me and my homie
I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny
I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn
I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in
Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready
Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti
Hoes down south must know voodoo
cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 5X*}
Y'all high yet
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 3X*}
Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy
Nigga I said are y'all high yet
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 3X*}
Oh, you think you trippin now huh
You thinkin you hearing voices nigga
Well, if you is then you high nigga, but if you ain't
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered
And divided into 3 quarters
Her children who was fit fell, peace
Battlin', golden', platinum
Friends of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when trust had no meaning
Family and friends who survived destroyed one another
Decided to the world
Love, peace, and brotherhood
Soldiers, high ashes to survival
Master P
To open up a path to reality
For some, judgement
[Master P]
The devil took the straps off my nigga legs
The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed
Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies
The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese
I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold
On these streets, anything goes
He was on the road
It took 'em ten to do him in
The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again
He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks
I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks
The reaper came and took him
I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him
As I walk through the shadow's of death
Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath
The kingdom of freedom is all they said
Why the shackle and chain
My homie's life slaid
gt;From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride
Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH)
Every mother will cry
[Chorus x2]
Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends
Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end
[Silkk]
Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending
Start to finish
Losin' or winnin'
I'm trapped in a whole world of sin
Who's to say your life is worth more than mine
Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die
Now my whole life I was scared
The only judge is god
But why do I (we) live by these man made laws
Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill
But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal
Heaven, leadin' up to the steps
Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death
And even though I never see
I believe there's a god
But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy
When times is hard
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
As the sand slowly poured
I see flashes of life
Time started ticking it's the end of my life
Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god
Behold no man or your life destroyed
He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom
Big ones and small ones
Good ones and mean ones
As the angel came the ghetto from hell
Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better
So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire
Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire
Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred
Hoping for second chance but ain't none
Cuz it's yo' final call
[Chorus till fade]
Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all
fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what
[Master P]
Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts
I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters
you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch
my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch
hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers
pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas
my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby
cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy
P don't take no shit from no suckas
but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse
They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click
you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split
I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics
them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit
my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups
I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up
cuz money and murder is the code that I live by
come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's}
I wanna put em in a hearse
they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk
fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some
If you want something come and get somethin (2x)
[Prime Suspects]
Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred
but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served
how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low
how you figure that you can come kick in my door
fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas
from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier
never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga
We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin
no talkin in this jack move be cool
while C pet you crime is the way in these days
niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way
prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine
I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine
If you want something come and get something (3x fade)
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
Now which one of y'all freaks wanna get down
with the biggest nigga in town the world renowned
You can meet me downtown in the lobby
walkin' past niggas that's dry as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why you actin' cool & yo' cousin lookin' nervous
Bullshit conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no)
Cube & Master P goin' half on a wench (biotch)
I ain't Whodini I'm the nigga with the beanie (yeah)
'bout to hit the Player Club lookin' for a genie
36-24-36 a hoochie with a big butt & some tits
she gotta be rowdy I mean be 'Bout It
share the nana with my boys or ya outtie
My El Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em say Unnnngh
then I let them go
See I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em say Unnnngh
then I let them go
See he's a ho you know he's a ho
How do ya know 'cause I told ya so
Yeah Westside hoes say Unnnnnngh (Westside)
Down South hoes say Unnnnngh
East Coast hoes say Unnnnngh
Midwest hoes say Unnnnnngh
You's a ho you know you's a ho
How do we know because yo pussy is sore
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
What huh what huh huh huh
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
Ay yo P man with all the hoes I see you with
man I know you's a ho.
Shit nigga you the ho nigga all the bitches I
done seen you with.
Naw man homey you the biggest ho in town homey
Nigga but when I say ho though Cube you know I
that didn't mean nuthin' bad it just mean that you got a
lot of hoes that's real, so probably when yo' son grow up
he gon' be a ho. When my son grow up he gon' be a ho.
But ho mean good though (fa sho) yeah nigga. Ha haa
My fuckin' grandchildren probably gon' be hoes (Damn)
That mean my great great great great grandchildren
gon' have bitches (& they gon' have hoes) fa sho
They probably gon' be hoes. The niggas gon' be hoes
& oh I don't know how it go but uhh what the bitches
gon' be then if the niggas gon' be hoes?
Hoettes Bitches Hoes nigga (oh OK)
Well what hoes you talkin' 'bout?
Don't make me call yo baby mama
Don't make me call yo baby mama
Yeah nigga
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker
Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (No Limit niggaz)
Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)
Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
Weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
Holla P! That mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats
How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot
How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change
How many, young niggaz still down in the game
I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends
I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when I walk the halls
I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I live the life of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about all that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)
I smoke weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
All this bullshit I'm goin through
I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs
Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure
You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggaz gon' test ya
We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks
Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit
And healthy niggaz shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once
So nigga let's get high, off these Hennesey and blunts
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools
I know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules
I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights
Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!
Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike
Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE
Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a fuckin idol
They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate
See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers
Couple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trust
Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS
Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZ
T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin LOVE
When I grab for snap automatics come off
like dancers drawers in strip clubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top
Til my homey, came up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials
I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)
Master P (Soldiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em hollow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Limit
Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)
TRU niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police
To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work
To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour
We dont Gangbang, just crack deal
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock
This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz
We chasin riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the club, Show me love
And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz
Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water
Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, And how we got here
No Limit
I'mma make y'all have it for a minute
But we want it back for the next 5 years
Hit the dancefloor, whodi!
The new No Limit baby
Respect it or check it
Master P, 5th Ward Weebie
Krazy
You got to rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
And do the Beattown Mo
Rock, rock, the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
Rock, rock, rock the boat
And do the Beattown Mo
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it
They call me the Ghetto Bill got the keys to the city
Hit the club for the girls lookin pretty
Big butts with them little-bitty waist-es
Ghetto fab but looks just like a waitress
Rip on her name was Sonya
Roxanne, Monique I put it on ya
It ain't No Limit to the change I got
You see the Bentley on the 20's in the parking lot
Hennessy and trees, that's all I need
Back it up, don't stop
Hit the floor, make it drop
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Weebie ain't gonna stop cause I know what ya want
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Now bring it around the world won't you jump for me
Bounce bounce baby baby make it jump for me
Where your head go at when you want it from the back
Them No Limit Souljas got you shakin' it like that
You can dance if you wanna do it if you wanna
Move it in a circle and put that thing in the corner
Shake if you wanna shake shake baby
No Limit not givin you a break baby
Now make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
We all thugs but I ain't gonna hurt nobody
Make it shake girl work that body
I want one thick like Bubblicious
That can clean the house and do the dishes
I'm lookin for a girl that can twurk
A thug chick that can put in work
Handle business with a mini-skirt
Jump suave with a P. Miller purse
Handle business on the dance floor make it twurk
Drop it like a dog then make it jerk
If I was in it they'd call me Don Juan
Gettin' cash then chickens is no crime
VIP is Crys' and Moet
Still thuggin' T-shirts and sweats
Ice cube on my finger 10 karats
I can swing a bat and break a record like Barry
Now Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
Make that thing whistle
Move around and whistle
Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real!
I like the way you feel - keep it real!
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real!
I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel...
Get you in the bubble with the top down, girl drop down
Got it home, ain't gon' stop now
Early in the mornin, squeezy show me
Straight to the temple, like to Mormons
Ten karats, strawberries, what about, a horse with carriage?
Champagne, do the damn thang
I thought I told ya, this soldier off the chain
Holla when ya need me...
Two-way me when ya wanna see me...
Holla when ya need me...
Two-way me when ya wanna see me...
I thought I told ya, I'm a soldier
3rd Ward die-hard, girl pull it over
To the backseat, to the Lex Jeep
Like Missy said, "make it go beep beep"
No Limit to slang thang bang gang
To my thang thang, you may do the same thang
Say ya miss me, then kiss me
Love me, hug me, ain't no quickies
Flashback, who's that dancin to the latest
No Limit is the greatest, are ya sure, please let it be
That's what I said, though ya didn't know yet
Holla if ya with me, I'm the best (?)
So don't ya have no doubt, I'm gonna spell it out
I need a thug to keep it real
I got the best of both, I dance from coast to coast
and I don't wanna bump but I love you for real
I like the way ya feel, two time to undress you
Better than your sweet leather keys with ya nephew
See you gotcha "Gameface" ready for ya main place
Real platinum ice, knew it since the first date
Girl you a diz-ime, rollin with the fiz-ine
Jumped on the (?) saddle, still get mines
Like I'm pretty sexy, exotic cute toes
Hit the corner, black six Bentley on the road
A lover not a fighter, goin for the tighter
Ain't Ludacris, but I'm "an all-nighter"
Round up the crew, hit up the chickens
Put on ya boots and get wit it in the kitchen, ya heard me?
I'm talk-ing, real love
I'm talking real love to you
I'm talk-ing, real love
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some green,
I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this bitch up, like the dice games,
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz
it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money,
now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,
gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up,
an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya,
it's when I fuck ya fasta,
don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have
shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards,
y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth,
bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
Suave House, No Limit soldiers
Real playaz,
wit nothin but this uncut,
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!
Here goes this potioness vocaless,
wit the motion of locus,
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you,
some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is,
a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???,
ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???,
inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me,
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real niggaz an bitches get high wit me,
I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
so handle bizze at the biz-house,
it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds,
so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
get rowdy, get bout it.
Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit,
don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart,
startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit,
dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit,
an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,
the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,
niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on,
green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,
tornados flows, blow away my foes,
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama,
in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'
for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. Click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you couldn't cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that
these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gold D'z
Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin' shit, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all niggaz
gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I'm
fuckin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans
{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'
slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
Don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'
band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'
Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth
don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't
stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about
that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm
bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but
y'all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)
Now do you blame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Would
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'
pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't
heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,
I'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut?? Ya,
Whatsup Franky J (You know how we do it Bad Boy)
You think they ready for this Master P and 4-Tay hookup?
(I know they aint ready baby) Ya heard me
(Yeah, OGs) We gonna show them how Gs do it
(Rag Top and No Limit) How playas do it
(Pop that shit P)
I started from the South, then I moved to the Bay
Got Gs and a house, got carrow and some hay
Them stalkers I be ballin
Fiends steady callin
Got 0s from Frisco, Texas, Dallas, to New Orleans
In the game I'm on top
No more runnin from the cops
CDs and cassettes in plastic bags just like rocks
Big S on my Lex
Million dollar checks
Hotels and president suites, Alize, weed, and Moet
In the game to make scrilla, fuck being famous
Independent Black-owned like Andy and Amos
I'm a playa 4 life
A playa 4 life (uugghhh)
I'm a playa 4 life
Two bona-fide P-L-A-Y-As
Master P and Rappin' 4-Tay
From New Orleans ballin' back up to the Bay
We keeps shakin' and breakin' these suckas
True playas dont fuck with bustas
Its No Limit baby, them West Coast Bad Boyz
Best to check our tabloids
Ballin like Palo, cant have no fake bitches on my squad
I'm Rappin 4-Tay aint never made me none, givin Southside playas props
Got more hoes than Swiss cheese - Nigga please
Once I pop these Ps on em
And get to stackin these Gs on em - 360 degrees on em
Rumblin and bubblin'
Done had enough of this so I'm strugglin'
Still roll with mobstaz, steak and lobsters, haters be buggin
But they feelin me, I'm glistenin'
Hoes whistlin- this game so tight
Master P and Rappin' 4, playas for life
I'm a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life
(From the South to the West, playas keep your game tight)
Me and P from the 9-7 til the casket drop
No Limit and Rag Top
Keepin em sprung like research monkeys, ya know?
I'm a playa 4 life
G status equals cabbage
And about that Ra Ra?
I tried to tell you mothafuckers but ya- ya wouldnt listen to me
Thought it wouldnt last, so take a blast
Best to get with me
Crazy, wanna knock me but cant stop me
Feds wanna lock me up
But I'ma keep stackin them presidents fool, ask me if I give a fuck
Gangstas mob to this
Playas ride to this
Dedicated to them hustlas late night stackin up on them grips
Gettin' cloudy-cloudy
Man, y'all so rowdy-rowdy
Much love to that playa Master P because he bout it-bout it
(Bout it bout it)
Cuz we playas 4 life
Playas 4 life
Niggaz from the Bay and the South win right
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life
So when you run up on us playas, y'all haters think twice
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life (uugghh)
Nigga, playas 4 life, ya heard me?
Rappin' 4-Tay, Master P, big Franky J hookin it up baby
We signin off nigga, bout to jump on Delta nigga
Takin trips all around the dizorld, I mean the wizorld nigga
Slangin that shit, cheddar cheese nigga
Even y'all haters buyin this shit nigga
Y'all gotta check it out nigga
Cuz we playas 4 life (uugghh)
No Limit and Rag Top, feel it!
Geah
Geah
In the house (heyyy)
For the 9-7 geah
Check it out
Eihthype in the house
Geah, you know how we do it
For the 9 to the 7, geah
C'mon chin chin
Gimme those keys, freeze like One Times in a raid
Scheming off the top of the pow to get paid
Let's take a trip back - like Minnie
A place where they fast cutting - like Vinnie
I know - lots of drama
Your momma comin' through in a short skirt straight looking for work
It's my man Boom Bam in nod
(hey... hey yo what's up Bam?)
Coming up in the game I swear to god
Customers roll through - every minute
One Time's right after - trying to hit it
Pesos to hood rat hoes, oh yes
Can't - shut us down cause this Tribe's on the Quest
Possess the baddest sacks to have your block sewed
Interference - we giving a clearence to get float
Hold - up, geah wait a minute
A car full of chronic smokers yeah and I'm in it
I gotta gets the money,
gotta gets the money cause I needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
I gotta gets the money,
gotta gets the money cause I needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash
My shit is kinda difficult to swallow
Here comes the hollow
I be the leader so you follow
Payback's tomorrow
Willie green's on the caper - who get the vapors?
Used to love you now I hate you - won't bring me the paper
These B.G's gon' stay alive
Can't knock my hustle from the West nigga 9 to 5
Greenery to - blow, Cristal in the glasses all the way live
S-5's to S ??
Bitches gon' get in where they fit in
Finding my tag a nice Rag Top to sit in (geah)
Baby the bomb this bitch-ass nigga has ever seen
Down to get cream, wanna be on my team
Buy you some - cause these G's is for hire
20 sacks to burn on 20 inch tyres
Who's under fire - not gettin' paid is what you're facing
Geah, check it out, paper chasing
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash
check it out
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash
Picture me rolling as I take a hit
As I floss my shit
With the fresh chrome kit
Hating because the player's ball
Like Big Mike something serious leaving nigga straight delirious
Curiosity killed the cat
Gots to get my cheese cause in this game a gang of fucking rats
Plotting to get they ??? on
They ??? on, eating cheese until your fucking skrilla's all gone
You all alone
Remember this phrase(geah) : starving like Marvin
Ain't no better fucking days
Want a piece of the pie? Take my advice
Hit your block sales and watch out for the fucking vice
Fuck the One Time, fuck the gov-ernment
They still ain't send no love
Biz lick cause 25 is what you're facing (geah)
Continue to clucks the rock, paper chasing
Geah
In the house
Eihthype in the house
Willie green in the house
Mr Tony in the house
The whole Eiht Hype click
Oh yea
It's Christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin Merry Christmas and New Years nigga (ha,ha)
Yall didn't think we was gonna do it again
Hah nigga what
MP be my name
From the ghetto to fame
Got them MAKE 'EM SAY UGHHH (UGHHH)
Got the world screaming my name
From every soldier to soldierette
From every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
TRU niggas march playas step
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No,No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I'm a muthafucking No Limit Soldier
It's a mystery (what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some TRU niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
Captain of a bunch a ghetto millionaires on the rise
And much respect like them muthafucking wise guys
TRU tattooed on my back and arm hoe
And represent the south 3rd Ward Calliope
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
Second lines pity crimes
Down to a gun call all from a phone call
I done been through it all
Well you forgot my name Fiend
And I don't fuck around
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When I come around
I'm Mr. Womp Womp
The one tighter than some new J's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky for few days
We No,No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
Yall remember me I'm the one they call Mr. Magic
Voted least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
Now I'm moving on yall can't stop the tank I'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split
AHHHHH shit
Who make yall scream the loudest
Who dought it
That Master P boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th Ward bulldozer
You bet its me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your muthafucking neck
If you ain't got no muthafucking respect
The soldier that been holding back for years
Cause niggas scared of my motherfucking bite
P done let loosened up the straps, believe me nigga
you ain't leaving this motherfucker til everybody fight
Even if you don't want to
I'ma hit you punch you kick you
I'm the rowdiest motherfucker up in this bitch
And I'll love to get witcha
Fuck you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone be a casualty
bitch, I'ma soldier
Roundin up my soldiers, scoopin up my warriors
Mobbin with these No Limit TRU shotcallers, street brawlers
All the nigga don't fuck around
We ain't gonna tear your club up
But we gonna shut the bitch down
Lyrically I drown soldier hatas
I'm the lady alligator
Take you shake you and bake you
Split your decision maker
Wake up fire starters coming harder
Than your father's fist
Like he caught your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
It's the same bitch
Y'all know how Mama Drama Mia X ho's
You don't want no problems we soldiers
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
I hit you wit the - left, right , left
Then a roundhouse kick
Nigga make some room back up back up
Bout to get right up in this bitch
Big Ed the (Assassin) watch me get my (Blast On)
Then I (Smash On) with my (Mask On)
Full grown wit the brains blown
From my infamous spit
Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick
Get 'em up hit 'em up
My entourage in camouflage
When you hear (Ooh Ooh Oh) get the fuck out of dodge
Mista!! N-O-L-I-M-I to the T
Second in command
When I get my demands
The only person that can stop it is P
No tattle tails so many bitches I had to kill
Grabbed my steal soldiers from the heart
No killa boy luck killa in my heart
On the battlefield fuck yall what
Coming through spitting
Coming through hitting
Yall niggas hit the gates
Come through flipping
Picture a nigga
So now I'm coming to get you next
Nigga trained for combat
Bomb on contact we can play fair
Yall been warned sorry ones yall can stay there
You can tell we some soldiers (right, right, right)
You can tell we some soldiers (when I say ahhh)
Everybody starts to fight! Soldiers
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No,No-No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Left right left right
Muthafucker I been tight
Running from the breath fire coming from my windpipe
Bullet wounds pistol play muthafucking fist fight
Hiding in the tent with a motherfuckin chim light
There go the tank there come the round
Throwing grenade get on the ground
You might just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's what you found
Take a long time look around tryin to find
These niggas ain't trying to respect our minds
Shoot us, and stab us, and kick us, and cut us
but can't fuck with us when we combine
Get you everytime put your foot on the mine
Flyin metal when it highly explode don't matter how you put it
When you are telling a nigga bout me
Let it be known I'm a motherfucking soldier!
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
(Bitch get your mind right)
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
(Bitch get your mind right)
We No Limit Soldiers
My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!
Pushin in weight, from state to state,
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"
I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"
Now P be dat new kid on the block
36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets
?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, 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, ya'll know I'm rowdy,
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets
Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X]
8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
These hoes can't touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
?Hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!
Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave
Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to 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?
One of us ??? when ya hungry, I do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
About that money, where my ticket?
Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin' on the leather, and I'm grippin on the wood.
I'm feelin on the ??? ballin in the ?slant back?
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key 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 if ??? be the deala
Suck the nut up out a ??? bucket slow down suave nigga,
Now bitch I be the prison pushin' everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, 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 to ?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas
Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white granola
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it
Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)
Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
We soldiers.. hard to the core
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life I made some bad mistakes
Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at
Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns
Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh
Master P and Treach, nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up, these niggaz gon' pay us
I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
in the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people
thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, BOY
Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys
You're fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles
Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
and down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
that'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin
with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it
And have partners have to split shit with
(Nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail
Don't look now, but I'M BACK!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM
If you wanna live you wouldn't FUCK WITH THEM
Don't FUCK WITH THEM
Ha hah, don't fuck with them, look
Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don't floss, if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors
Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat
Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo'
Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch
cause I'm like one of a kind
From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
.. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem
Let's get rowdy, let's get rowdy
Know Montell is Bout It Bout It
Let's get rowdy
Master P is Bout It Bout It
Let's get rowdy... looka here
Let's get rowdy
Stepped in the club, after my show
You know the spot, where everybody's on the low low (let's get rowdy)
That's when I saw her, she saw me (unggggggggggh)
She told me she liked Master P, and Montell occassionsly
So I laid back, put a fifty in my mouth
Said I wanna see you shake it girl
cause that's what that Bout It Bout It's 'bout (let's get rowdy)
All the n*ggaz in the club, was jealous of me
Cause I waited for it, I stayed for
And I'm damn near 'bout to pay for it
Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
All night (let's get rowdy)
I don't doubt it (let's get rowdy)
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
and I'm so excited (let's get rowdy)
Sooooo excited (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride (let's get rowdy)
Let's ride (unggggggggggggggh)
Tonight
Can't do without it
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
And I want tonight
And I'm Bout It Bout It baby (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Now baby was more than incredible, she did her thing
5'5" 146, wearing nothing but a G-string
Her chocolate lips and, sexy thighs, sittin properly up on top of me
She's ridin, and never ain't no stoppin me now
She bounced back, then rocked slow
Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video (unggggggggggggh)
There ain't No Limit, to what she'd do
I'm listening, she's whispering
Her girl wanna ride me too
Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
Yes she do
All night (let's get rowdy)
I don't doubt it (let's get rowdy)
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
and I'm so excited (let's get rowdy)
Said I'm sooooo excited (let's get rowdy)
But girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Baby won't you let me ride (let's get rowdy)
Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
Wanna slap them thighs (let's get rowdy)
Can't do without it
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
And I want tonight (let's get rowdy)
Baby yeahhh, baby yeahhh (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Listen baby (you know we Bout It Bout It)
She's moving up and down, and round and round tonight
Moving up and down, and around and around (unggggggggggggh)
She's moving up and down, and round and round, let's ride
Oh baby ain't nothin like the real thing, can't you see
See us Soldiers do it wild, I could make you smile
Make my nine go pow, put on your boots let's run some miles
Camouflage on them sheets, make that headoard squeak
Up and down til you weak, cause us thugs like to freak
68'll be my code, if you Bout It girl let's roll
I told you was No Limit cause tonight, anything goes
Anything goes, let's roll, lemme help you take up off your clothes
Give me a preview before, and the rest after the show
Thug love mixed with cream, Hennessey, strawberries, and Moet
Champagne, mo' in bath hop in the hot tub, drop a foot off a Oriental Rug
Can't get enough, you on top of me, me on top of you
Niggaz, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't give a fuck where you from
It's how you come
If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down
Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac
Y'all gonna feel this
Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya
P, I wasn't made for this world
I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
For sure, crime, ya made me?
Then grudgenly enslave me
Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach
Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts
To each, his own
I thought my peace was with my chrome
But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone
Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn
Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn
All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this
Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook
Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book
Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us
Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs
And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the hood
Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good
I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart
Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part
I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure
Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?
I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat
21 at least nigga
Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap?
Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap
We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all
Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart
Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart
Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile
He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it
Only nigga hungry
A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest
My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy
I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me?
I'm a No Limit thug nigga
Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer
Cause I hang with the MADE Men
600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment
Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face
Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface
And then the Feds started watchin me
Johnny Cochran's clockin me
Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me
Started from the bottom, made it to the top
I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock
Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it
Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me
and nickname me The Last Don
And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind
Deja vu..
You could be the thug that I will do
(That's right baby) Is it you?
Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante
Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV
Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci
Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece
Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine
Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme
Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi
Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve'
How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off
While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long
Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber
Puffin head trauma, ? slugs blastin through your body armor
Deja vu..
You could be the thug that I will do
(Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm)
I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM)
I keep rememberin
Deja Vu
Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid
Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick
Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's
I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk
Get a taste of this slam dunk
Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk
Tryin to make all my shit bump
til my pockets got the mumps
Always pray I never have to dump
with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked
You shoulda ducked you bitch
A killer really never have to switch
A-with the real slow pitch that hit
Bass that make your ears split
Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit
so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic
Better pay attention who you fuckin with
Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze
Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla
with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies
Made Men blow your back out til you black out
Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure
Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four
Made Men, these niggaz bug more
Deja vu.. (ahhh, mmmmm)
You could be the thug that I will do
(Whatchu want me to do baby?) Is it you? (Uh-huh)
Deja vu.. (yeahh)
Could you be the thug that I want to
(it's hot, uh-huh) Is it true?
I keep rememberin
[UNGGGGGHH]
I keep rememberin
Deja Vu
Yo, this for all them niggas and bitches
that thought it was over for No Limit
And now y'all wan' holla
cause y'all know it's back on and poppin'
This what I got to tell y'all (UUUNNNGGHHH!)
I, don't, fuck witchu, bitch, ass, uh, niggas
I, don't, fuck witchu, bitch, ass, uh, niggas
I (for my real thugs!) don't fuck witchu (for my real thugs!)
bitch, ass (for my real thugs!) uh, niggas (my No Limit real thugs!)
I (for my real thugs!) don't fuck witchu (for my real thugs!)
bitch, ass (for my real thugs!) uh, niggas
The New No Limit so how you love that?
The girls be jockin us wodie we all that
The Ghetto Bill Gates so you know I got dollas
I'm flippin CDs from tape, to 'cane we got power
Hit the block big Bentley, rollin with the top ball
Niggas jumped cap so wodie they fell off
Now wodie can't hustle, and wodie can't eat
I had paper before I met you boy you can't beat me
Now wodie cryin like a broad that mean wodie fake
The only reason wodie wanna sue cause wodie got replaced
I mean, wodie be sayin all that, wodie raps wasn't all that
And wodie trippin, ?? the house and the car at
I got my Gameface on, my name plate on
If it don't say The New No Limit then be gone, huh
I'm a couple o' years ahead of you cats
I mean the big wolf is back and I'm eatin the pack
How you trippin on me, but my papers too long
While you focusin on me, your girl is gettin boned
Why you worried about me? Is it catch 22?
And that word love, it only come with loop
I know you wasn't real from the first time I met you
I was waitin for you to step out of line so I could wet you
And if you play with fire then you might get burned
Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makin' music for the streets
cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggaz
This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Last Don
Niggaz steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle
Doracell nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makes music for the streets
cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
he came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas
This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)
'Face, picture us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
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
We ghetto niggas 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 niggas 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 in a suit and tie
but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
What do you get from boosting?
niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't
find me
My shit will drop and I'll sell five million
while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder
them all?
My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain
niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga
niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded
them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah
I party all night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways
'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
keep this shit rough and raw my 45
Make sure that I survive to another day
to bust rhymes which from I get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
See I've Benn like Goin through a few minor dificulties
You know Me and My Girl benn gettin into it
She done left
I lost a few loved ones
But I'm a Hustler
Thats why they Label Me a Fool
Aint That a joke...
Look Into These eyes of a fool see broken dreams and lonley nights
stressed out days
Tv With no antenna
Just prentend theres more losers than winners,
And some times I say " UGGGGGGHHH" To release my damn pain
Or pick up the phone to call my grandmama cause she kept me in the game
Before yall say nothin prama , cant emagine life with out big mamma So many
snakes and killas, jackers and piranahs.
See This game Got me way Deep,I pray the lord I wake before I sleep
See some say your friend be your emney,
Dont trust no one but your family
But All the love I show when I'm around
I wonder if they show us that when I'm down
See you a king when you sittin on top
But you a fool when you finaly drop
I Thank the lord for every thing I got and its No Limit Till My times
Stopped. Uggghhhh!!!!
(Foolish.... Mo B. Dick In Back Round )
Fool... Cause U Cant Fool Me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
I Never Tryed to Be Like This......
See I Came Up Diffrent diddent have a lot never had a lot of food on the
table top
I know where you came from I know it was hard for a soldier like me in the
dirty south
Ran with the boys who were serving clucks
Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck
You know where I Came
But Look In My Eyes I hungry as hell I'm Ready to Die
My familys ashamed cause I'm caught in the game
Take me out the 9th ward and mabye I'll change
Call me a bad seed cause I smoke my trees before I Brush my teeth I'm Allways
in black Ready to ride
No Limit is my only reply
I'm screamin it when I'm leavin see the fire in these foolish eyes
Dont Give a Damn about the Po-Po
Find a ride with my brotha on my girl then I'm solo
Ghetto Vet With No Athority
The President should of pardened me
Y'all Better Hope I dont lose it
Jump in and act clean in palaceds sittin on 20's and act FOOLISH!!
Ha.. Ha.. Ughhhhhhhhh!!!
Call me A fool
Call us a Fool
But U cant Fool me thoe
You cant fool us cause We Bout it Bout it and Rodwdy Rodwdy!
Told yall it wasent no limit baby
We just gon act a fool then, thats what we gon do magic, Master P and Mo B. D
Some more foolish brothers trying to make it happen u heard Me!
The Dirty sou.. Never Judge a book buy it cover
Repersent
From the 3rd to the streets
To the south to the east,to the west, and to the north boy
Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH
Check them haters out
What? What? What? What?
The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)
Criticism in the party like its H20
In the back of the club sayin bring some more
Me and my soldgiers where the party at?
Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that?
Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked
Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks
It ain't no limit to the dough i got
The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot
Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs
A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread
Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there
And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their?
A couple of pages left but man we got colder
6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders
Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me
And a million dollars more is like grits to me
Always willin out but if im not willin
You can take a picture of me on the island smilin
Love for the haters but they mostly envys
More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's
Play this game we suppose to win
I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys
Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles
See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um...
Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped
We be like non stop with the one spot on locked
You wanna play these games where the MVP's
So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH
Oh Look, What, Look
We from the south where they got golds in they mouth
Barbeque's all day right in front of the house
We use slit and slang like
What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man
We play ball all year its that all year
No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear
We run it phat soldgiers get down like that
From the club to the streets we get around like that
Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya
There's love in the game but some will still rate ya
I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype
Rip in track check the source while mights
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
Cris style more wet we want all of that
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
D. D. Rimin We want all of that
No Limit run this for you?
HELL YEA!!!
I said No Limit run this for you?
Tryin to make it..
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
like, choppin up candy canes
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
and settling out of court
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little liquor
It's not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war
Was able to maintain the struggle
(More than a woman to me)
Oh yeah this for all them thug girls out there
She that gangsta type, love to fight
Rode motorbikes, wodie shit, do it all night
Feel the fall, she a killa dawg
Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dawg
It's a cold game, I mean she used cold names
Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man
She be iced out, creepin when the lights out
Be a Queen to the King I mean a right spouse
Project chick, but when you see her she be playa
Thuggin on da block but in bed she be nasty
I'm lovin that, I mean I'm huggin that
Put 10 karats on her finger other bitches muggin that
Rolls 600, tats on stomach
Ain't no stuntin, but love gettin money
Down for whateva, thug til the end
From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the penn
Ya heard me
More than a woman... (Holla when ya need me!)
More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me!)
I call her baby boo, I'm one she two
Rich or po', we gon' stick like glue
Go to war wit her, jump in a car wit her
Wifey material I mean my nigga
Mean my lady, drive me crazy
Like Rolls-y Ms. Bently, or Sadie
Don't creep wit her, gotta sleep wit her
I mean I love her too much to draw the heat wit her
Keep it reala, love scrilla
Thug figga, hustler, real gold getta
Made misses, iced out riches
6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape
Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill
She started actin silly, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit
As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say "Wus up to Ice-T"
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop's all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I told y'all we're no limit
Represent baby
HUHHHHHH!
Def Jam, No Limits
No Limit
Def Squad
Wu-Tang, and beyond
Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my Punch Buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don't stop but it get buckwild
Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one
See a shorty, let's play one
for the cookies you can't be a rookie
I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me
Master P rock bells, hell
But I gotta give it up to my homey LL
Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
five [Meth] six [Red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
Seven
six [Meth] five [Red] four
three [Red] two [Meth] one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
So holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)
You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if you hear me (Uhhh)
You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)
You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Cuz everything he like is with me
If I was in your shoes
I woulda had to let him go
From the first sign of him tryin' to play
If you want me to stay
Ya gotta let all that go
Oh no, you wanna stick around
And not believe in what you see
And while you're waitin'
Thinkin' everything's gonna be OK
I got him, I got him right here with me
(Holler if you hear me)
Oh, oh
- Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Leaves you alone
(He's with me)
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Cuz everything he like is with me
I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat him
And he still be with you
No no no no no (no no)
That's why he's here with me
(Holler if you hear me)
I don't care what you say (no no)
You can't play with Destiny
(Holler if you hear me)
As fas as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop callin' all around
Sayin' 'Have you seen my man?' (Uhhh)
Ain't no need to fuss and fight
Tryin' to make it right (No)
Certain things ain't meant to be
And that's why, that's why he's right here with me (Uhhh)
Be right here if you 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P and Destiny could get rowdy, rowdy
See, holler here if ya even hear me (Uhhh)
All it takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl, it's gonna be you and me
We be thugged out, Moet, Champagne, I'm eatin' strawberry
She's callin' my name, you holler 'P never leave me'
And if you really wanna be with me, hug me and squeeze me
Real killa's like to ride (Uhhh)
So jump in my car and just go front, back, side to side,
You can press just like a flower
And if you real good, your game all about the gizzal
But never mix business with pleasure
You really want me?
Prove to me that you're down for whatever
Put on your soldier gear, let's ride tonight (Uhh)
Thug love, bubble bath, it ain't No Limit tonight
Girl if you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
If you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
Tell me you wanna be with me
(Tell me)
If you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
If you wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Uhhh
Hollar if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Thug love, soldier love
Master P, Destiny's Child
Holler if you hear me
Told y'all I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til I get tired of it
Then I'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga?
Let's go ride
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock
I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops
I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready
You _Nightmare on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted
And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies
Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads
Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch
But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick
Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I sang with
We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up
So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck
I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born
Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone
Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street
I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet
I be the terror in the dark just like a thief
Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh
T-E-C, N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem
I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em
Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein
I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin
You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass
and blast, gimme the mic, I'ma show you what I mean froggy fat
But clean as a mouth full of Listerine
Unseen supreme the king, indisputable
Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable
My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Check this out playa
These niggas be quick to check another playa
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin' with?
That bitch that they be buyin' all that jewelry for
And gettin' they hair fixed
That's goin' be that bitch that's gonna get 'em killed
If they don't watch what they doin'
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
See what I'm sayin' though
You gotta watch these
Old Cornroll head ass bitches man
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Some of these hoes jack, Wendy look cool but this is a bad move
Jump in your Benz and pick up another dude
Ain't that some shit G that bitch say she loves you now she loves me
And the game get wicked
She only fuckin' with a nigga 'cause you slangin' chicken
And if you was broke, you would know
That bitch only hangin' with a nigga 'cause he slang dough
And wipe off that devilish grin 'cause when you dead
And gone she'll be fuckin' your best friend
Now, that's kinda hectic, make me wanna pop
A bitch neck and move back to Texas
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too
They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who
Now, um what, a nigga like me TRU
So I don't play that game that you hoes play
But I won't stay where you stay
Now, this be the time where the 9 be like buckin'
I gots no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin'
Fuck what, these hoes be like scandalous, I don't understand it
Niggas be ridin' by my SEL, some of these hoes be like man it
When Silkk be at the crib countin' my stack up
Bangin' my sacks up, you hoes better back up
Before I leave you jacked up
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Do you see what I see? Along with Silkk and P
Do you know what I know? Definitely not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots
Once I hit that G spot, you know I'm long like some stretch pots
I ain't trippin' if some hoes look like Robin Givens
I'm shootin' a three to the grill like Scottie Pippen
Hell yeah, I'm trippin'
My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip
Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend
We can fuck till the end and when the mornin' comes
If you flakin' bitch I'm a leave
Your whole fuckin' body shakin'
Damn, y'all niggas better be
Watchin' these old bitches
That be tryin' to get a nigga
For cabbage and cornbread
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Now, since I'm gettin' paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me
Claimin' that they pregnant and them hoes just met me
I hate to bust your bubble and I hope your not embarrassed
But I only fucked you once so why you talkin' 'bout marriage
I only hit and run bitch, I'm too young to chill
And I never say I love ya 'cause I know it ain't for real
So chill with that dumb shit 'cause I'm the one that run shit
And I ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with
Dumb bitch, I guess
You figure I'm a pimp right
So don't playa hate me
Bitches get your shit tight
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
No matter what you do my nigga
It’s not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafuckas that always gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothafucka they gon’ bite you
But you know what, if you’re really are real
And you respect the game, niggas gon’ respect you
But if you’re fake, niggas gon’ play you like a bitch
This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg
It’s for them girls in the game wanna break it off
Most niggas wanna pitch in hight
I’m so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feel like I just did it big
Nigga ten years later I still got these kids
Most niggas aint keeping it real
Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals
Jump off the (porch) and slang that rock
Represent the south then made that pop
And y’all niggas aint rememberin’ me
Then, y’all niggas must not be from the streets
‘Cause my shit been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothafuckin’ east
I got real gangstas ready to ride, I got real killas to ready to die
All my gangstas throw your hands up high
And y’all fake niggas run and hide
Ya heard me
From the job to the Ville
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
Sittin’ ready for the (?)
The new no limit got the block on high
And every thug in the hood screaming “We all we got”
Niggas wasn’t (movement) when we made it
How you not gon’ respect, (we coming for it that’s how u gon’ play it?)
I talked to Soud how to flip them thangs
And took a nigga from the west and put y’all up on game
And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name
(?) ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted I’m still thugin’
Straight from the hood they still love it
And you boys aint got to give me props
But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me
The new no limit man we can’t be stopped
C'mon in VIP baby
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
I'm country, she country, we country
Come closer, it's a free country
Damn you cute, girl you fine
Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine
Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real
Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean
Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that
Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
We play football, no pads, she got the cushion
I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding
Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie
I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+
And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
And that Latino and Asian mommy
Make a grown man want to do karate
And beautiful, black chick with the passions on
Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it from the club, to the parking lot
Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!)
Head, shoulders, knees, toes
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo
And her and her girl said (
We love you too)
Halle Berry head, lisa-raye (WOO!)
Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it
Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson
Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction
She wear boots with her jeans like Free
And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police
She so sexy, damn so nasty
A thug girl, but still so classy
Sometime she get vicious
In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean
You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
Ha Ha
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm
We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
City of that china white, I got my game tight
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose
(All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp
My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick
Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick
I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer
Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater
I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp
Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp
Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck
We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP!
I'm the only pro baller, without a contract
But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq
And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up
And if they go quack quack put em in the truck
It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa
I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor
I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks
I put em in the ville and we both get rich
See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it
Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it
Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies
cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos
A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters
I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed
I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game
All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready
Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ
The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday
Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin
Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin
These pimps drink out of gold cups like ??
Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap
We some No Limit Soldiers
(We still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see No Limit is an army
Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause No Limit is a part of history
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?)
I don't know what you've been told
(I don't know what you've been told)
But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(Where are all my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!)
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!
Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!
Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah
(ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
Slim Thug you ready?
Geyeah!
I'm on my way from New Orleans, and I'm comin to Texas
And we gon' handle this, ya heard?
Slim Thugga
Ghetto Bill!
Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down
Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor
Nigga wanna fight I got a motherfuckin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Whole city walk through, they give me kisses and hugs
I'm a real motherfucker, I ain't takin no shit
I got golds in my mouth, and ice on my wrist
Homies see me in the club and they tryin to hate
I'm poppin bottles in the club cause I'm hard as a 8
Suckers try to mean mug but they ain't bustin a grape
Get my money from the block flippin quarters and eighths
I'm a No Limit Soldier, motherfucker you heard me
Uptown, Calliope, projects to dirty
65 for birdies, call me you thirsty
I'm a legend in the hood like the boy James Worthy
You ain't a soldier motherfucker keep steppin
Turn a, 211 to a 187 - yeah
Slim Thuggahhhh
Boys gotta lay it down when the boss come around
Or the glock fo' pound gon' knock 'em on the ground
Geyeah - you can vouch in my town I'm a motherfuckin G
And I got a lotta soldiers on my team like P
I get word that them haters tryna catch a nigga slippin - what?
Run your ass up and you gon' catch a ass-whippin
I'm flippin through my hood on Vogues, still tippin
Glock cocked with the clip in, hell naw I ain't trippin
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, chasin my bread
Snitch niggaz out here tellin got me shakin the feds
I'm in the club pullin hoes, fuck datin instead
I got a supermodel at the crib waitin in bed
Got the blocks on lock, you gotta come see the boss
If you wanna get the work for the dirt cheap cost
Me and Master P represent the bottom of the South
And if nigga hate that, he'll lose the bottom of his mouth, geyeah
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper
just a young thug tryin' make it
visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me
forgive me for my weed and my hennessy
young killers when I'm gone won't remember
green and women be my past time
live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes
seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas
I got .45, nines, and gats cocked
young homies bangin' corner signs on my block
and the average age is twenty-five
young homies don't even live to retire
I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'
P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid
I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys
these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares
I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there
I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good
put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood
can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper
he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin'
I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits
but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it
see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared
visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys
its past my time to get high off green and swisher
i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister
you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya
your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya
one two I'm comin' for you
three four I'm kickin' up in your door
life it seems to be a bad dream
scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
Til death do us part we gon thug to the end
See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
We all family so you know that I care
And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there
I'll ride for you boy (My nigga)
See I'll die for you boy (My nigga)
Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)
And let em fly for you boy (My nigga)
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us loadin em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
Man we see em we drop em
That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs
T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some love
And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us
I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us
I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen
Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats
Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats
Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life
Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night
And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer
Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer
They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it
But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it
My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home
I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long?
They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace
Ad me and Silkk won't be the same til she murder free
Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten
This is more than a song, niggaz is still plottin
I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour
Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store
My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank
My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now
I got real niggaz ridin wit me
And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me
New No Limit Only (My nigga
I dare one of you say something bout me
Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me {come on}
Don't be mad
These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on}
Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me
Believe tha nigga
These pockets gone stay fat nigga
See me and P go way back ya best stay back
To you hatas muthafuck this is payback
These niggas is hatin we like what ever
We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda
and dodge'n this bull shit, nigga neva
Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta
We got this in this ??? because we so cleva
and make a mill break me off is how we stay together
I'm doing my own thing but me and P we forevea
Favor for favor we got this shit on lock
Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back
I go to church straped with a 45 glock
Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces
Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me
Nigga we thugged together
Sold drugs together
Fucked hoes together
Kicked indo together and
I don't know why you hate me?
Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately
Only real niggas stand on my block
and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock
Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with
Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with
These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
but if you fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right
Niggas wanna leave the tank acting mad but do it silently
but ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n
Hatin get you no where
You niggas better hush
Fuckin around with us and get yo ??? ass touched
I don't want bust I wanna bet you down to mush
Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much
See Magic from ?? ?? ??
Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin
So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado
5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas
You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready
Your music is dull and I'm sharp cuz ????
Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get
The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me
Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper
One of you muthafuckas make ???
Then ya'll speak on
Nigga know that we from the gutta
We made it to the butta
and that's why they mad at us
Tryin to keep us off MTV
Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye
but we street niggas
and we know how to hustle
We gonna always get ours nigga
Third ward, New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world, nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
Mystikal, and Master P.
(They know, P, they know, they know.)
Made niggaz from the South to the West!
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow me?
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!
From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from LA to the Mardi Gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in New Orleans over jambalaya dinner
Cuz what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
can't switch
Cuz Silkk'll shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay "How we do that there?"
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Yo fool, reach me another clip, you know what i'm sayin'?
These niggas been talking hella shit in 91 (here you go fool)
Yeah, but check this out,
It's 1992 and the real untouchables is back in this motherfucker
With a whole new stupid sick as posse, ready to get paid
Check it out, I am going to introduce you to my motherfucking posse, you know
what i'm saying?
Markest Banks in the motherfucking house
Daniel Fry in the motherfucking house
Chilee Powdah in the motherfucking house
DJ Ambush in the motherfucking house
C-Murder in the motherfucking house
Master P in the motherfucking house
And check this out, you know what i'm saying though?
We bout to get stupid though
C-Murder bout to go and bust a freestyle and let you niggas know what's
happening out here
Go tell them what's up C-Murder...
My life is moving fast, but i'm taking it slow
And i'm watching my back everywhere I go
Cause niggas getting mad for the shit that I own
From my gold to my money to my cellular phone
A fool thought he robbed me, thought he got away clean
'Til he turned around, I put some holes in his jeans
Then he lost his balance and fell straight to his knees
Threw his hands in the air and started begging me please(pleeeaassee)
Don't shoot me C, I got some kids at home
I said, "Fuck it," and put a hole in his dome
Because the way the world is, you can't be faking the funk
You say one word and homies popping they trunk
But do you think this shit is over? Well, it just begun
You know I don't take shit and I do not run
Because if a nigga fuck with me, then he needs to be robbed
Jackin' motherfuckers is my only job
I take your money, your shoes, and you brand new jeep
And if you see my face, then I put you to sleep
I just take advice of what my brother say (Master P: "Remember this...")
"Always watch your back and never ever play."
Don't leave your piece, because you would not win
My nine millimeter is my best friend
Yeah haha
Because this is the fast life bitch, and I will bust your ass
Strip you clean, and leave you dead in the grass
I'm C-Murder, bitch and I come in hard
With my gat, I am sending more niggas to the morgue
Sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
The real untouchables, yeah, ha
The real untouchables, yeah
The real untouchables, yeah
And check it out, this for 92
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
Richmond, Cali's in the motherfucking house
Houston, Texas in the motherfucking house
New Orleans in the motherfucking house
Yeah, ha
Check it out, check it out
C-Murder, C-Murder
C-Murder you got any last words before we go and get up out this motherfucker?
Yeah, if niggas talk shit, I am going to commit a homicide
Bitch, punk ass motherfuckers
We out this motherfucker
like the last nigga that fuck with us last year
This goes out to anybody in the club
That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else
I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together
And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor
You just security for the night whodi, you ain't the police
See your girl wanna be free, and if you show her drinks on me
And if she wanna play a little, then let her play
But if y'all happy enough, I'm sorry y'all have a nice day
'Cause I ain't no homewrecker
But baby look at what you missed
24's on the ride and ice on the wrist
I wanna take you out the hood and let you live like Nick Jassiter??
Roll with this thug but you gotta get rid of that cancer
Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep
I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet
And that boy got a chick I like
But I just came in the party I ain't came to start a fight
Yeah, they know the kid roll up on them 21's
Diamonds on my wrist reflectin' colors like some Lucky Charms
Niggaz grabbin' they girls and puttin' cuffs up on me on
She think she all hot but she was until she met the don
I got my game from the Colonel spit a flame at her
Burnin' with nothing, the girl around me 'cause I set her up
But my aim ain't to hurt, I know my name
And I con her I might hit her with some G but I won't stack her up
Hot spitter man, money and cars I got it
Young like ?? we'll come too my house and talk about it
Shorty diggin' on me, just let her step with the dog
Take them handcuffs off a whodi you ain't a wrestler frog
Let 'em go
So if they came with you, and don't leave with you
Don't trip
Just let 'em go
'Cause tomorrow, you can do your thing, you heard
That's some real game
Club over now
Go home
Fuck, go cry or something
We ain't bout to fight behind no broad
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard
Go out there and get this paper
You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)
Then let's ride then (alright)
If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you)
If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you)
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')
If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)
I ain't checkin' you shorty
But it's somethin' I need to know
How serious this relationship is
And how far can it go
See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn
And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn
Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun
And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun
Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands
And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs
If a nigga tried to get at me would you ride for me
And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me
I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things
Like Benzs, Jaguars, Lexus, bubble-eyed Range
No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real
Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill
Can you be cute and still be freakin'
When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin'
If I go to jail you can three-way my people
I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel
I been through a lot of girls in my life
But never found one who down to ride like you ride
If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side
Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide
'Cause you a real chick
One that I can chill with and bill with
Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with
Even through the trouble you don't want a nigga still with
When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with
Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world
Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl
You understand my life and know that it's hard for me
And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me
And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me
Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me
We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit
2000 remix ya heard me?
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
I'm just a young nigga hanging with the thug figures
rolling with the drug dealers now they wanna mug niggas
Ghetto fabulous I mean we ballin'
I represent the 3rd Ward, Calliope, New Orleanas
and if the projects come up for sale then I'ma buy it
They talking bout they bigger than No Limit don't try it
No Limit don't stunt, or front, we got bank
I put that on the tank, and about 72 manks
in the closet, you want it we got it
yall least say we bout it, No Limit soldiers raise your rolex high
my cousin Hot Boy just got out the pen
and check his wrist I mean he sitting on 1-10
Bling Bling with a 2000 big body
hit the club and the girls get rowdy rowdy
Young G's on spread, a Ferraie and vest
and rolls in the garage that I aint even drove yet
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
I aint got as much as P
Buy my rolex cost me about 43 g's
Princess cut with a shine that will blind ya
you gone platinum but P I'm right behind ya
I love diamonds, like I love rhyming
I need sun shades just to see the timing
Aww shit I done caused a major accident
with a flick of my wrist man this wasn't meant
All this ice and I'm driving women crazy
you can keep the coochie but I'll take some scull baby
Last chance you better jump in this Mercedes
When me and P blowin' trees and drinking hennessey (Hoody Hoo)
You know the real, who made the Forbes list (We did)
I thought yall was rich, man you boys aint got grip
Hate us cause we ballin'
Everything that I drive is paid out (What)
My double 8 means my crib is laid out (What)
I'm walking around with a comb on
Shot they need to make a rolle alarm
now I use my rolle for a mirror
and what I see in the reflection is a thug figure
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
Even at night ya heard me?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at?
Where yall niggas at with the real motherfucking shit?
cause everything that glitter aint gold
and everything you hear aint real
yall know what I'm sayin?
For the real players and ballers out there
You all know I have did before
I am about to do this bitch one more time
I don't know what kind of games you all playing out here
But you all hoes better respect my mind
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
How you sneak talking hoe
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
I am on you
I hear your .. on
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
A legacy .. I am in this bitch with the bran new .
Shake that bitch .. I ain't stand these bitches
Go call the cops I got these bitches going ..
Bitch I am in this bitch you are industry .. that's what they want
You are talking paper where your mind at call me ,
Close to me I ain't never stop I am at the top
That's where i am supposed to be ..
I am on the block I wanna rock like ..
Bitch I am number one like ..
The bad bitches on my show ..
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
How you sneak talking hoe
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
I am on you
I hear your .. on
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Made it to the top from the bottom of poverty
.. label is rebury my polo clean purple label inside
There is .. inside of me niggers hate me
But they still can see me .. still can't beat me
Look good like I live on 3 D . I am on my puppet baby
.. my occupation .. I am on you
Two niggers try to beat this shit I am on them too
.. call me the ,
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
How you sneak talking hoe
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
I am on you
I hear your .. on
I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
Bitch I am on you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
I live my life as a thug but girl you know I need ya
each and ever women that I meet damn they don't wanna be ya
it ain't no limit to what we could do
holla if ya hear me girl you know I'm comin' through
I'm out here on the grind livin' my life fast
and if you really love me lay some blankets on the grass
I know the way I live make you wanna cry
but you know I gotta hustle that's the way I survive
it ain't no changin' me but me and you could make it
let's fix a plate of ghetto love with grits eggs and bacon
let me wipe away your ghetto tears misery and pain
all you need is a passport I got the hookup and a private plane
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
For a while tears are all that we shared our love was fading so fast
was right now is wrong gaining fast baby
in the night I sat alone wanting you crying out for you
wondering who's loving you baby
something happened along the way the love that we shared has gone away
we tried and tried for a better day for that day girl I pray
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
I love you Ohhhhhhh holla if you hear me
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye bye
Don't wanna be lonely I Don't wanna be lonely (holla if you hear me)
ya heard me i ain't tryin' to be lonely (Don't wanna be lonely)
cuz you know what everybody needs somebody (with or without you)
and i'm a thug for you girl the thug in me
go put your soldier outfit on let's go to war tonight ya heard me
Don't wanna be lonely I Don't wanna be lonely Sons of Funk ya hear me
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
Holla if you heard me Ughhhh Master P Sons of Funk Sons of Funk
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (Ughhhhhh)
and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
Holla if you heard me Ughhhh Master P Sons of Funk Sons of Funk
ya'll know how we do it no limit stlye baby told ya'll it was no limit
was up with you shorty you're too cute to have them hittin' on you
you heard me you need me here goes my cellular phone number
Oh yeah, I done delivered the mail, all platinum
Ghetto Postage wody
And I can't do nothing for the 2 G'z but make every ghetto bounce
Turn it up, what what what
Bounce!!!
Wooday, I don't give a fuck no mo'
Wooday, ima bout to slang this dope
Woody, from the north to the south we go
Woody, from the east to da west we roll
Now when I do this thang ima do it wild
And I ain't Rakim but I can move da crowd
And when I'm having sex, I make stomachs growl
Now how long can I go, about a couple of miles
Screaming all night long, saying bomb bomb bomb
Saying go big daddy, wont you take me home
Now if this ain't love, lets go to the motel
And if you feeling kinda freaky lets do it on the way there
I like to bark with women, like I'm Bow Wow
And I keep my nine cocked, goes pow pow
Ima souljah, I thought I told ya
You find me sippin' on the 40's or blowing on the dolja
Find me at a party with a pool of bitches
I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, went from rags to riches
Call me ???????? , still throw them thangs
nigga I'm flexing in a Rolls, but still flossin' my chain
It's Nolimit til' the day that I die
Screaming C-P-3 thats the way I ride
All my uptown warriors, where y'all at
Cause we never leave the house with out our gat
ya heard me!!!
Uh no stoppin' no stoppin'
i'm from the south where them girls be boppin'
Take off your braw hoe show them tits,
And wobble that thang like the Baddest bitch
See I'm a killer, and I don't give a fuck no mo'
It's 2 G'z, I had to fuckin' change my flow
Money, I already got the doe
nigga platinum, three million went out the door
nigga ball, I balled in the NBA
nigga hustle, I hustled from the south to the Bay
That nigga C-E-O, y'all fill in the blank
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on?
Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?}
Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin
Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin
I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin
I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up
For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola
Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth
Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out
Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black
Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back
And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires
Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life
See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne
Heh, he he
If y'all don't know us
Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth
Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Nigga, I?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it?s the man right chea
I ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 Buffallo Bills
I ain?t Dennis Rodman?s hair and I ain?t Holyfield?s ear
I ain?t that damn man you see standin? at the Apollo
I ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald?s
Bitch I?m the line through the T and the dot on the I
I?m the motherfuckin? crocodile tears when you cry
I?m the lightning in bad weather
I?m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain?t no ho, I ain?t no punk, I ain?t no bitch, I ain?t no fag
I ain?t no sucker, I ain?t no trick, I ain?t no snitch, I ain?t no rat
I?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I?m tourin?
I?m that fire, on that last verse of Make ?em say uhh
I ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I?m that bastard
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
I?m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
I?m the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I?m the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news
If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin'
I?m the fifty brass knuckles that?s goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
I?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I?m the lady on report card day, I?m Mama Mia
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at
I?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I?m the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I?m the nigga with the six hundred everybody?s tryin' to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you didn?t pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée
The reason why she didn?t marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister
Now I got a drop top, I?m a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I?m the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip shit, loose licks ain?t shift
Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don?t miss
Now I?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that?s me
(You know)
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
I?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, I?m the click clack
When you run, I?m the danger, I?m the smack and the pimp slap
I?m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes I?ll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I?m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at
I?m the balls on your cell, I?m the fire down in hell
I?m the ice cream bells, I?m the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I?m the wheels on the tank
I?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
I?m a diamond on a ring, I?m your brains when you think
I?m your bartender when you drink, I?m OJ without the shank
Nigga, I?m the M in fuckin' mob
(Mob)
I?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I?m the super in dome, I?m the C in chrome
I?m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I?m the K in killer, I?m the D in drug dealer
I?m the G in gangsta nigga, I?m the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I?m the gold on your teeth, I?m the Nike?s on your feet
I?m the nigga that moan when he rap
I?m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I?m the nigga with these rhymes, I?m the last don
Hate to come at ya like this here man
I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh..
Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have
To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?!
You betta get yo mind right
You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang)
You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang)
You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang)
You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right
I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob
I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob
But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way
This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre
So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner
(Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya
You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon?
Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin
I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope
Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope
I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends
Cuz them niggaz will do ya in!
Get Yo Mind Right
You....betta....get yo mind right
Get yo mind right
Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before
I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store
Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell?
Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell
Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy
Preacher said: "Dont worry, be happy"
A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes
Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind
Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime?
Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight
That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right
Get Yo Mind Right
You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right
Get yo mind right
I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg
They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg
You can find me on the block my nigga
Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigga
I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga
"All Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga
P. Miller shoes, camou' top my nigga
I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my nigga
You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga
Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga
I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga
Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga
Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga
Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigga
Keep my enemies close and watch my friends
And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend
We did it once, we'll do it again
I don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends
Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do'
Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto
Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass
I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yellow on the block than a school bus
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What!
My niggas here we go,(huh) from the streets
we clock that doe,(what) doo rags put 'em for the go
(huh)all my niggas ready ta roll (what!)
Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back
cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack
I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger, but ladies
love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga, roll a
V12, big body trucks, all chromed out, and all sooped
up, find me sit'in on the porch in the project
blow'in blunt, wait'in ta get paid on the first on
the month, now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with
me, I'm that nigga out the CP3, woday ball'in dem
bricks, and dranks on me, ain't no stunn'in lady, yall
know who I be, I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life,
gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!)
Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat,
fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat, rock two
like didacks, chase rap kidacks, this nigga blast on
east and south cridack, my shit didack, like key
sadacridack, movie in the clickclack, come on suck my
didack, ser don't box like rata ta ta ta, hoes in yur
face smack bodies when ya lay dat, serk ain't the
shit, oh I know you ain't say that, you knew I come
get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat!
Where the project niggas at? (what what)
Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what)
Where them down south niggas at? (what what)
Where them east coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what)
Where them west coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them project niggas at? (what what)
Ain't no niggas, like my niggas
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what,
Yo Los, take us to a commercial
While we stop to get high
y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me?
Check this out..
If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
and he gave a half to his boy
and the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
and he ask you for one mo'
what should you do if you was in that position?
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is family now, I give a fuck about you clowns
Young Guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
?? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches
they'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
This is a street ??, I promise to die violent
Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent
Nigga fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back
They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come ?? down the block nigga don't try to run
I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice
These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest
FUCK THE REST!
I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
A Y.G., so I breathe toke three, ??
Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these
Pistol packin niggaz in our town
You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me
I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Hey dad, I got in a fight with this white kid today at school
Son, didn't I tell you, I don't want you fighting?
But he called me a nigger
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy and girl
It's a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes
In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But it's a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is 'cause we violent?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?
So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time, Uncle John shoot us in the back
Independence, it's a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto, full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And tell me Hilfiger discriminate and sell us clothes
But we can't blame him 'cause
We don't support the black stores
And only God can judge or point the finger
And what's white or black and red
And blue, equals gang banging
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
(I'm just a black man trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?
(Hold on, hold on trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?
P, pray for your little brother
Silkk, keep your head up
I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up
(Damn)
What about all of the people that died in the past?
Peers, I can't get back with too many found guilty
And I know they didn't do it but still they can't get back
I see the copper be tryin' to nail me
Police constantly trailin' me
'Cause I'm young, rich, and black
I'm always under surveillance
Dash me out the car and wanna ask me who the car fuck
They allowed to carry guns, can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?
I'm guilty till proven innocent
Still we all equals, how do you figure?
Cop told me, "You weren't speeding
But I'm gonna give you a ticket 'cause you a nigger"
I seen the hardest of my homies break down in tears
A white judge looked them in the eyes and gave them thirty-five years
Now it's a everyday struggle, I hustle just to live
To raise your kids when they got them teachin' them
Their parents better than them
They got me thinkin' the color of my skin is a sin
I'm a black man in a white man's world
Where it's set up for me not to win
Lookit, ain't that about a bitch
They look at us like we ain't shit
But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists
I'm a black man
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
Check this out
Underneath, ain't no black or white
We all equal, we all equal
We all got the same opportunity
Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers
Ain't a black or white thing
Pick the best man for the job
And there shouldn't be no hatin'
Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house
Should be able to live wherever you want
The same hospitality they give to athletes and movie stars
Should give that same hospitality and companionship to your neighbors
You heard me?
Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me
I just make music for the reality
Only the real could feel this, huh
Wassup babooski?
haha
Who you in here with girl?
I'm in here with my man whoadi
Well tell yo man he one lucky nigga ya heard..aha haaa (what what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if u aint gettin it right(what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch i like(what what)
I play it smooth and buy both of y'all a drank
My main intention take the fish out the tank(ya heard)
Laid the pearl on the beach,take the cat off the leash,
and let the birds fly free
That pretty nigga he might be a dike,
and that old nigga with the curls I know
he aint fuckin you right boo
I know what you need,you need a thug in yo life,
so holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right (ya heard)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch I like(what what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)
That fool buy you a minny skirt,
make you wear it with a sweater hangin down
That aint no real nigga whoadi,that's uh clown
I mean he follow you around like the F.B.I
And when you come home from work sayin who gave you a ride
You in jail whoadi or on house arrest,
that nigga don't wanna fuck just wanna eat the cat
Now is he playin girl who play him like a duck,
and tonite we can creep so be ready to fuck(what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
that nigga got uh bitch i like(what what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)
No disrespect whoadi but yo girlfriend's cute,
and if you aint diggin it out then you better have some loot
See i'm gone play the game like it's suppose to be played,
and if you aint handlin yo business then it's supposed to be said
That imma sex her in the morning,sex her in the evening
do she wanna thug with me
See imma killa not uh stunna,not uh fake,or uh fronta
I know you mad at yo bitch cause she slipped me the number
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch I like(what what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right
what what what what what ha haaa
That nigga got uh bitch I like ya heard!
And if a nigga ask yo ol' lady
do she have uh sista uh cousin or uh friend
that really mean that nigga like yo' bitch whoadi
Some of your friends take your kindness for weakness
Make a nigga wanna live like jews
I told y'all
I got a good side and a bad side
And this my bad side
I got beef with some niggaz that I know
Put one up in the chamber everybody hit the flo'
Me and Curren$y rise high
Cause we motherfucking thug niggaz
Used to fucking love niggaz
Now I gotta plug niggaz
And my wrong niggaz makin' tones to give that up
Plus we no limit boys ride from dawn to dusk
Blame it on my cousin I'm a thug nigga
Grew up in the projects rollin' with the drug dealers
Heard your toy fucking soldiers want to do me
Look I don't play this ain't no motherfucking movie
I see you give farse clorise when your doped up
Keep my name out cha mouth get cha bitch ass choked up
Mama told me keep ya enemies close
Put your trust in yourself cause your friends get you smoked
Man you niggaz ain't shit
You just hatin' on a thug nigga that's livin' ghetto rich
Too every ghetto nigga that I know
When you livin' that life know anything go
I got niggaz in the hood waiting on me to drop
I got niggaz in the pin nigga ready to riot
Screw C-P-3 and it's official
I got three hundred rug rats ready to get with you
Nigga years fuckin' later and I still got skrilla
My motherfucking kids sleep on ????
I got other nigga bitches whodie screamin' my name
And If you ain't with the army nigga turn in your chain
Make sure these motherfuckers heard
Everything I speak I mean every motherfucking word
I play with it and get poped
This for the motherfuckin haters, ya heard me?
Who always told me we was never gon' amount to shit
I got somethin for that ass, ya heard me?
Fuck y'all, I'm on my way to the top nigga
Nigga No Limit ain't hard to find, ya heard me?
Ain't nuttin changed but our bank account
Hah hahhhh..
This is for them niggaz want war - who underestimated
Never thought that we would make it this far
Yo this is for them thug niggaz
Yo this is for them bud hitters, and them motherfuckin drug dealers
Whassup nigga? How's life been treatin you?
Remember me? I'm the nigga used to hang in your crew
The one you used to hate, used to knock and laugh in my face
And always said in rappin I don't have what it take
But look at me now, puttin the rap game on lock
Yeah nigga it's me, the same nigga off the block
Don't trip, I'm just here to let you know what's goin on
and that life is good for a nigga who started small
But it's funny how I'm lovin the money as it keeps comin
I remember y'all sayin I wasn't gon' amount to nuttin
So stop stuntin, cause I ain't with that huntin and frontin
I'm the same ol' nigga, still thuggin
How ya like me now thugs I made it out the brick
Member I was broke nigga, picture me rich
Still hangin with my soldiers, still blowin doja
We MADE MEN but still knock some haters off the shoulder
You can +Hate Me Now+ I did a song with Nas
A couple of niggaz came up when I fuckin retired
But I'm back nigga, and you know I'm the best
Cause I can walk through rain and - don't get wet
Y'all phony niggaz try to look like us and try to be me
Nigga talk shit when I ain't around fool HOLLA WHEN YOU SEE ME
Y'all little soldiers just be yourself niggaz, fuck stuntin
If you ain't gotta go get it never put bitches over money
I told you motherfuckers I was sick of this shit
I'm comin up - I know you bought "Thuggin" bitch
I got a lotta niggaz scared in this game
You got the right to fear me - cause I'm comin for your fame
I used to BEG you niggaz, man give me a verse
Now you got the dick look because the shit done reversed
Now I'm the fuckin star, I know you hear my anger
You don't wanna go to war with this 9th Ward strangler
Motherfuckers left me on the corner for the dead
I wouldn't help you cocksuckers if you gave me some head
What goes around comes around motherfucker
Whatsup niggaz?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(nigga)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU niggaz ball(I told y'all)
I know there's niggas out there waitin' for the fall
(Y'all can't stop a motherfuckin' Tank)
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Nigga tryin' to pay the rent
I'ma hustler, baller, nigga G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born to cry
Wild like a long fuckin' ranger
Niggaz from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why niggaz watchin' nigga's back,
cause they gone on that powder shit
Caine, nigga's gang, heroin in the vain
Fuckin' with they brains
Who the next nigga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next nigga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see - Motherfuckin' T.R.U.
Soldier til I die, fuck it I won't cry
Look my ENEMY, in the eye
Fuck every nigga that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if I have to die, cause a nigga gone shout it
I was born a No Limit Soldier, from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers don't talk
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit niggaz got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas
Niggaz independant, and rowdy
Nigga check billboard, number 1 and bout it
That's why niggaz tryin' to get us on the radio
Now niggaz might see the P. on the video
But a nigga, still TRU to the Gizzame
Cause I, represent the hood and every fuckin' nigga that gangbang
The streets is so real, fool guard yo grill
Smoke one for the homies that done made it over the hill
Cause we.....
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After...Dollars no cents, we representin', No Limit
Put a dime rolex presidential, nigga ride everythang ???
Nigga I went from riches to riches
Not motherfuckin' rags to riches
Cause I, always had money
Cause I, always had bitches
Yeah a motherfuckin' nigga tryin' to get mo' dough
Nigga act like you know the motherfuckin' sco' though
I pull a ice solo, hit a 40 G lo
Lay-low pro, get a Benz, too dope
??????, gold Tank, crush diamonds, and mo mo's
Nigga runnin' from the po po's, hidin' from a lo lo'
Takin' trips together to the ???
Fa'sho though, puttin' a vest up under my Polo
Nigga strapped with the 4 when I'm solo
To test the best, then that's a no no
365 days, 24/7, I'm bout my riches
See money, is a must, everything's a plus, includin' weed and bitches
It went from 18/5 a ki, not 18/5 for me, C and P to do a show
Act like y'all know, Ghetto Millionaire,
shippin gold out the do', you know?
This goes to all y'all BITCH ASS niggaz
that got the motherfuckin game twisted
Get it how you live, hehehehe
UH-OHHHHHHHHHH! (Hoody hoooo!)
It's on!
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)
I'm on the block, and I keep my nine cocked
I got a problem - it's handled, with some automatic shots
See I'm a thug - and I love to smoke weed
And I'm a hustler - that mean I love to serve fiends
I'm from the 3rd Ward, Callio', and I'ma represent it
You don't know me? You better stay out of my business
cause I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee
But nigga I don't box, I'm the M to the P
I crush domes - I got some niggaz that'll break bones
And if I can't catch you, then I'ma follow yo' bitch home
We got beef - then you know I can't sleep
And if it's a war - then we can take it to the streets
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)
P fuck them niggaz - bout to get the duct tape and WRAP THIS BITCH UP
Talkin that shit on the record you better be ready to BACK THAT SHIT UP
Ya, mama ain't gon' let cha come outside if she know what I'ma do to you
Hatin behind our back but when you see us you hollerin hoody hoo
(HOODY HOOO!) Fake ass record companies, y'all niggaz is roody-poot
Y'all niggaz ain't soldiers on the street
Y'all niggaz is dick in the booty (y'all don't want none)
Bitch I'm CURSIN, cause it's PERSONAL (y'all don't want none)
Use my name I'm gon' be STOMPIN, CHOKIN, HURTIN
Jump in that water if you wanna
I'ma catch y'all in that corner, pull it out and PUT IT ON YA
Y'all bitches got more mouth than you got heart
You got more hype than you got money
Y'all niggaz don't want me to start!
We see more millions in a year than y'all niggaz gon' know about
Let a nigga get a little attention then a nigga wan' show out
But we gon' stay bout it through the 2000 and check domes
Oahkayyyyyyy... BRING IT ON!
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
We ready, we ready
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)
Down South niggaz we ready
East coast niggaz we ready
West coast niggaz we ready
Midwest niggaz we ready
We ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
Hahah real niggaz, we ready
Real bitches, we ready
No Limit, we ready
All my soldiers, we ready
Haaaaaaa, ain't nuttin changed nigga
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto Bill got them in his hand
I’m a fool shorty, so watch me float
I’m so gutta so gangsta and I got dough
I’m in the Guinness book of records
I can never go broke
I’m the first kid out the project to get a TV-show man
I’m on the block clack and skrilla
I don’t wear boxers at night, I wear p-millers
And my shoes I lay some up when I’m going or walk
I’m the first one to put spinning wheels on a luxury car, man
I’m ghetto fab, check out my gold grill
My Teeth had twisted, they call me Ghetto Bill
I’m a no limit soldier but I love the kids
Send money to the pence, they doing it big
Even though I free ballin’, I don’t made it big
I’m still stuck through the hood trying to save these kids
And I do whatever just to save these kids
I got the whole hood in my hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto Bill got them in his hand
Be all u can be, be the greatest like Mohammed Ali
Make them love you when they hate to see
It’s a trip when u fall in your dreams
You like donuts and milk, you could buy crispy cream
You could be educated and still be a thug
You can say no to drugs and still have fun in the club
You can be a movie star eternity to the governor
And rap like Romeo and still listen to your mother
It aint nothing wrong making it out of the hood
But never forget were you came from shorty it’s all good
I’d like to thank BET for believing in me
Steven Hill, Ms. (?) my boy Kelly G
I’ve had in bitted myself and I’m back on top
I guess, there’s one for the boys on the block
See I’m a no limit soldier like Chucky Ace
Its mister makes them say “Uhh” got it on the craig
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Who said he want some
Boy you don't want none
We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum
I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters
We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders
And uh, I don't know what they told you boy
But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy
We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit
I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits
And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine
And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine
I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know
We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors
Then, after the party it's the afterparty
And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby
Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it
If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what)
Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that
It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at
T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck
We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck
We break bread, and wile out in the club
If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love
And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at
Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back
Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks
Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh)
Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas)
Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama)
We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio)
Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go)
D.C.
Boston
New York
Arkanasas
Milwaukee
Arizona
California
Philadephia
Kentucky
Atlanta
Nebraska
Colorado
The bayou
The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter
Hit 'em up
Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck
Who wants some, who wants some
Look Pezee. What's happening?
This how we gonna do this one here baby.
Ya heard me! Ain't no stoping me and No Limit baby!
Platium and gold it's lights out
Drop Bentleys thats what im bout
Been there and done the things in my life time
Hustle til the day that I die
Folks magizines is dont lie
Been there and done the things in my life time
If a house cost less then a mill I dont want it
If it say Bently you know im gon flount it
I keep keep it ghetto I dont change the game
I meen 85% thats a hell of a thing
Now if it dont make dollars then it dont make cents
I know yall lil niggaz cant do it again
I meen I rock big ice and I roll with big cars
I ship em platium and they brake me off
Now the girls gon jock me you cant knock me
I hold the street so my real thugs got me
The ghetto bill and they screaming my name
I worf fo hundred mill and Im still the same
I meen I still drink kool aid mix it with cris
I still run with the boys put 20's on 6
Bandana T-shirts call me ghetto instead
7 figgas hard hitters nothing less than that
Seen cribs that jock the gold ceiling
Ever been in a house with big wheeling
The new 6 Im the first in line
75 million records that a hell of a rhyme
I dont talk about it whodi I makes it happen
Im be rich even when I stop rapping
Call me Jack Pimping but it aint no front
Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money
Genus book of records is where I be
Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets
Got super models in a beana ba dam
Brought a couple tour buses with studios in em
And if it's cold I got minks for months
Import cigars from Cuba just to smoke my blunts
Cause I dun balled in a Aveator filled my dreams
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz
Little mama wit alla that (Heyy)
Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh)
No Limits where the ballas at (over here)
We pop bottles like we quarterbacks
hey girl won't you do that dance
lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing
I like your style and the way you move
you make a thug wanna get wit you
When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly
It's about to jump off
when I stop by
we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist sittin on 24 carats
Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed
I slide through grab a couple of bottles
later on fly threw grab a couple of models
you a balla you outside or in
I pulled up theres more outside then in
niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front
some couple of dudes ran up the street
tried to park and run
get back to the spot
once I get back to the yact
I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha
I'm a actor so its juice and vodka
tell the waiter more champagne for shorty
we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz
Call me on a sunday
you no a dawg could roll through
in a black 350z with no roof
excuse me I don't no what they told you
but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
curren$y the high spitter got hella flows
rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold
got the world in my hand won't let it go
I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough
young dude ice so chunky
game so smooth thats why they want me
ooh too cool way to flossy
if thats your boo you better get her off me
Shake it girl, work it girl
These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh)
My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh)
We got beef then we keep 'em cocked
The new No Limit, we all we got
Now if you in, then you in
From the streets to the pen
That shit that happened last year won't happen a-fuckin-gain
The only way out is to die my nigga
Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga
See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year
I'm the nigga that said we run this here
And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory
I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories
This from the heart nigga, I speak the truth
You don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
And if you never sold dope, you don't know how I feel
And you ain't gotta get shot to be motherfuckin' real
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it
I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch
Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali
Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle
In the club she likes to get rowdy
And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it
I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian
Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican
Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me
Go to school, go to work, talk proper
Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper
Get your nails done, get your hair fixed
Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists
Be a thug chick, keep it real miss
Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch
Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin
Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars
I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit
Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy
Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip
And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick
And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame
I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang
Do that dance
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
Do that dance
Where them thugs at - there they go
Where them thug girls at - there they go
Where them ballers at - there they go
If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up
I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool
When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of
where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck
Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty lookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan
I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah
You can find us on the block with that rock boy
I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook
Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel
When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
So where them ballers at, shot callers at
I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all..
WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP
ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me
Tear da club up nigga!
Whassup NOW?? HUH!
Tear da club up nigga!
Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool
And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool
Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell
See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on
And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome
Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me
Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy
And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets
Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet
I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
with my lady, she bought to have a baby
That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy
Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
They killed the old man but the bitches missed us
Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me
Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased
(Man did you kill em P?)
Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police?
I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali
No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong
I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets
And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)
Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me
Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats
like it's crack, or cocaine
But thugs die screamin East and West
That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols
and wear bulletproof vests
And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit
Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it
Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me
Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(Tear the club up nigga!
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(Tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(Tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Y'all better stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..)
Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe
The soulja boy never let you go
You gotta man he ain't got to know
And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
The way - you - make - me - feel
Make me wanna run wit you
Such a boy can I roll wit you
I'm always lovin' you
Check it out
You and ya girls come follow me
I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P
I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z
I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold
Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve
I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve
We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die
And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high
How do you do my senorita
Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya"
Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya
I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya
Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya
Hit me on the cell or on the beepa
Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya
Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
I'll be your soulja girl
Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy
I'll be your soulja girl
I need a soulja boy ready to go to war
A fire boy with 20'z on his car
When I need some love he won't be far
I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)
Talk that talk, but keep it real
And never stop but plays the bills
And I love the way he makes me feel
Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Ha!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, Hut 1, Hut 2
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
No Limit Soldiers can't be stop
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Hey ma
Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her
I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up
Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot
Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it
I'm usually not the type to jock
But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all
Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can
make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math
Add me and subtract your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance flo'
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks
I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks
Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters
Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter
I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color
My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer
I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz
But I still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like T. Harris
They should call em Arnold Shwartzeneger cuz I carry gold 4-5's
And my mission in life is to make millions til I die
They should retire my jersey cuz everything I ship be platinum
And if you aint wit No Limit you don't know what's happenin
F-L-A-L damn that's E-S
Still spit game get head up in the G-S
Rap game nice ball game nice
Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice
Even when im knowing im wrong im right right
You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight
And everywhere im going im hearin A A
Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare
16 guns got me 16 trials
16 boss got you 16 thous
16 shots get you 16 wholes
my wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know
Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game
Push my rover to the limit I abused the range
Change cars like my clothes including shoes
Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms
I love cash but go to jail just to workout
Get a year for G-P get big and get out
I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while
So I can go down south wit platinum teeth when I smile
Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches
Trucks so big I could scoot like 30 bitches
Yall money short like 30 midgets
Follow me!
I see death around the corner
[Master P]
Ya thought it was over
But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die
One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese niggas on this earth is the demons
God called my dog, It's time to move on
You a rider, jump in the Pimp caddy
get you're cruise on
God got you now, no more penitentiary
You'se a soldier, nigga you made history
Hoes moaning, no more pain
Took my dogs to another place another gang
It's still westside, till we die
Niggas roll, reminisce and getting high
Thug nigga, no more tears, moma shared
No more pain in the muthaphukkin' new year
Cause you're in heaven with the other G's
We scream, Makaveli to our enemies
You're like a ghost, to the niggas in the Eastcoast
Makaveli number one in every recordstore
You live life to the fullest, then you die
You taught niggas never run, just ride
Killaz, that's what you hanged with
Gangstaz, that's what you banged with
You felt dead around the corner, but you came out
Real niggas don't change, that's what's you'se about
You taught niggas to take pain, be a man
That's why Tupac, nigga scream your name
Tatooed up with t-shirt
When you die you say ashes and no dirt
See, you'se a legend in your own time
Ghetto means in every gangsta rhyme
Cause your, real to the fullest
If you had a trigga, nigga you pull it
R.I.P to my thug niggas, see you in the crossroads
from Master P, MUCH LOVE NIGGA!
Westside niggas feel this
Eastside niggas feel this
Southside niggas feel this
midwest niggas feel this
Thug niggas wont ya feel this
Tupac was the realest
Yo como aqui, tambien el dineros
Yo quiero la pesos
I say ooooh nah nae
I got to get the money 'fore I play (dineros)
I say ooooh nah nae
I got to get the money 'fore I play (pesos)
I started small time, but I made it, to the top
Do I believe in God? I thank the man for everything I got
Senoriiiiiita? Can you, read my future?
Cause where I'm from the little homies they'll shoot ya
See I'm a savage (savage) but I love to life lavish (lavish)
and I'm addicted to cornbread, greens, and cabbage
I'm a ghe-tto boy, with a ghe-tto house
I got twenties on my Benz, and gold's in my mouth
And if I go to jail, put some pesos on my books
Believe me when I say this I'm a hustler not a crook
I lock the boat to the truck, then I headed, to the beach
We started walkin chasin cuties and I got sand in my feet
I say soldiers hold up, who got a camera?
I seen one so tight, man you know I gotta slam her
I looked into her eyes I'm thinkin sex on the beach
She got a friend, uno dos now they hang with me
Here come the cops and we all blowin doja
He say are you drinkin, I say nah man we sober
Getcha money, 'fore you play, ya heard me?
Part of this No Limit soldier campaign
My dogs on the block, my dogs in the game
Them dogs locked up doin time in the jail
My dogs on the streets, my dogs in the hood
My dogs in the project up to no good
My dogs - I ride for my dogs
I'll die for my dogs, this one for my dogs
Call me {?}, cause I'm respected in the hood
From the North, to the East, to the West, to the woods
You gon' need more than a {?} shot, if I fight
You don't say it how it go then you might lose yo' life
I got dogs, that I mash up and pull capes with
I got dogs that I hustle and get paper with
I got dogs that I know wanna bite me
But I live for the dog that wanna be just like me
Niggaz wanna turn, my dogs against me
And these bitch dogs, y'all can't pimp me
How you gon' fuck with {?} and don't fuck with Peedi
Every dog got his day cause most dogs is greedy
I'm in the hood with my dogs, I hang with my dogs
I slang with my dogs, I bang with my dogs
I smoke with my dogs, I drink with my dogs
I roll with my dogs, my No Limit dogs
Most of y'all niggaz want dogs to guard 'em
C-Murder not guilty, so fuck the warden
Call the President, man give him a pardon
I got more fuckin green than the Boston Garden
My dogs on the block nigga got my back
And my dogs locked up they're ready to attack
We rottweilers in the game and y'all niggaz poodles
We flippin dog biscuits while y'all cats eatin noodles
And loyalty, come with respect
Never put friends over family, all dogs know that
We might have differences but keep it real
And we ride for the dogs if one get killed
Let me tell you what type of dog I am
I'm the type of dog that's gon' keep it real with my dogs
I could never be a yes dog
Cause you know what I'ma be there for you dog
When you need me dog, cause you my dog
And no matter what you thank dog
When them other dogs gone, I'ma still be there barkin for you dog
Cause you my dog, and I'm yo' dog
Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think
I'll never speak on my people
Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young black males on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, leave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggaz still smokin
No education mayne, just inflation mayne
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggaz'll test you when they know you a killer
My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em
Damn
I pour out liquor for my niggaz who done fell victim
Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit 'em, listen
I guzzle beers for my brothers that's missin
Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison nigga
Tattooed tears, to represent the day
Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne
This for my niggaz on the block misled
Who think they gotta hold glocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne
Listen instead, I think I got a better plan
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on
gettin legit in the world, nigga get your grind on
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today
And you'll see, your paper start to multiply
Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle
Passenger, keep your hands up high
You don't have a right to remain silent
Anything I write in this report
is gonna be fuckin used against you, hahaha
Where dey at - where dey at, where dey at?
Life ain't easy (life ain't easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
Is you scared or is you real? Cause yo' face is kinda pale
I know these streets is kinda hard but me, I'm bout my fuckin mail
They say that evil lurks in the dark, and the trigger gots no heart
I've been doin this shit from the start
and yeah my bite is worse than my bark
Nigga please, I'm a motherfuckin dog ass nigga
Steady reppin on them hoes and I'm steppin on them niggaz
Bitch I thought that you was hard, til I caught you in yo' garage
and I hit you with that ?, now you tryin to press some charges
like a bitch - talkin bout, "It's all good - I ain't trippin"
Shook my hand - but man, I can't wait to catch you slippin
in the STREETS, cause I'm crazy gang related, and it's FUCKED UP
Them bitches tryin to ban me cause my music get y'all bucked up
Fuck!
Life ain't easy (life ain't easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
Did you fear me when you see me? Look in the mirror you wanted to be me
Put on your Converse and your green cause you thought that you had seen me
Now you afraid of the real? For that you better guard your grill
I'm the Candyman I'm Master P and you might get spilled
For the lights and I'ma shine like Joe the Jeweler
See I'm a big bout it Benz and you a sixty-nine Cougar
This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard?
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight
(that's what I said)
unh!
Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!
Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
I've been tryin to call you baby, where you at?
I'm out here on the block thuggin
After this, you ain't gon' have to want for nuttin, ya heard?
I've been waitin on you, for all night long
Thinkin 'bout what I'll do when you get home
Boy I'll cook for you, massage you too
And give you that freaky good lovin if you want me to
It's all good shorty, this be the hood shorty
Paradise straight up the road through the wood shorty
Wanna take you to, paradise cause the hood is hot
We done seen so many people in the hood get shot
And I, don't wanna see my baby cry
Anything happen to you I'm down to ride or die
And, I know the kids come first
But I love puttin money in your Louis Vuitton purse - can you feel me?
Girl you lookin beautiful
Let's get your nails done, on a plane or a boat
You deserve the finer thangs
Like Jaguars, minks, and diamond rangs
A mansion with a big piano
We can live like the Black Sopranos
They say all good girls love thug niggaz
I guess that's why I'm so in love wit'cha
Let's ride, let's ride
Me and you we can thug to the other side
I want it, I want it
I really really want it
I'm gonna, put it on ya
So tell me that you want it
I need it, I need it
I really really need it
I'm gonna, put it on ya
So tell me that you want it
Put you in a bubble I Bentley with the matchin top
Hit the mall shawty, you can shop 'til you drop
I told you I'ma change your world
Designer names, you that kind of girl
Diamond rangs with the Rolex
You need a dress, Liz Claiborne can drop into the pro-jects
You put my name on your body and I'm feelin that
You told me never let the hood hold you back
You was there when I needed ya
Now, I don't mind {?} pleasin ya
Girl we used to thug together
On the block, even hit the club together
Wakin up to Kool-Aid and Crist'
Now you got the ice the size of Hershey's Kiss
I went to jail, youse the first to come visit
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope
This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface
So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake
C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you
We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching
This ain't baseball, so stop pitching
And making collect calls, to the police
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks
I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6
You think quick, when there's money on the line
That's when I come through, and get em every time
Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off
Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's
The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars
It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, tell me what you want
Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in place
Then we find the yay
No shorts on the strip
All the money be straight
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your life straight
Find another way out, before it's too late
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking
You heard me, fuck
I'm too strong to lose, I mean
My hustlin skills keep me in the game
I've got too much paper to fall off
Man you can take all kind of shots at me I'll bounce back
You only get one life my nigga
And they steady throwin stones but I'm alright my nigga
The same way they did Christ my nigga
But I ain't mad at 'em, they hurtin and I'm alright my nigga
See "I'm a Hustla" homey and you a customer homey
I ain't Cassidy or Jigga but you can't touch me homey
I get my money from the block nigga the Ghetto Bill Gates
I got niggaz on my team from the South to the Bay
I didn't change when I made it I kept stackin my bacon
I'm on the block hustlin hard like I'm black and Jamaican
First they love you then hate you, man these bitches'll break you
From the streets to the pen, man these niggaz'll fade you
Man yo' mother could take you, man yo' brother could hate you
I got cousins tryin to kill each other, catchin the vapors
Disown ya mayne, run up on ya mayne
Pops said what don't kill you make you stronger mayne
Niggaz rattin for cream, rappers switchin up teams
I'm like Michael Jordan nigga I'm tryin to follow my dream
Real niggaz gon' feel me, see these streets'll kill me
But I'm out here thuggin tryin to feed these children
Turn my family against me, man these cops'll flip me
Play my records if I die, like radio miss me
Ghetto niggaz made history, then the media hit me
I guess I ain't controversy enough like Game and 50
I'm from the streets my nigga, pack that heat my nigga
I'm a boss but suit and ties that ain't me my nigga
I'm from the hood my nigga, what's good my nigga
Uptown, Callope, I'm a bull my nigga
I'm on the block gettin paper nigga you can't hate me nigga
My son worth seven figures you can't break me nigga
I'm on the grind gettin cheddar and cheese
And I started in the ghetto back in New Orleans
When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Asanti
I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin in the hood I'm the king of the car shows
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up
I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom
Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin Orleans
I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't "Pimp My Ride"
I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside
Them Lambord golds 50 talkin about
I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know whassup
From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win
When they see me on TV say he did it again
From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin outta control
From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six golds
But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump
Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk
Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean
Asanti rims, that really bling bling
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side
And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin man?
Shorty wanna roll cause I'm on them twankies man
Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean
Nicknamed my rims Demi cause they older than me
At the age of 15 man, doin big thangs man
Don't hate dawg, cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin cause my chrome stay crawlin
Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin
Never get hongry cause I keep them deep dishes
The peoples just ahhh, then they take pictures
My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight
White gold and purple just like them old days
Now it's kinda crazy cause Mercedes get me jealous
Range want Asanti's, but they can't have it
All for Lexus, my baby, my boo
If I ever need help I just scream HOOTIE HOO
My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers
Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh?
Take one of mine and don't think I'm a take one of yours
Huh, might take three or four of yours
Lights out
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Now I done pissed on some ??? and put some gats in some mouths
I done ran through the hood and made the rats come out
Now y'all think it's a fuckin game
These niggaz know why I came
I'm bout to knock on his door
And bust this bitch brains
This nigga done stole somethin from me
That I could never get back
See I remember the days me and my soldiers dressed in all black
Now if it's twenty five to life, I might do myself
Cuz I was a ghetto nigga, and some bad cards was delt
No milk from the bottle, momma had beer in her tittys
Now the more I smoke weed, I think these niggaz wanna get me
And I'm paranoid, for all the souls got ???
But should I sit down like a bitch, or revenge what I lost
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Get your people on the floor, I need fifty G's
Tell your mother fuckin daugher that she better not breathe
I'm full of greed, til' I get this fuckin paper out ya'
And I bet you tommorow they gone read about ya'
Three bodys found burned, with they ??? head missing
When I cut ya' daughters throat, her body start pissin'
??? hit ya, I don't know why I just smoked your ass
but ??? called me on the phone, and said he had the cash
Oh shit, I told him meet me at the park
A black suit, some Jason masks after dark
Nigga didn't bring the cops, so I guess he was stuck
Hit him fifty fuckin times, and I told him shhh...
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Assed out, no where to go with the gats out
Stashed out, ready and willing to mash out
Hit the crack house
Two in the spot, back out
One in the leg
Two in the head, Blacked out
Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out
??? on me, hurry up pull them stacks out
Times runnin' out, sooner or later you assed out
Times up nigga, shhh.... LIGHTS OUT
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Yea'... Y'all cowards out there, Hush
All Y'all real niggas out there, Hush
Do what you gotta do nigga, then Hush
HAHA, some mo' mother fuckin' fairy tales from Ghetto Postage nigga
I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry
Uggggh
Made money from cane, but times done change
I done change my life, but still trapped in the game
A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey
Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall
The game wont change me, but these streets made me
Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me
Uggggh
Now look
I got killas surroundin' me, but I don't know who gon' bust
Niggas aim fo' themselves, so I don't know who tah trust
Friend or foe, enemies or hoe
I don't know who tah dust
Bitches tell me it ain't even, so I don't know who tah fuck
Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh)
Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers
Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed
But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin' meal
Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough
Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows
Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin' me
At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh)
Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?
Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for my homies in the cemetery
I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes
Tah bustin' at fools with nickle plated fo' fo's
Huh, cuz Im'a ride for my tank dawgz
So put yah name on the wall, cuz I'm comin' tah get all y'all
No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul
Cuz fo' sho' they gon' feel it (Uggggh)
I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo' me?
Nigga I wonder will they'll kill or die with me
I'm just a ghetto child tryna get rich
My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch
Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip
Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch
With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich
And if I die, fuck the cryin' and this funeral shit
My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit
Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked
Homicides, hennesey, it's the life that we lead
And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin' with me
Muthafuckas (Uggggh)
Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin' tears nigga
When we gone, nigga smile
Some real niggas done moved on
And y'all niggas thats left, it's time tah muthafuckin' ride
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary (Hail Mary)
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary..
Hail Mary..
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary..
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..
(UNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH)
Did I live my life as a killer, did I grow up with the thugs?
See I coulda been a doctor, instead I sold drugs
My best partner was bloated, probably live if he wasn't loaded
I got so many questions Lord, that's why I told it
That ida like mosquita, don't wanna be the beaver
But on judgement day, I know I wanna see ya
Momma pray for you baby
See this ghetto got me crazy
Lord help me don't slay me
I'm just tryin to feed my babies
In the world where it's phony, where your enemies be your homies
And Lord, won't ya be there when the Devil run up on me
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..
Where do we go from here
Cause I want to see ? without a ounce of fear
Hopin that my time ain't near
Wishin that I'd NEVER seen my momma shed a tear
I've done so much wrong in my life, at night
I sleep with my eyes open, hopin
that the Reaper pass me by, I'm tryin to change
But my life's deranged
Jackin my own color for they rangs and change
Forgive me I was tryin to be a MAN
with this pistol in my hand
but took a forty-four, slug in my back
just to make me understand (my Lord)
So can I still be an angel?
Or on judgement day, will you treat me like a stranger?
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys
Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to be alone
Girl call me on the phone, or you can beep me in the zone
I'm mean holla if you wit me, if you need me come and get me
You want me to box him tell him hit me
See you too pretty to be a ??
If you was mines I'd make you shine like a flower
I don't give a fuck, how much money, how much power
I wanna make you my lady, if you tired of bein his bitch
See the nigga wanna see you broke, but I wanna see you rich
And I ain't playin no games, I wanna make you out my boonapalist
Girl keep your head up, and can't no nigga stop this, ya heard me?
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys
Yo, I look at you and praise you as if you a Goddess, but you modest
And word on the street, say you the hottest now why is this
so familiar, some niggaz'll kill just to be near ya
But you like my niggaz itchin, sayin that they gon' get ya
You ain't never had real love, cause all you fuck wit
is little thugs who deal drugs, you need a soldier
A nigga dat'll ride, nigga, that'll die
Nigga - to say you beautiful, and you my butterfly
I remember, when you was just a caterpillar
Ponytails and overalls, with Wonder Woman drawers
Everybody made they passes, laughin about yo' glasses
And now niggaz sweat you just because of how fat that ass is
I know you love that attention, ain't nuthin wrong with it
But you ain't gotta let every nigga you've known hit it
You a Queen, and I'ma make you shine like the brightest of stars
Keep you in the tightest of cars, you feel me?
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler
I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up
But just watch and listen and you might get paid
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki'
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV
The first lesson in the cookin of dope
You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot
Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop
You see some liquid yeah don't po' that out
Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house
I mean, shake it up 'til the shit turn white
And don't sell to no snitches cause that's 20 to life
You can't trust nobody, not even your boo
You got one pistol? Man get you three or two
You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream
And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green
I done made a lil' money and it's time to invest
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy
Put some ice on my wrists like I'm goin to the Grammy
I'm a country boy so let the truth be told
The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold
I went to the club, got a couple of hoes
Call me Ghetto Bill, I'm tryin to flip me a roll
Handle that rock like I'm goin to the pros
I got boys that'll tag ya toe
Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?}
I got it for 16-5 if you lookin for coke
I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jail
Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed
No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes
I told Drumma, man mix me a beat
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV
You can't mention the South 'less you mention me
Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game
I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game
I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy"
And I could never fall off, cause I'll go back to slangin rocks boy
I taught the world how to do dat dere
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there
I'm like, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere
Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo
Look what I got for you baby
(Look get this up out of my face
I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money)
What?
(I'm telling you, you need to change your life)
Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us?
(Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying)
Man you aint gotta worry about that
Oh you think your better than me now?
I'm outta here girl.
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya
I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together
You know you made me have this funny feelings,
I guess I just love me a thug
You know how to push me down and take it from me
Show me that rough type of love
The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you,
I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you,
I live my life for you, so crazy about you
just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you
I would be the best for you, complete any task for you
any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you
I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you
so please don't leave me cause I can't breath without you
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds?
and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed
my people tell me your not worth it, but it is so hard to explain
and just the thought of you on top,
makes my nature hot, i want no other man
Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you?
Who counted all the figures for you?
Continued the buisness for you?
Who ran away those niggas for you?
It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you
Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife?
That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight
I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please don't leave
cause I can't breath without you
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'm going crazy, about my baby
no one could ever take your place
with all the memories we share, nothing else can compare
so I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside,
I know that I can't hide
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
Niggas hear this
I want niggas to mug niggas
Like, what you lookin at?
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat
Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back!
We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz
Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin Dodgin dem cops
Slangin tape till they pop
And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!)
All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards!
Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics
Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich
Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks
Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit
You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis
See we right where da block at
Right where da spot at
Right where it's hot I mean
Right where the cops at
Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat
Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha)
Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat
No Limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat
Ride me out Silkk
Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm!
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
Never look back
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and change
Still kept it real, never disrespected the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville
And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man
It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?
I stole my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the police I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even take me to the ocean
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Limit Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no industry shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to find who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my nigga
That's what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
If you still love this game make some noise
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Some ball players like the microphone
Charles Oakley and Charles Barkley like to break bones
Ron Mercer like to slam dunk straight to the hoop
Derek Ander' love the alley oop
Allen Iverson like the pick and roll
But me myself, I like the give and go
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Kevin Garnett jump out this world
Some say Sam Cassell look like Earl The Pearl
McGrady, Vince Carter are the very best
But Jason Williams, Ricky Davis don't take no mess
See basketball has always been my thing
I like Kobe, Dennis Rodman and the three point kings
And number 34, the man of the hour
Shaquille O'Neal got the money and the power
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Patrick Ewing, Spreewell on the same team
And Scottie Pippen's rolling with the dream
Stoudamire meets Mark Berry
And what about Gary Payton, now that's scary
Jalen Rose rolling with Reggie Miller
Malone and Stockton, two thrillers
Alonzo Mourning, some say he mean
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever
We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on Tupac
Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy E died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
Don't make me act a fool (what!)
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those bitches know
Still fuckin with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still fucking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
Nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
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