Fungus the Bogeyman (2004)

Actors

• Ed Baran (miscellaneous crew)
• Colin Towns (composer)
• Martin Clunes (actor)
• Justin Bodle (producer)
• Arnie Gelbart (producer)
• Trevor Cooper (actor)
• Kate Lynch (actress)
• Anna Wing (actress)
• Mak Wilson (actor)
• Mak Wilson (actor)
• Benjamin Greenacre (miscellaneous crew)
• Tom Goodman-Hill (actor)
• Stuart Orme (director)
• Marianne Girard (miscellaneous crew)
• Puelo Deir (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Comedy
• Family
• Fantasy

Fotó Háber (1963)

Actors

• Antal Páger (actor)
• Sándor Siménfalvy (actor)
• Gyula Benkö (actor)
• Imre Sinkovits (actor)
• Tibor Molnár (actor)
• Antal Farkas (actor)
• Zoltán Várkonyi (actor)
• Zoltán Várkonyi (director)
• Zoltán Kerényi (editor)
• Károly Kovács (actor)
• László Csákányi (actor)
• László Inke (actor)
• István Nagy (actor)
• Éva Ruttkai (actress)
• József Fonyó (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• What's Ya Point - Mia X
• Can't Trust A Man - Mia X
• The Party Don't Stop - Mia X
• Like Dat - Mia X
• Flip 2 Rip - Mia X
• Don't Blame Me - Mia X
• 4ever TRU - Mia X
• I Pity You - Mia X
• Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya (But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya) - Mia X
• Don't Start No - Mia X
• Imma Shine - Mia X
• You Don T Wanna Go 2 War - Mia X
• Daddy - Mia X
• Puttin' It Down - Mia X
• You and Me - Mia X
• Who Got Tha Clout? - Mia X
• Unlady Like - Mia X
• The Party Don T Stop - Mia X
• Hoodlum Poetry - Mia X
• Mommie S Angels - Mia X
• Mama S Family - Mia X
• I Ll Take Ya Man 97 - Mia X
• I Don T Know Why - Mia X
• Get It Straight - Mia X
• Bring Da Drama - Mia X
• All N S - Mia X
• Ain T 2 Be Played Wit - Mia X
• What S Ya Point? - Mia X
• Don T Start No.... - Mia X
• Don T Blame Me - Mia X
• Sex Education - Mia X
• Ghetto Livin - Mia X
• Fallen Angels (Dear Jill) - Mia X
• Ride Or Run - Mia X
• Unladylike - Mia X
• I Pitty U - Mia X
• I DON'T KNOW WHY - Mia X
• Shake Whatcha Mama Gave Ya (but Make Sho Your Niggas Pay Ya) - Mia X
• You & Me - Mia X
• Let's Get It Straight - Mia X
• I'll Take Ya Man '97 - Mia X
• Rip Jill - Mia X
• MUCH LOVE - Mia X
• Mommie's Angels - Mia X
• Mission 2 Get Paid - Mia X
• Mama's Family - Mia X
• Anywhere You Go - Mia X
• Annalillia - Mia X
• All Balls Don't Bounce - Mia X
• Bring It On - Mia X

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh, TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah, uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don Cartegena the leader.
Yeah, uh.
Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you)
Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right through)
East, west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated
I often made it through the cold stages
Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
Caucasians givin core cases
P's chase us like horse races
Battin down on all faces
Everyday it's like the same old shit
I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
Don Cartegena, Mama Mia
[Mia X]
Yeah, that's right
[Chorus]
[Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop]
What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say
We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4
[Snoop Dogg]
Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash
You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass
Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that
Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back
So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm one up on every motherfucker in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame
And things won't never be the same again
Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again
What's your name again, I'm the capital S
You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west
Side of the coast, east side of the beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
I got love for real nigga so what's up jigga
[Chorus x4]
[Mia X]
I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river
Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
Still the southern hospitality is all good
Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods
Mama Mia, the queen of the south
Who states somethin like the one in my mouth
Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die
But I'm makin merges from CA to NY
And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG
And TRU soldiers nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T
We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas
I slang the pound different but we all about the drama
Hit the enemies down
Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down
Get the ransom out this motherfucker
Love of the hood, we stay representin
Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song
[Chorus x4]
[Snoop Dogg]
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Same shit, same shit.
Same shit.
Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood.
From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
To Alabama.
To motherfuckin Connecticut.
Overseas where the G's don't even speak this shit.
Same shit go down.
Niggas need to unite, get this paper.
Cause we on a mission.
Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG.
That's how we doin this shit.

Sistas recognize no matter how you try to understand
to understand them
oh noo you cant trust a man
Look here, I'm goin out with tha homies
And dont you even give me no lip like you own me
You want me couked up so you can do yo thang
But now it's time boot up and say some thangs gone change
Like when yo pager rangs
Whats up wit all these codes
You turn tha thang upside down readin stuff from yo hoes
I suppose thats why I got on my clothes
Gon have a dance
A drink or 2
And I aint even trippin on you
Cause tha things you think is slick really aint
You think you bein a playa
But looka here
Dude you cant
Cause I work everyday, but I dont pay nan bill
Sex you only when I want
And never do fix a meal
But on tha real
I be that pimpstriss, mackadame with game
Got tha mind playin
Met tha trick indeed to bring tha pain
Cause yo lame excuses
And yo tore up lies
Left you hanging wide open
And i aint even tryin to cope wit
Yo mental cause it makes no sense
Thats why nothins goin on between us but tha rent
I spent alot of time tryna figure you out
But now I finally understand
You just cant trust no man
You cant trust a man ( why they always cheatin)
You cant trust a man ( why they mess up tha way they do)
You cant trust a man ( why they always cheatin)
You cant trust a man (You cant trust a man)
As long as a trick comes fallin down
It gives me all motion to keep my suit fo tha clown
I'se be like get on down
Boy get on down
i'm hella known fo my strut through my town
Suga T here I be its me
Momma always told me dont nathin come free
They aint shh
We knows how it goes
Always tryna come up on tha rolly hoes
But tha skys tha limit
I keeps my hmm sewed up
They backs up off tha hmm
Because I'm tryna make a buck
Chuggin tha lug cause i be down wit da funkin
niggas be on my jock like a tree be on tha stump
Packin junk in my trunk
Must i buck em
Callin me all on tha top notch to bust some
Lyrical master in tha front
Be on this rap scene
Who do I be
Cause i be that tool with tha classy
Breakin em down
Shakin em up gettin em stuck
Supa bad and aint givin a fuck
No love No lust
Cause thats tha way it goes
Cause they aint shh
[chorus]
[bridge]
You tear me up on tha inside
I hope my hardhead understands
Cause I cant trust no man
Damn even though he's a trip
It's hard to let go cause I'm used to his tricks
I'm scared to find anotha deal with his habits
That might even turn out to be more drastic
i'm mackin and he's ackin on his p's and q's
But fo how long fo real until I get tha blues again
I miss makin dinner fo 2
Candelight, bubble bath and tha rendevous
But I do know i aint lettin him have his cake
And his ice cream while he eats his steak
I mean I aint down to share no I cant understand
Some otha chick up in tha mix wit my man
So I'm bounce just to let him see
That if I can't trust him then he cant be with me

[Mia X]
I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
Through the dance floor
What you came for?Actin' like ain't know
That I flows,everything over ?knocks?
With the peep by the pound
And the ice cream shop
They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
And I'ma ???? flows baby,think I ain't!
You can't see even if you had a bird's eye view
Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
On and on, you know you can't resist
So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
Biggest Momma with the ?rhyme-a? and Prada
Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
Light up the room like Vegas
Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
Peelin' wit' the steel,recognize the real
Better rimes and bring skills I will
Keep it locked,word to my moms dredlocks
Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
Wit' P and the Ill Na Na,unified hip hop
Mo' chedda as long as the party don't stop
[Chorus:]
We don't care if the party don't stop
Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
Bangin' to the east
Shakin' it to the west
Throw it up northside
And the south gonna handle the rest
[repeat]
[Master P]
There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
36's on 55,I got money to get
It's the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
Now I'm the Big Poppa,I mean a Big Dada
I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
I got the cocoa and cream,not the kind that steam
Cause it's crispy and clean
Cristale and green,uhhhhh!
600 wit' that 28 inch will
Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
Pearl presidential wit' that big and ????
Tears on our backs but they still can't handle
Independent black owned and I'm 'bout it 'bout it
That's why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!
[chorus:]
[Foxy Brown]
Uhhh,you know dat na na don't fake none
Millions by the Mason
Shit,money I'ma take some
Ask P,he know that Fox gettin' nasty
Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
Hoes know I don't play that free shit
Make 'em lick my shit hard
Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
Huhh,you got to work me to hurt me
And when I'm bored fuck around on how you jerk yours
From NY to NO
Niggas know they my hoes,bringin' my doe
Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
Hunderd Benz-do,watch us work them ends though
Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
Peep this,don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you ?licked?
Ice Cream Man
[Master P]
Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
That's why the party don't stop

Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin
Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin
Ain't shit to talk about
Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin
Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making
Got they heads aching
So they acting like they got beef
Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak
I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this
But shits gone really get hectic
If y'all don't stop slow this ??? down now
The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking
The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it
The issue is I got my kids up out the projects
And bought my moms a new house
Before my second album came out
Respect my mind
I took my grandparents out the hood
I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good
So bestill the fact that I ain't selfish or greedy
Ask my people am I there when they need me
Like dat
[Chorus:]
I'ma leave you hoes in the same place
No progess
Talkin bullshit while I elevate
And I'ma keep looking out for the real
But I don't give a FUCK how the rest of y'all feel
And I'ma keep on learning the game
And I encourage all the my souljahz to do the same
I come in peace and I try to pack fair
But if you want to I will take you there
Like dat
Now I don't owe a motherfucker a god damn thing
And I earned the right to be the biggest mama on the tank
I sacrified beaucoup
Put in so much work
Kept it TRU cuz I'm TRU
And represented my turf
Downtown seven ward hard head
Ya heard
Around a gang of uptown niggaz
Straight screamin the third
Been bout it
Been rowdy
Been throwin for mines
It was just me and Jill on the scandalous rides
No hip hop lines to make me sound hard
It ain't no act
It's a fact
When it's on I go off
But as God as my witness
I love being nice
Until this playa setting in my household was right
I like to just be me
While you be with your knot
I'm trying to stay on top with TRU niggaz fo sho
And we extend our hands to pull up more
Like dat

[DJ KLC]
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it.
So who goin first?
[Mia X]
It don't matter to me, Boo.
[DJ KLC]
Well, we gone flip for it. Call it in the air.
[Mia X]
Heads.
[Mac]
Tails
[Mia X]
Mac, you up first.
[Mac]
Say, KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more time
for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it
[Verse One: Mac]
Street camo
Cover my flesh
I'm one of the best in the contests
They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest
If all you wanted was rest
Then I'm your Nyquil guy
Your night time sniffin and stuffiness
I kill with one shot
The murder murder verses
Quench lunatic's thirsts
I get pussy from nurses
Comin from churches
The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N
I'm deadlier with my pen
Then niggas with the mac 10
But that was back then
In 98 I'm strapped
Cuz I'm on the map
Ain't afraid to bust a cap
And I get paid for bustin raps
I like them ghetto girls
Y'all can have them super models
Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles
I get the game from my nigga V9
I get the beats off the 3-9
Them niggas can't see mine
I'm lyrically a therapist
A fuckin terrorist
Boom Boom!
I never miss
I'm on the next level
[Chorus x2: Mia X and Mac]
Well I'ma flip it like this
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma flip it like this
[Verse Two: Mia X]
When the smoke clears
I'ma still be here nigga
Mic in my hand
Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
You cross my path
You gets flipped in my wrath
The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck
Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
I rips it up from the gut
Like Jack the Shanka Man
Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
The better man's gone be Mama
And you know this nigga
On the top or the bottom
I'ma show this nigga
He's goin to sleep
I'm too deep
The lady alligator
Stick your seven inches in the swamp
And I'ma fade ya
I made you motherfuckers recognize the south
For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
About drama
Bout paper
Bout settin it off
Fuck the verbal fantasies
My shit is real y'all.
[Chorus: X4]
[Verse Three: Mac and Mia X]
[Mac]
Pass me the mic
And let me dig into they chests
Like AK bullets through they proof vests
In a shootin fest
I murder emcees like media
Mac the street encyclopedia
Who wanna test me?
Bless me with somethin knottin
Bitches who start pussy poppin
Rhyme I quote em
Nines I told em
Like wallets
I'm rock solid
And I like it when they suck and swallow it
I'm hardcore
Fuck that slangin and shit
Cuz when I'm on the mic
Niggas be bangin and shit
[Mia]
I love them buck wild crowds
Mama be center stage
Throwin lyrics at them niggas
Like hand grenades
You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me
Six figures make me throw bigger block parties
Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho)
Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes
Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked

[Chorus: C-Murder]
Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused
Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks
It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? yall
Sort of like ???????? of thugs
To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated
Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it
Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks
See while yall gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto
I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit
One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit
Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionares and servents
Just some independant brothers that deserve it
Now don't point your finger partner, just pratice what you preach
Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me
[Chorus]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Believe me
If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake
Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why
Lil niggas took the pains they can't take
Or the troubles he left behind
Why I gotta be the vision
I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine
But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind
And time life taught me
The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't
You either goin love me or you won't
But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat
And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's
But yall ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet
The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others
I look at my mother and I watch her suffer
But we beat the bad times in uptown
And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around
We made it on our own
And turned a fucked up life into a happy home
[Chorus: C-Murder]
[Mia X]
Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own
The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born
I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied
Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries
Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom
Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb
They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones
But BeBe's kids multiply while yall tryin to plum to save your own
Label me wrong because I spit the raw real
Yall feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em
Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick
Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandelous shit
Get a grip on the way you truely live
Entertainment can't raise your little kids
Run your households
You got to mold thier minds and tell them what to look out for
Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more

[Mia X]
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
Click tight, for life, family ties.
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
All for one and one for all, that's how we ball.
TRU, forever, that's my family
We be's on top the cheddar pile
Wet you up like the Nile
Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes
Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9
Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures
Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya
It's the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers
And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka
For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain't No Limit
To my loyalty and strong arm authority
Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera
Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya
Head off in a split, put ya lips
Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment
For this click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand
In line, while bustin my 9
I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration
We ain't bout fakin
We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon
Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do
I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU
Chorus (4X) I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
[Master P]
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier
Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya
But my homegirl is hella hard
Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large
Gangbangin on this dope set
Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette
Now that's one to grow on
If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on
Cause we be bout killin, bout murder
Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles
Hustlin hard to pay the rent
Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense
But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs
To stake my keys, to make OZs
Work in the project
An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack
TRU niggaz stick together cause we ballin
One for all, if we fallin
Chorus (4X)
[C-Murder]
I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game
Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name
Down for whatever at the drop of a dime
With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9
Like that, but we be comin like this
Don't fuck with this click or ya might get lynched
Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin
Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin
No hesitation, you layin a stank
C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank
We stick together like crazy glue
Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew
Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props
Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks
Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas
P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers
They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie
Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it
Get more support than a city after a hurricane
Radios and videos, now everybody know my name
We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew
No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU
Chorus (3X)
[Silkk]
4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew
Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust
If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust
See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month
We ain't nothin nice
TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts
Fuck them bustas that lookin for us
Nigga, we ain't hard to find
Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL
With my convertible top down
And my cellular phone just ridin
Mia told me, represent
Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies
Would you take a bullet for the president?
Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie
I thought you knew, homie
Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas
We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers
Everything I know
Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin
Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't
Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank
I'm actin bad for the tank
Ya'll do what ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't
Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank
For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank
Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha
Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya, if ya fall
I'm gon catch ya
Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas
Who be nationwide ballin
TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we callin
From California to New Orleans
Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do
Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever TRU
Chorus and fade
(I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker

damn, this shit is cold
no matter how hard you try to come up
there's always a motherfucker who got their foot in your back
these days a few motherfuckers
i mean there's more haters than soldiers and playas
trying to understand whats going on
niggas trippin, white folks slithereing around
I pitty all them sad motherfuckers
who you trying to see bitch
acting like you know me
you don't even wanta run up on this biggest mama don-es
push the bomber shit out the back door
crack, china and herb headed straight to the suburb
ain't nothin changed but the route my Legend takes
to shake the crooks that's out to to stick me for my papes
I hate to make my hollow tips follow the red beam
but I can't let you hatas steal my dreams
I'm duckin sireens, daily
cause crooked officers is known to take your
cheddar cheese right up off of you
I'm warning ya
flamboyant niggas and bitches, high-sidin them illicit riches
I bear witness to the way they kicked in the front door
slam me on the floor, steel up against my temple
beatin on my man and callin us outloud names
this type of shit ain't gonna never change
it's all in the game
ghetto thang got my name ringin way in your hood
I'm paranoid but at the same time wishing you would
test me
cause you gonna get handled
your corpse will dangle from a magnolia tree
as an example, I trample the many in my life time
I aints boastin, but if you cross me
me and my niggas will be posted up, to tear shit up
straight casket stuff
nonstop cause we aint trying to hear the word enough
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
ya'll heard of No Limit
so ya'll know I'm about the power moves we pullin
dping the type of shit
that you Uncle Tom's wouldn't even think about
so nigga stay in your place
before thise Down South Hustlers invade your space and take it
we know you're hatin on us and wanta see us at the bottom
plottin at the same time the fedz is watchin
trying to catch something, but they can't
why ya'll trying to bring a jeep to war against the tank
just paint a cleaner picture about this family and you will see
mama on the throne and soldiers kissin my finky ice
nothin nice, full blown connects
seen alot of blood spilled behind my family's respect
check the rap sheets, they ain't hard to find
attempt convictions but nothin stickin
against this click
and the tru mission's almost complete
we about to have this industry at our feet
slaughter the week and shine on all you envious hoes
I'm gettin mine while you knuckleheads is chasin fools
those who got the nerve to spit viscious
yea I heard ya
but abortion is the only type of murder
you bitches can tell them niggas stop rightin your wrongs
cause real bitches speak their own mind
I pitty you and don't come unless you slangin some mine
cause we trying to dead your whole crew
I pitty
pitty is from the bottom of my heart
annialation is a promise
if you stop to mama Mia
No Limit, my TRU family
you better know this
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it

[voice]
Welcome to tha Player's Club
[bridge]
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
[chorus]
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya
I say dey wanna be pimps and playas
Real Macks make em play fo flava
2x
[Mia X]
Mommamia
Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers
If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash
Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game
Dont be tryin to show no luv
Nigga fuck your pocket change
See its a new day and a new situation
Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination
Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life
Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife
Keep your combo tight
And every line so smooth
[voice]
Den why u dancin den?
Im payin my way through school
A golden gurl smile
Maken dem ends and I
Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite
High maintenence bitches
Make tha world go round
But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang
Fo sho now
Have yo ho while
This lightened touch gon make u melt
Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts
[Mia X]
Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard
38 double d's got em screamin good lord
Money waivin everywhere
Gun smoke in the air
Hennesy and absolute got em wantin to go dere
Some of deze niggas gon call us hoes
But most of deze niggas gon tip us mo
Some of deze niggas gon play dat role
But all of deze niggas is good to go
Hold ya hand through tha club till tha curtains close
Been down for dis private dancin since dey opened tha door
Dont you like tha way I move
Yeah I see u startin to sweat
Thank u boo your time is up
Leavin wit his pants wet
Aint no shame in my game
Whatchu tryin to do
I bet I leave this motherfucker
Wit mo cheese den u
Push a e thats paid fo
Got a condo 2
And all dem hoes dats talkin shit
Wish dey could where my shoes
[chorus]
[Bridge]

featuring C Murder Master P
Master P talking: (Yo man you high yet?)
Chorus:
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit
Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll
No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall
Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll
No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall
[Master P]
Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap
Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped
And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace
See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit
But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers
And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer
Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame
I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game
And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history
But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause
I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me
Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama
And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas
See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry
But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here
Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year
Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means
That means that means I come to your set
with no regrets and make you a dream
See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack
I've seen niggas with a fallen ?
but they know they ain't never coming back
I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever
Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather
I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you
Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal
Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches
Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches
Chorus
[Mia X]
Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes
Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna
I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood
Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good
I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama
I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya
I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace
Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P
But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck
And we got millions of niggas riding with us
Put em up for tru playas click tight for life
And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right
Chorus: repeat to end

[Verse One:]
Playaz meet me at the club cuz it's goin down
Master P got a party and you know we gone clown
It started at 10 ends when you leave
So I guess that's tomorrow if you party like me
I can't see the dancefloor cuz so many feet
But dead smack in the middle's where I'm trying to be
Valet got my Benz parked in VIP
No doubt that's the section for the cars all paid out
We in the house niggaz screaming T-R-U
More ice on our bodies than an igloo
Can we get you anything to make you feel at home
All expenses on us
Get your eat and drink on
Money really ain't a thing
That's why the name's No Limit
Known for goin all out to have you all up in it
So let's get it started
And the real tru playaz gone shine at the party
[Chorus: x2]
Imma shine at the party
Sportin like 10 karats
Flex like seven figures
Me and all my niggaz
Gettin jiggy in the club
All eyes on us
And as far as money goes
Yall know what's up
[Verse Two:]
My girls mix hennessy with alize
We in full effect
Now we got that rowdy crowd
But all playaz ain't nobody tryin to get knocked out
The guys got the poker game goin on in the back
The ballaz baby the niggaz with the briefcase kinda cake
High stakes fo sho head bustaz at the door
You can't look in without four figures or more
The place is like a fashion show
Everybody's feeling right
Big face Frank-i-lins falling from the sky
It is our mama first lady of the tank
Major crazy bank straight flossin think I ain't?
Can't do how we do cuz we all tru
Imitaters try to but that's on you
Boo a party ain't a party unless we give it
Cuz the party don't stop

What's up all ya'll real soldiers? (Uuunnnggghhh!!!)
All ya'll niggaz in Baton Rouge. (It's MP, MP! MP)
Shreveport. (the muthafuckin colonel)
Alabama. (The Colonel!)
Kansas. And it's time to salute. (At ease!)
North Carolina. South Carolina.
The first muthafuckin lady of the tank!
(on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! (Feel this!)
Detroit. The hardest bitch you ever heard!
(the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X!
(Mia X!) Mia X! Unlady Like! (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like!
Chorus: repeat 3X
You don't wanna, go to war with a soldier
No Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya!
[Mia X]
Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tank
I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain't to be fucked with
Nigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil
Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista
Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures
Descriptive vocals, who's the black widow I flow to
Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week
And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese
Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under
My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder
I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self,
Can you handle any physical encounters with moi?
Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts,
Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what?
There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas,
Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggas
Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista
Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta
Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die
We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
??? Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat
Army fatigues, strapped, and I'm ready for combat
Fool, I got that ghetto sold like ?Lebanon?
And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone
Eyes ever red, cause I'm gon off that dolja
Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier
Fool, till I die, I'm a represent the tank,
A colonel's any nigga in the ghetto makin bank
Gats cocked for hatas, suckas can't fade us
Got niggaz representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas
Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California
Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma
Texas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, Augusta
Niggaz rowdy, just bout that cabbage,
Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesy
Like Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemies
I be dunkin niggaz in the hood just like Stackhouse
I'm known, any nigga in the ghetto
could say "ungh!" and watch hoes pass out
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
Bitch I'm breakin bread with muthafuckin killas
And I'm slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealas
And I'm representin, No Limit to the fullest
TRU nigga till I'm dead, gimme the trigga, I'm gon pull it
Nigga pass the weed, cause I'm bout to get high
And hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna die
We be No Limit niggaz, and we bout it
We come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdy
Bitch, I'm TRUed up, cause I'm in it
P is the colonel, I'm the muthafuckin lieutenant
Soldiers
Chorus (2X)
[Silkk]
Ya'll don't wanna go to war
Cause I'm off the muthafuckin tank, bitch
Ya'll think ya'll could, ya'll can't hang
Bitch, I'm a tell ya as a fact, ya'll can't, bitch
Military mind, or should I say military schemes
Count my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen
Cause I'm a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier
I tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself over
Niggaz start runnin, I start bustin, niggaz be hidin and duckin
You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya
Nigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas
I'm good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles
Cause if you ain't a soldier, then you ain't shit
And if you ain't a soldier, then what's yo purpose, bitch?
Chorus (2X)
[Mystikal]
Together we make more noise than clash of the titans
Bring mo game than we fightin
I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a fuck if you like it
Keepin bitches excited, recycle hatas that trifle,
Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival
Call them people for me, I'm on fire
Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo ass get burned, don't hold me liable
We move far, can't go to war past 16 toys
You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march
I want yo respect like a direct order from ?Freestar?
Niggaz get scared when I come through, bitch, I'm expectin five stars
Bitch ??? never overload rounds to be shot
We mercenary soldiers, we can't be stopped!
Bitch, we soldiers!
(Ghetto niggaz and bitches)
Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease)
All I want to be was a soldier
(Now pass the muthafuckin weed)
Chorus (2X)

This song is dedicated to all the responsible brothers other there
Whos how love and support to their children
I'd like to say thank you
Cuz I have a very important man in my life
He means the world to me
He helped make into the strong woman I am today
I'm talkin about my Daddy
[Verse One:]
I think back to the first time I messed up
You knew that I need to be
But you couldn't chastise me
Daddy's little girl
Most precious of all
You loved me more than anything
Your real life babydoll
Bounced me on your knee
Taught me how to throw my set up
Said you ain't got no brothers
Fight dirty
Don't take nothin
Saw you bustin your butt to keep the bills paid
Saw you hustlin for extras
For more pay you made a way
And tried to keep us happy up in the house
Cuz you wasn't tryin to see
Your queen or your princess pout
Doubtin out sometimes
But you tried to hide your pain
And be a tru playa in this white man's game
Never called my mama out of her name
Showed respect
Never put your hands on her
Even when she backed you in a corner
So Iwant to say you are appreciated
And this love song is dedicated to my daddy
[Chorus: x2]
Thank you Daddy
I know that I'm blessed
To have a father like you
Cuz you've done your best
Under so much stress in the crazy world
God knows you tried
Even when they got your hands tied
[Verse Two:]
Remember when I came home seventeen and pregnant
And unexpectedly
But your disappointment never did show
You looked me in my teary eyes
Then you smiled
Put yoru arms around me
Said my baby's giving me a grandchild
Showed my boyfriend love too
Didn't come preachin or beefin
Just said you know what you gotta do
And when he didn't
You didn't rub it in
You just did his part
And tried to heal my young broken heart
I thought the things you said way back for certain
was jus to try and keep me a virgin
But with all the hurtin and the drama I been through
I wish I would have listened to you
Cuz it was all true
Daddy the man who loves me unconditionally
Thru thick and thin
You'll always stand by me (fo sho)
Daddy I love you with all my heart
You're my souljah
My hero
My shining star
Thank you
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse Three:]
I gotta give love to all the real strong brothers
Responsible daddies
Even if you're not with your baby's mothers
Your support
Your love and your time
Helps keep your children in the right frame of mind
And to the single fathers out there
Much respect
I'm a single parent too
So I know where you're at
And where you're coming from baby
But it's gonna get better
Hold your head through the stormy weather
And stand your ground firm
And all my sisters with good men at your side
It sure feels good to see the ??? family rise
I've cried joyful tears
Happy as can be
To see man woman and child
As one family
See the cards are stacked up against us y'all
So we gotta work it out
Can't let em see us fall
But most of all
Thank you God
Cuz for years I had an example of what a real man is
My daddy
[Chorus: x2]
Oh I wanna thank you for all you've done for me

[Silk talking]
Yo Kl.....what the motherfuckin deal nigga
fuck you make some shit like this for
this shit too motherfuckin hard
we just gon put this motherfuckin shit down
yo Mystikal
fuck that nigga
see I got some rowdy niggas with me
now Mystikal, tell me how you put it down
nigga what
[Mystikal]
I puts it down like my fuckin braids
I puts it down like them 7 days of the unfertilized egg
I put it down like a punk do pussy
I put it down the way a fat bitch eat chocolate chip cookies
I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME
I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he fought Rocky
I put it down like trap doors and slippery floors
put it all the way down like privates to stripper's clothes
I put it down the way you put down that shitty baby
I come to get down, but I put down on sheets of paper
they scared of it, the way I flow and how I think
I puts it down like the round out the tank
[Silk]
UHH OHH told ya'll nigga
we puttin it down
that's it no more no less
but I got Mac, Kane & Abel up next
so Mac hit em with something
tell em what they done got
[Mac]
whoaa I puts it down like them killas uptown
or like when your momma catch you suckin somethin
that you shouldn't suck clown (boy put that down)
I puts it down like a live round murder murder
or like them vegetarians do to hamburger
I puts it down like when the cops say freeze
motherfucker put that pistol down put your hands up
and drop to your knees
and when you see me lay it down
don't nobody make a sound you know
I spray it down if I catch you on my ground
I'm that nigga with that pistol
that hits you when you flex
and go to jail do 1 day and get out
cause I got connections and umm
I puts it down like the last don
soldiers get your blast on
whoaa
[Kane & Abel]
I put it down like a nigga got snuck in the chin
put it down like when the SGT holler give me 10
put it down like cement shoes when they drop in the river
put it down like my rocks when the po pos chasin a nigga
I put it down like a casket goin down 6 feet
or something like them dice when they bouncin off the street
put it down like some shit when it hit the toilet
put it down like some coke when I'm bout to boil it
put it down like babies fallin out the bed
I put it down like the soldier rag saggin on Mac head
put it down like Pippen on a fast break
put it down like freaks hittin the ground
after beat down on Jerry Springer tape
wait put it down like shells hittin the ground
when I'm bustin rounds
put it down like beats by the motherfuckin pound
KL in the 1st round
[Silk]
AHHHHHHHH
Mama Drama and Fiend up next
Nigga What
[Mia X]
I puts it down like pens and pad like Mama Drama rhymes
with the mind of nostradamus the bombest
droppin on Pearl Harbor nigga yeah that's the way I lets it go
I puts it down like Reecee at the stone show
I puts it down like four flats on the deserted row
with no gun, phone, or triple eight to save you hoes
I puts it down like mommsha's lips on satan's dick
and you love it
I puts it down like yea & glass, jars from waters bubblin
still tubblin
I puts it down like Roy Jones' opponents
lookin up at the referrees so haters you don't want none
I puts it down like sit down mothefucker be quiet
I puts it down like billy clubs smashin heads during the riot
excited cause I puts it down like that niggas hands
when his fingers got a chance to feel past my underpants
I puts it down like order in the court no doubt
and lays it down like the motherfuckin rules in mama's house
[Fiend]
I come around hype put it down like how it sound like vicious
I put my name on my game style tight like a dyke does bitches
watch me excite these bitches once they know who I be
bustin out the expedition ????????
did you see me on MTV blowin zone up in the zone
put down my # on paper because I wanna put a down on
I done clown zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones
and I put it down like Cedric fame by louisiana up in the dome
see I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when I'm bad with the toolie
puttin it down like the first fan at I'm bout it the movie
give me my tank and my duty pack a coolies and roll me a sweet

[Mia X speaking with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
Hey baby, I know you hear me
I wanna tell our story
It's painful but it has to be heard
Everybody sit back cause Mama Mia's gotta story to tell ya
And it goes a little something like this...
[Verse 1 with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
Now you and me didn't have a thing in common
Cause I was a quiet daddy's girl, music thug with no problems or drama
Ducking the laws and always facing some charge
Hustling hard and trying to stay on your guard
Oh Lord, how did we ever hook up
I'd ask myself but nothing really mattered but the feelings we felt
You hit below the belt when it came to ya niggas
But at the same time you knew the difference between biT.C.hes and sisters
I used to dig you way back, even though I played hard to get
Frustrated but at the same time your loving it
You never rushed it and put up with my teasing
And smacks to ya hands every time they start to creeping
Sneaking, out to see ya every chance I could
I knew this had to be love, because it felt good
Just to see ya do the simplest stuff like
Walk, talk, smile, even boot up, I couldn't get enough
Of being together constantly baby
The world revolved around you and me
[O'Dell & T.C.]
Oh, yes indeed, ooh, yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
Reminiscing on my first steps to womanhood
And how you kissed away my tears and fears
Then laughed cause we could almost hear
My heartbeat, legs shaking, heavy breathing
Leading up to ecstasy cause I was getting used to you being
Inside of me, moans drowning out the pains in the streets
Whispering don't leave me, ya calling ya baby
Ya old lady, ya booT.C.hie boo
Caressing and hugging and exchanging I love yous
That's why ya trusted me so much and opened up
Even told me all the things that you had closed up
Inside, took me for rides in Texas and Florida
Trying to dodge the police and most of all the coroner
My innocence was long gone
If daddy only knew that I could breakdown and cut dope on my own
He'd flip and trip out cause I counted cheese faster than a bank teller
And didn't play him short, not ever, you and me
[O'Dell & T.C.]
The world was ours, ooh
The motherfucking world was ours
[Verse 3]
Three years went by, and it was all about you and I
I heard the rumors about the others but they couldn't come close to the
Love we had and even made you a dad, a shining star
Proud, sticking out ya chest passing out cigars
Rolling hard, cash out the ass
But we have a baby now time to think about some staying plans
So-called friends are getting jealous cause we coming up
The grapevine said they talking bout running up
And I'm scared, I don't wanna see you dead
I'd rather give all this up, just to have you with us
But my pleas and cries couldn't slow ya down
I still see ya bloody body on the ground
I ain't the same, can't sleep wondering how it'd be
If we would've moved on and left this shit alone
You and me a true ghetto love story
That ended so sad and left my child without a dad
[Mia X speaking with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
This is for all the women out there
Who think that being a hustler's lady
Is nothing but champagne, material things, and money
Then again much love to the dead and all the ones they left behind
I bear witness to that
[O'Dell & T.C. singing to fade]

[Intro:]
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that bitch from the South.
Pumpin' out the N-O.
You don't want no clout.
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that bitch from the South.
[1st Verse: Mia X]
Who's 'bout to come?
Who they cleared the way for?
Who all them niggas respect?
Who got them hoes scared to flex?
Well here's a track that gets wrecked.
Who's got the industry hexed?
Well now, it's mama, full of marijuana.
Headline nigga, whatcha' whatcha' want, huh?
You can see them niggas writin' rhymes,
but don't need none, want some.
Hoes run from these here,
who gon still be the boss bitch next year?
Who ain't gotta brag cuz the realness is there?
Who be havin' muthafuckas bucked everywhere?
When you think the biggest mama,
who be on yo' fuckin' mind?
When you hear 'bout it, 'bout it,
who you waitin' for to rhyme?
Whose time is now?
Who you can't doubt?
Who's got clout?
Say my name loud.
[Bridge One x4: Mia X]
[Records Scratching]
Mia...X... When Mystikal hits the door.
[Verse Two: Mystikal]
You better hold yo' breath,
cuz I'ma leave this bitch SMOKIN', like ganja.
Not only will I run 'ya, BITCH I'LL RUN BEHIND 'YA.
I, stay sharper than yo' barbershop barber,
it's my honor, to rock it wit' the biggest mama.
I ROLLS, like hoes jaws go off from, RAW,
it's me the meat claws off.
Oh, you supposed to be balla?
It take tall props to call shots, that's bigger than bald spots,
y'all workin' off small pox.
You know, like I know, leave yo' fuckin' jaws locked,
stop worryin' 'bout niggas thats out to leave, work what
y'all got.
Believe none of what you hear, and some of what you
saw, Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think it's for?
Look we ain't yo' standard his and hers rap duo,
we cut the fuckin' fool, who try somethin' TRU.
Been bustin' ass since days of old school,
I refuse to leave this bitch without my props and the jewels.
[Bridge Two:]
When Mystikal Hits The Door,
How ya' daughter got popped
[x7]
When Mystikal Hits The Door, When Mystikal Hits The Door
[Verse Three: Both]
[Mia X]
Mama comes through this bitch, like Hurricane
Bessy, messy hoes know, chill wit that ass like
a mill.
[Mystikal] I know they knew this ain't no damn Jack and Jill,
we run this fuckin' hill, got this bitch locked down,
so tight, zipped up, shit sealed!
[Mia] Still, I gotta keep my pocketbook filled...
[Mys] And you WILL, just gotta keep my wallet on til'.
Build our nine together, watch what kinda car we build.
Nigga better find some silence fo' yo'self, stop walkin' on
STEEL.
[Mia] For real, you know we actin' plum donkey, black prince
of the South and mama Mia tag teamin' boku funky...
[Mys] Stankin' like Monkey Shit!
[Mia] On the side of Limberger...
[Mys] On top of fart rocks...
[Mia] Washed down with skunk piss.
[Mys] I don't think they heard us,
stop trippin' cuz you playin' wit' yo'self,
bitch we rappin' for the world, just say that shit to yourself.
[Mia] Intentions of wealth, who you see?
That nigga wit' the braids, and that squeaky voiced bitch,
lyrics hurtin' yo' head for days, nigga. Representin' the
South, fuck all that asshole and nasty, you gonna
gimme my clout.
[Outro:]
I represent...
Who got the clout?...

[KLC]
Hey, yo Mia!
[Mia X]
What's up
[KLC]
What you think about this beat right here
You can do something with this
[Mia X]
Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire
[KLC]
Now that's what I'm talkin' bout
I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this
You don't have none of that huh
[Mia X]
Nigga you know I got some of everything
I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is
[KLC]
That's ya beat
[Mia X]
Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you
I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown
I don't care nothing about him
You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that
No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you
You want me to make you feel extra special
Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face
My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar
Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga
So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama
[Verse 1]
See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind
Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him
Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses
When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin'
Then I position my frame of thought
Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart
I lie if I have to even cry if I have to
But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for
No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me
I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see
I took lessons from Big Vie and 67
She still got them niggas down to do whatever
I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed
And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head
Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed
Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch
Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me
After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me
Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride
My game's so tight it's unladylike
[Phone Conversation]
Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone
Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more
Take it easy
[Verse 2]
I ain't right, cause I especially
Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese
I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear
Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her
Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties
Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys
Cook the breakfast and the flowers only
He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at,
And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama
Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas
Sipping pina coladas
And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends
Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz
His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit
Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit
With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's
Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed
All my need he's trying to fulfill
Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come
It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber
Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree
Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike
[Phone Conversation]
Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say
Man just the other day I run into the law
He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig
Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back
She has been gone three months man, damn
[Verse 3]
Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got
Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock
Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions
And got you calling her all day sweatin'
Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho
Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head
To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent
Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh
You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math
Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it
Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it
The truth hurts like life's a bitch
And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit
Mama Mia, x-rated, extra hard, extra tight, extra unladylike

[Mia X]
I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
Through the dance floor
What you came for?Actin' like ain't know
That I flows,everything over ?knocks?
With the peep by the pound
And the ice cream shop
They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
And I'ma ???? flows baby,think I ain't!
You can't see even if you had a bird's eye view
Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
On and on, you know you can't resist
So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
Biggest Momma with the ?rhyme-a? and Prada
Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
Light up the room like Vegas
Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
Peelin' wit' the steel,recognize the real
Better rimes and bring skills I will
Keep it locked,word to my moms dredlocks
Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
Wit' P and the Ill Na Na,unified hip hop
Mo' chedda as long as the party don't stop
Chorus:
We don't care if the party don't stop
Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
Bangin' to the east
Shakin' it to the west
Throw it up northside
And the south gonna handle the rest
(repeat)
[Master P]
There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
36's on 55,I got money to get
It's the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
Now I'm the Big Poppa,I mean a Big Dada
I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
I got the cocoa and cream,not the kind that steam
Cause it's crispy and clean
Cristale and green,uhhhhh!
600 wit' that 28 inch will
Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
Pearl presidential wit' that big and ????
Tears on our backs but they still can't handle
Independent black owned and I'm 'bout it 'bout it
That's why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!
chorus:
[Foxy Brown]
Uhhh,you know dat na na don't fake none
Millions by the Mason
Shit,money I'ma take some
Ask P,he know that Fox gettin' nasty
Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
Hoes know I don't play that free shit
Make 'em lick my shit hard
Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
Huhh,you got to work me to hurt me
And when I'm bored fuck around on how you jerk yours
From NY to NO
Niggas know they my hoes,bringin' my doe
Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
Hunderd Benz-do,watch us work them ends though
Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
Peep this,don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you ?licked?
Ice Cream Man
[Master P]
Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
That's why the party don't stop
chorus:

[Heavy Breathing]
[Mia X]
I came to this country with my mama
Everybody called her the white girl
But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me
Cause my outer was slightly tanned
Southern folk called me a yellow gal
I've been out here in this world for a while now
Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child
You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers
So my father's true identity has yet to be discovered
Some call it A-1 soda others V-12
Doctor Tishner has been implicated
But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence
As far as my perception goes
My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful
Just ask anybody in your hood
You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress
Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
And call her out by her name
I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks
On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie
Everybody's a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance
They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me
Want to hold me and test my purity, but it's only for a moment
You see the ecstasy that I give to you
It's only temporary but quite costly
I'm bossy from your very first encounter with me
I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can't live without me
The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper
You see my skills don't pimp just the weak minded
The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me
They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me
They see me as a goddess
The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto
But don't they know, have a clue
That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them
To entice, baffle, and trap them
Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide
Well, what do you think
I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you
Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin'
On lawyers and bail bondsmen
They seize your property and worldly items
That have you caught up in this lifestyle
Material things that turn friends to foes
Woman to hoe, man to monster
Yeah nigga you've changed but so what
Cause I give you what you need I give you power
Make you feel invincible right by me
I make you feel like a big man, timer
No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are
I make the prettiest women love you
Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies
I make your relative, want to kiss your ass
Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet
They've got one hand out for money
And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy
My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man
Cause it's all about me and money, the root of all evil
The necessities of function in this society
I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting
Cause you are the man
I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales
Ménage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances
I'm bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it
I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners
So niggas nickname me crack, ain't that something
I'm the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled
Why they're HIV positive and dead
But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession
Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces
Or to spread my love to profit
You're even willing to kill and die for me
And even though my mother, the white girl
Engaged in several orgies for my creation
I still know my father, you know him too
You follow his lead, and work with him
Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue
Let's face it, you serve him faster than you do your God
We own you nigga
And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you
We own them too
So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh
I am crack, the devil's daughter
Human life, minds destroy ya
You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do
So go head on nigga, take a hit
I'ma keep putting you out on the streets
Freeze you now, help me to kill you
Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind
Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it's time
I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress
I'm the pimpstress, and I own you
I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress
And I own you, I'm trying to kill you
And I'm succeeding, yes I'm succeeding
I'm trying to kill you and I'm gon' do it
I'm gon' kill you, I'm gon' kill you

[Kenya Miller]
Angels! Ooh ooh
Angels! Ooh oh ooh angels
[Mia X (Kenya & Lawand Johnson singing in background)]
Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world
Mama's trying to do all she can to get through the tough times
Press rewind and go back to early days
And I would do it all the same way
Keep my babies, yeah I struggled
But God ain't give me more than I could handle
Sent me two angels when my life was tangled in knots
And they're all I've got
My everything so pure and sweet
Two perfect little parts of me, the heart of me
Mommie, pulled some rabbits out some hats to pay the bills
And fix ya meals, cause you both gave me the will power
To tower over obstacles in our path
And when I'm sad, ya innocence makes me laugh
So glad to have a son and a daughter, so I strive harder
To keep it tight and bring comfort in your lives
And I try not to bash ya dads and bring you in the drama
Though you both know I've been the daddy and the mama
And I'ma keep doing all I can
To make a strong black woman and man, out my angels
[Chorus: Kenya & Lawand]
Oh my angels, yeah
Mommie's angels, mommie's a-a-angels
Oh angels, mommie's angels
You're my angels, my angels, my angel child
Ooh, mommie's angels, angel, angel
You're my angel, ooh, mommie's a-a-angels, angel yeah ooh
[Verse 2]
I'm ya real model
Don't need to play no role and I don't hold, rap, or move the dramas
For the way my flowers blossom
I'ma put it down and keep it real for the both of you
Expose you to life, let you know wrong or right like
If y'all sell dope you might go to jail or get killed
If y'all use drugs y'all will destroy ya minds, lie, and steal
Lose ya self-respect, essence and ya pride
And mama won't succeed the birth of ya rise, so strive
If y'all sleep around unprotected
Expect to have a bunch of little children
All diseases that can't be cured and
If y'all quit school ya play the fool that's half steppin'
Intelligent black folks are our strongest weapon, get ya lessons
Vocal sessions on the regular, eye contact
I'm ready to take responsibility for the mine's act
So save that blame it on him, her, them for mine
I'll have to find the time to shape their little minds
They're my angels
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'ma carry y'all till y'all can carry yourselves on ya own
Hugs and kisses way after y'all grown
Help ya out when ya need but stress independence
Unconditional love, that's my life sentence, no repentence needed
This is how it's supposed to be
And I'ma keep my children close to me
Hope to be, the best mama that I can
Precious Lord please take me by my hands
And guide me with ya righteous wings
Cause I don't want my babies to regret a thing
He's my king, she's my queen
They're my world, thank you for my little boy and girl, mommie's angels
[Chorus to fade]

[Mia X]
I'm mama superior, bitches recognize
Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I"
I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped
With dums dums baby, but you don't want none
Six sons indeed, they be The Baddest
Most Criminal, Serv-On and The Camoflauge Assassin
Actin up always bullets bringin tears
But you best not say shit about my kids, or you gets did
Lit up like Christmas trees
Wanna be mommy's understand who I am, the biggest of all
Runs my household and holds down your block
Open up shop, don't make me knock
Your dick in the dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products
Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys
Yeah, we bout some funky noise
Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys, this is mama's family
[Fiend]
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click (Mama Mia)
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click
[Fiend]
With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em
And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em
Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper
Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks
Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate
Fuck the money rate when I was hungry as a Hatian
Mama may I forever stay high (fa sho), for safe keepin
Stay fiendin baby, cause I'm more devil then human being
Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing
Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning
The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more
Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor
Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone
The Pope, come get it badder Fiend, now tell me the war zone
Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam
Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend
[KLC]
I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone
Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is)
As long as she wants it to be there, bitch ass niggas beware
The spot where your standing I really wouldn't want to be there
Now see there, KL don't back down
My little brother's a pair, standin straight over there
I get respect like Elliot Ness, so how you figure
Old punk ass, broke ass, bitch ass niggas
I brings drama like you spit on my mama
And before you think to steppin best done pause like a comma
Cause I done lays niggas down flat like that
Bitch on your stomach or back
So I don't wanna hear no bullshit
About my brothers that I roll with and my brothers that I pull hoes with
Cause it's a blessing to get this ass whoopin and a lesson
Now come and get this real session
Lesson one, never fuck with my mama or brothers
Two, buckshots flyin as we burn another
To the motherfuckin three, get somewhere when I get there
To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair
Motherfuckers been in benches
I'm pushin a forty thousand dollar machine sittin on fuckin twenty inches
All paid out without a doubt
We rumble like the Bronx, and a bag that'll blow your fuckin back out
So mama I wanna get into some gangsta shit
But they don't wanna get into no gangsta shit
They all played out and they can't say shit
That's all I gotta say now mama that's it
[Kane & Abel]
Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied
Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus,
homocide grease it hotter then peppermint
Fuck scimilac, mama fi'n to jack
Mama taught me how to cook crack, if niggas bangin too then bang back
Cause that, I keep my gat close to hand,
niggas stuntin like Jackie Chan
I fill em with lead, leave em dead,
with they hand lookin like an autopan
For Christmas my list consists of nina
Two masks, two glocks with extra clips and my favorite street sweeper
Look ma, I'm bout to bang this nigga, this fuckin pussy eater
Goin up my jaws, with breakin laws
Robbin niggas out they rocks at the bus stop, leave em standin in they
drawers
Keep them hoes on all fours
Test me, you must be on them rocks like Pooky
Best learn the facts of life like Tootie
If we was in the penn nigga put it on your bootie
I used to watch cartoons while I'm breakin out keys in the backroom
At the table, boom, ten G's for little Kane, ten G's for Abel
Twin thugs down south, mama said knock you out
[Mr. Serv-On]
Congratulations, it's blood relations
Mama done gave birth to a brand new baby killer
Pass that nine rattlemiller nigga
Addicted to lead, fuck breasts, I was gun fed
Misled by Uncle Boz and Uncle Ed (family ties)
No beds so you can toss this dead bodys the smell born in hell
Mr. Bavgate, Mr. No Limit affiliate, Mr. retaliate
With a twelve gauge and a handshake
The baddest motherfucker east of the Mississippi
I'll bang ya for every letter in Kansas City
I can't spell, so Lord forgive me
Fuck goin to movies, she took me gun battles
And hid her dope in the baby rattle
Ain't no reg and nice meal and apple juice, kept my bowels loose
For my first birthday she gave a nigga a duece duece
So sincerely mama's number one, blast one for your oath of son
So now I lay me down to sleep
Fuck em, this family'll never live in peace
So if I bang one I hang one, mama's oldest son, nina
[Mac]
Dear mama, the youngest of us, bust quickly
Assassin, flashin in soldier fashion with the army action
Below the seas where the warm air breeze
Murder is desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China
Macadon put you on like reflon, them fake niggas get they rep on
I stack money like the Orientals, what's up to all them niggas that I'm kin to
To make a meal I'm bent to, mama said the rent's due
What's happenin, put them thug niggas on the map and
I represent like it's my first time rapping
What's the deal, keep it real and then real
The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses
Buckin at the ambulances to my foes
Shots to his nose, I make sho' the casket is closed
The family's tight like ham and cheese
Once again I'm camofluage yall
[Fiend]
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
May I do mine
Represent my No Limit click

Mia X is back and I came to out rap
You so, get out my face before I smack you hoe
Yeah you know respect who I am
Cause if you mess with me I'll take ya man
Well I'll take ya man right out your crib
And make him do the shit for me that he never did
So when you see us together perfing in the place
Super shocked, got the dick look on your face
Go head roll your eyes, talk some shit
But you ain't bad enough to get em up with this bitch
Now you can call me a raw man stealing hoe
But I couldn't take you nigga unless he's ready to go
You know what's up
I'm all about chin checks
Mia X gets wrecked on dumb young ??
Like you fucked the rest of your crew
Them hoes getting somewhere when I starts to shoot
I gives a damn
You know who I am
Fake bitch don't play me close
Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man
Ya fiancee your husband
The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends
And when I say I will you know I can
Don't fuck with me
Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man and bitch you got to deal with this
Its not a bet or a threat
Its a damn promise
From me to you
Think you the shit
I send him back with the news that he's pussy whipped
And packing all his shit
You thought you had that locked
But now I push his Lex truck up and down the block
Cheddar knots, ice rocks, hands get frost bite
Shopping sprees to Loisviller after just one night
Nothing nice, boss skills in the b-e-d
Close your shop once my legs spread a quarter to three
The biggest Mama sippin Mo
Still running the show
Got your man on a mission body ?? my dough
Hoe you don't know if ya coming or going
Look at you face, the jealousy's glowing
And showing, don't player hate
Get your shit tight
I flow bolo so so unladylike
On the mic think twice this bitch ain't no joke
I'll stomp your ass like a southern cockroach
For short, I'm the hoe who spoiled your wedding plan
Peep us walk hand in hand bitch
Me and your man
I'll take yo man
Ya fiancee your husband
The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends
And when I say I will you know I can
Don't fuck with me
Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man
Fucking right, just for spite
Cause you's amongst a many bitches that I do not like
But I really don't want him
That nigga just a rep hunter
I'm only doing it to get up under
Yo skin, show you that your nigga dicking
Me, talking bout the things he can do for me
Please me, spoil me rotten
The feelings that he had for you they are forgotten
While I'm plotting on the Swiss and the cheddar
The better bitch
The clever bitch that any weather shit together bitch
Handles your nigga like a rookie
Got his mind got his money
Got his face in my pussy
A licky licky
Ride him like a pony
Act a fool his dick don't get hard for you
No more whore got you with a headache
Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case
To late ya x'd out its best you understand
You ain't shit no more
I got yo man
I'll take yo man
Ya fiancee your husband
The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends
And when I say I will you know I can
Don't fuck with me
Cause I'll take yo man
Most broads have niggaz that love to hold
You be at my show on the very fisrt row
I flipped the script macked his game plan
(Biggest Mama your with this Macho Man)
Now you know I know I got your
Man, check him out you see what I mean
Tricking all this cream
Even his niggaz scream
(Go Mia its your world Go Mia its your world)
Its so easy to get involved with this sister
Ain't no ifs or buts, ask your nigga
Pussy be the bomb, cause my game is cool
Its non-speculation
Your nigga said so
Revenge is sweet, but payback's a trip
Dumb bitch, you won't know which is which
But I'll tell you this
Don't try and step to this jam
Because if you do than I'll take your
And I'll take your and I'll break your
Man

[Mia X & Mo B. Dick]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no
So much yeah, ooh
[Mia X singing]
There's so much trouble in my life
Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry
I got my rent to pay and it's overdue
Don't wanna sale my body just to make it through
You see I can't depend upon no man
To be responsible or even understand
It's just the way it is at this point and time
Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind
Me and my homegirls, we got a plan
Every night at seven we'll take things in our own hands
Now we can play around, let's make some ends
I got my hustle on cause money's my best friend
[Mia X rapping; Verse 1]
I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night
But there's so much drama goin' on in my life
These days, nights missed get you labeled naive
And commons get taking for stupidity
So I keep my guard up in this macho world
Cause everybody's running game on mama's little girl
We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas
Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up
Crying till our eyes are swollen
Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders
Want em' to hold us and tell us it's gon' be alright
Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life
I paid the price and my life is still in a damper
After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers
And don't talk about the welfare and how they knock us
Knowing that chunp change can't provide nothing proper
While the doctors give us new-age birth control
They make the swollen to skinny
Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies
While my kid's daddy slinging those Z's
But ain't doing shit for neither one of these
Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada
Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers
Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say
Oh father, why I got live this way
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick & (Mia X)]
I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way)
I don't know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way)
I don't know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way)
[Verse 2]
All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain't giving up without a fight
There's been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble
Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24-7
Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and
Letting my kids down on they birthday
Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart
Can't let it go like this
Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon
Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain't gotta bit
To do with Christ or his birth
Greedy devils give us pagan, holler
And profit off us give praise for better days
Better be ahead of what I said
Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains
Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit
But logically it tells me I'm going to jail and getting killed
Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta
Until a new day when I don't have to ask why I live this way
[Chorus] to fade

1st Verse:
A lyrical ruckus has erupted
and fucked wit' yo' manhood
When I get up and start bustin
niggas just be like *ugh*
get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit
I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit
been in this shit
My aim is to disfigure yo' style
and put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks
meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block
and KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks
Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight
just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like
No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?
Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya
Why you niggas be lyin' on records?
Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it
why y'all fakin' tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit
belongs to us, let's get straight
Chorus: Mystikal
Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia
(2 Times)
2nd Verse:
Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!!
I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride
do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so
what you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
and that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate
my brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC
and hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B
The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware
y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all
you Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it
with the gold and platinum finish
Let's get it straight
Chorus
3rd Verse:
Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit
about my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin
punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every
publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday
nigga think we can't?
Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank
I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want
but best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know
you don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant
you hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the
fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin
We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through
yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime
because you listenin
And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy
got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all
we still black owned and independent, let's get it straight!
Chorus: Both
[Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, Get it Straight!
[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...
[Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama",
you better slow down, and think about what you doin'!
[Mia X] I'm out this bitch!!!

[Big Ed]
My initial's explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies' corpse exposed
Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I'm loaded
I bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tactics
So watch your set, cause the gat's a constant threat
Bet that I won't have a problem with cueing my killers
I got G's in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelers
Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack
Nigga it ain't my body, can't believe that you asked that
T-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of ten
Got the crowds jumping
So what you wanna do, what ya thank
I have skunks that'll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stank
AR fifteens spitting shells like a elephant
Apologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hits
Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin
Me and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing
[Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), & {Mia X}]
Bring da drama, (If you got it on ya mind)
Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}
Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)
Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch}
Bring da drama nigga, (If you got it on ya mind)
Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}
Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)
Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga
[Mr. Serv-On]
Some bomb ass click for the latest, hey the greatest
I bring da drama, safe by ya mama
When you leave the house, this is what I been about
Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine
Bringing in choke lines, it's my year
Strike fear in ya place when I hit the face
Bow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your way
Mama don't shake, know I'ma stay
Lay in rest your baby done took em' to the chest
And I be the culprit
The baddest motherfucker south of Army Southern
Fuck ya life, done passed the light, that's all you saw
Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers
It's a bloody summer, gun runner
Son of a bitch quick to slit your throat
I like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goat
Now please let me lay happy as hell in the smoke
And let these motherfuckers choke
Off the lyrical, count em' days
Call the paramedics, it's an emergency
I done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On
[Mia X]
I close shop on the block, now
Tow, what you wanna do, I'm coming through
Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia
Lady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin' em'
Always got insubordinate say no you ain't no friend of Mia
You cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich either
So she wants to be a, but she's neither
Get her there, her central plans have been deviated
Tell em' why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated
She's been waiting to see the fire from a real ho
No doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouse
From el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day
Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate
Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme
And chick ya left a buck jump after second line it's my time
So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence
Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent
Soft and mama likes it hard no doubt
I ride with the tank takes shots for the south
So bring the drama nigga
[Fiend & (Mia X)]

[Chorus 1]
All niggas buy for pussy, cried for pussy
Lied for pussy, live for pussy, steal for pussy
Snuck for pussy, killed for pussy
All niggas buy for pussy, cried for pussy
Lied for pussy, live for pussy, steal for pussy
Snuck for pussy, killed for pussy
[Chorus 2]
Who's the playa, who's the pimp, who's the mack
Push em' back, we need some elbow room, we need some elbow room
Don't sweat it
Who's the playa, who's the pimp, who's the mack
Push em' back, we need some elbow room, we need some elbow room
Don't sweat it, shake that ass, nigga work that back
Nigga rock that dick, you the bitch tonight
Nigga shake that ass, nigga work that back
Nigga rock that dick, you the bitch tonight nigga
Ah yeah, here we go in the place where the big lips at
Let me see ya face, uh
Fuck you right give us what we need
I'm talkin' to the niggas with the big cheese
Two minutes, Johnny come fast
Ain't no sense in fucking yo ass
Penny pinchers, Johnny too tight
Ain't no way you gon' fuck a TRU bitch tonight
[Verse 1]
Fuck them dog ass niggas they ain't workin'
Got a nine inch dick but what's the use if you can't work it
Wanna get it licked, bitch get ya mind right
Sweaty nuts still smelling like the last fuck
Hell naw this sister ain't got ya back
When bachelor pad is more like ya mama's couch
I passed on him again like I always do
Mama Mia got the razor-sharp lyrics nigga I thought you knew
I flow through five, violent niggas everyday
Flip scripts on tricks get the stuff and yay
My way all the time nigga ain't no doubt
Keep my pussy in ya mouth even at ya mom's house
Southside she-devil biggest mama sister of blessing
One whole, making sisters noid nigga
No figures no stickers, but you can for sho' lick us
From the tits to the clit, ass crack all day
It's the same shit you niggas like to floss
Knowin' you can't live without our draws
Boss bitches ain't no time for you to be dumb
If you ain't about getting no cash nigga you ain't the one
[Mia X singing]
Boy don't you call me if you ain't lickin' and giving money
If you ain't treating, no shopping spreesin'
Paying my car out and buying me a house
Boy don't you call me if you ain't lickin' and giving money
If you ain't treating, no shopping spreesin'
Paying my car out and buying me a house
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Mia X speaking]
For real, Mama Mia putting it down for sisters worldwide
I'm still in here representing hard than a motherfucker
Raw as a dog
I gotta send a special shout out to my hometown
Where this type of music come from, the N.O.
The Big Cheese, the dressing, New Orleans
We in here, uh

[Mia X (1)]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what
Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what
[Verse 1]
The crime started off, bloody
It's about pistol whippins and kickins
Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia)
Cause you hoes gon' listen
Taught to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf
Gon' say goodbye to your health
Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don't fumble
Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble
It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank
Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank
No, I ain't 2 be trusted
When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth
And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole
My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya
Po-po's trying to find the next nigga ya kin to
Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters
My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker
Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it's on
[Chorus]
I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes
I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes
[Verse 2]
When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U
Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty
Shoot now, fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin'
When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin'
What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters
Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers
Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be
I'm choppin' down your whole family tree
Forget me not, it's too hot
Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty
Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty
Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos
And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks
Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door
Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough
Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone
Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes
If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it
Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain't to be played wit'
[Chorus (x2)]
[Mia X 1] to fade

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh, TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah, uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don Cartegena the leader.
Yeah, uh.
Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you)
Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right through)
East, west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated
I often made it through the cold stages
Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
Caucasians givin core cases
P's chase us like horse races
Battin down on all faces
Everyday it's like the same old shit
I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
Don Cartegena, Mama Mia
[Mia X]
Yeah, that's right
Chorus
[Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop]
What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say
We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4
[Snoop Dogg]
Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash
You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass
Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that
Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back
So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm one up on every motherfucker in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame
And things won't never be the same again
Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again
What's your name again, I'm the capital S
You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west
Side of the coast, east side of the beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
I got love for real nigga so what's up jigga
Chorus x4
[Mia X]
I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river
Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
Still the southern hospitality is all good
Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods
Mama Mia, the queen of the south
Who states somethin like the one in my mouth
Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die
But I'm makin merges from CA to NY
And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG
And TRU soldiers nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T
We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas
I slang the pound different but we all about the drama
Hit the enemies down
Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down
Get the ransom out this motherfucker
Love of the hood, we stay representin
Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song
Chorus x4
[Snoop Dogg]
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Same shit, same shit.
Same shit.
Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood.
>From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
To Alabama.
To motherfuckin Connecticut.
Overseas where the G's don't even speak this shit.
Same shit go down.
Niggas need to unite, get this paper.
Cause we on a mission.
Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG.
That's how we doin this shit.
Peace.

Master P talking: (Yo man you high yet?)
Chorus:
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit
Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll
No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall
Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll
No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall
[Master P]
Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap
Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped
And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace
See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit
But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers
And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer
Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame
I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game
And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history
But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause
I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me
Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama
And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas
See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry
But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here
Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year
Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means
That means that means I come to your set
with no regrets and make you a dream
See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack
I've seen niggas with a fallen ?
but they know they ain't never coming back
I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever
Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather
I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you
Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal
Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches
Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches
Chorus
[Mia X]
Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes
Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna
I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood
Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good
I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama
I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya
I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace
Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P
But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck
And we got millions of niggas riding with us
Put em up for tru playas click tight for life
And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right
Chorus: repeat to end

[Chorus: C-Murder]
Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused
Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks
It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? yall
Sort of like ???????? of thugs
To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated
Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it
Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks
See while yall gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto
I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit
One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit
Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionares and servents
Just some independant brothers that deserve it
Now don't point your finger partner, just pratice what you preach
Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me
[Chorus]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Believe me
If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake
Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why
Lil niggas took the pains they can't take
Or the troubles he left behind
Why I gotta be the vision
I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine
But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind
And time life taught me
The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't
You either goin love me or you won't
But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat
And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's
But yall ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet
The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others
I look at my mother and I watch her suffer
But we beat the bad times in uptown
And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around
We made it on our own
And turned a fucked up life into a happy home
[Chorus: C-Murder]
[Mia X]
Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own
The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born
I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied
Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries
Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom
Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb
They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones
But BeBe's kids multiply while yall tryin to plum to save your own
Label me wrong because I spit the raw real
Yall feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em
Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick
Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandelous shit
Get a grip on the way you truely live
Entertainment can't raise your little kids
Run your households
You got to mold thier minds and tell them what to look out for
Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more
[Chorus] - 2X

[Silkk talking]
Yo, I'm Silkk the Shocker, know I'm saying?
Everybody's like if they ever meet me
They'll do to me, come on, NOT!!!
But I'm looking for somebody who could teach me
Something I don't even know, for real
Know I'm saying?
[Verse 1]
[Silkk]
Yo, yo, yo, imagine this, flash my wrist
When I grab you, miss
Do everything, but if I forget something, ask me
Trying to do it til you're happy
You're a teacher, so teach me, when I make it to school
I'ma stay in detention for a while `cause I'm a thug so usually I
break a few rules
Imagine pleasure from night time, fin to get sun in
Uh huh, receiving gifts, never ever have to trip on no money
So when you need me, know where to reach me
Beep me if you wanna get freaky
I know a lot, a few things you could teach me about sex
[Chorus]
[Porsha]
Sex is something when your body is pumping, thumping
[Silkk]
Sex is something when your body is thumping
[Porsha]
Sex is something when your body is bumping, bumping
[Silkk]
Sex is something when your body is thumping
(repeat twice)
[Verse 2]
[Porsha]
Welcome to the school of professionals
We can get it soaking wet while you get us going
Anything goes when it's easy to score
There won't be a move and you can't ignore
So here's your lover, instructor today
Any questions you may have after class, I'll demonstrate
And we'll take it slow, and when it starts to drip
Just sip and let it flow
While I undress you, I caress you, show you how I test you
And along with your body, I recognize, gotdamn pretty brown eyes
Allow me to sex educate you as I roll baby all through the night
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Mia X]
Mama is the best teacher
Certified in opening wide, guaranteed to please ya
Mia, that southern diva
Keeps you hotter than grandma's heater
Be the one you call when you want your toes to curl
>From my up and down, and my round and round
But remember I'm a rodeo girl
And I fulfill your dreams, I know you know what I mean
Legs spread like 9:15
I rip this thing so mean, bout it bout it, no doubt
Have you sweating like a Jane Fonda workout
Put the lights out, we done had enough mirror time
Now we bout to get down and dirty
Deeper, daddy, harder, do your thing `cause it don't hurt me
Work me and I'ma work you, put my lips on that thing too
Deepthroat and never ever ever choking
Make you swear you're seeing stars boo
We ain't through, it's a all night thing
Just ride thin til the cops come knocking
Like that, I don't take no slack
I am to please, and all my students come back
[Chorus]
[Silkk talking]
Know I'm saying, the only thing you could teach me must be sex
Huh, well, let's get class on and go to work
A'ight

[O'Dell]
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
[Spade]
My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe
So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist
I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me
I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me
We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression
Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin
It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times
Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime
But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness
That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage
[Dolliolie/(O'Dell)]
Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto
But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol
[Chorus]
Ghetto living
(Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong)
Ghetto living
(I been tryin a find a better way for so long) [x2]
[Valerio]
Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars
We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars
Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had
Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks
My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid
I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted
This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players
I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers
That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga
I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield
I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives
Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live
[Dolliolie/O'Dell]
[Chorus x2]
[Mia X]
This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya
I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block
My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed
Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors
With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes
They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it
I pity all them babies born from crack mama's
But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta
Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
My best friend, my cousin and my man died
Or should I say was murdered
I know you heard the same stories before
We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill
This still life got us dying so young
Precious Lord let the new day come
Uh, come on
Cause ain't no winning when your living like that
It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap
[Dolliolie/O'Dell]

Dear Jill
I've been trying to do my thing
Since you've been away
But I think about you everyday
It's still hard
I'm still bitter
Still missin you sister
I pour out a little liquor
Spray your favorite perfume
We hit the blunt now and then
Bust out laughin and chokin
Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin
Your mom is coping, but it's so rough
I can see it in her eyes
I can't stand to be around her too long
She makes me wanna cry
Why do God sometimes take away the good ones
That's the big question that's got everybody stressin
Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers
Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters
It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays
We try to keep busy, taking extra work days
My hurt days is when I go to ???
Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with
I really get sick
When I think about that dirty nigga
But mentally I know he's gettin his
That makes me sleep better
I'm never gonna let your memory die
Even though a big part of me died when you left us
I bought my moms a house
The kids are gettin so big
Even got me a man and all
We call him Hotboy
Our kinda nigga
Thugged out, slugged up
Bad temper known for tearin shit up
He treats me nice though
But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard
To stay on the right track and stay on guard
Lord knows that I love you, my friend
And I'ma end this until we meet again
I miss you, Jill
[Chorus: x4]
Fallen, fallen angels
I can't believe that you are gone

[Crooked Eye]
Bullets rain as we killers post it up and took aim
Sellin dope, low and high, didn't notice he came
We was all strapped slippin, didn't see he was there
By the time I realized, bullets was hittin the air
Just then my nigga whole neck got hit
Saw he dropped and I knew we was in some gangsta shit
He was professional, see my nigga kept on his vest
Word was the killer was paid to put him to rest
Bustin rounds, bustin back, tryin to empty the clip
Tryin to move fast to save him, I knew he was hit
Everybody at the scene who swore they was hard
Had a strap deemin to bust, or squeeze out a far
[Billy Bavgate]
Ten figure niggas whippin gats and bezzles
Bavgate still ridin like a rebel
Bitches wasn't ready when the drama came
Or Bavgate down to die for the Mama mayn
I'm still heavy in the game, I'm the king of the Oak
It's still the same cause the rap game is like the dope game
I'm smokin a taylor, strapped down with my kaylor
I walked up and dumped on the haters, you suckas can't fade us
They mad cause we famous, money didn't change us
Ghost Town, 7th ward, we armed and dangerous
I'm thugged out with one in the chamber
If you disrespect No Limit I'm a bang ya
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
Now tell me
Nigga would you ride or run
Would you crack under pressure when that drama come
(Drama)
Tell me would you live or die
When them choppers start to split and that hot shit fly
(Drama) [x2]
[Mia X]
Motherfuckers aint never gotta ask if I ride or run
I'm Mia X, alias biggest mama two guns
I done everything under the sun, been through it
I'm TRU to it, fuck who it gotta be
When the drama's goin down and I'm slightly affiliated
Bitches gotta get eliminated off top
When pressure drops I remain a hard knock
Bitch from off the block where everybody got they shit cocked
I rock that icy shit and roll with cut throats
Ghetto wise guys, Billy Bav and Crooked Eyes
Got to be a sad song blastin shit
For that No Limit click mama smashin shit
[Big Ed]
When drama came she sat beside me so I said fuck it
Whispered murder murder in my ear so I jumped in the bucket
Drama had a street sweeper and choppers and split em
Then she passed me them things and said let's get em (uh oh, ohhh)
Is all you hear nigga before I click clackin
Drama passed me the A-R with the full metal jacket
Kick the door off the brackets, drama took me in
Niggas know when I'm comin they see my dogs, ???
Drama taught me how to kill a nigga with fear
Bitch niggas shouldn't be here (Uh oh, ohhh)
Soldiers at war get the gats and bust
Big Ed brought the drama and in drama I trust
[Crooked Eye]

[KLC]
Hey, yo Mia!
[Mia X]
What's up
[KLC]
What you think about this beat right here
You can do something with this
[Mia X]
Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire
[KLC]
Now that's what I'm talkin' bout
I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this
You don't have none of that huh
[Mia X]
Nigga you know I got some of everything
I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is
[KLC]
That's ya beat
[Mia X]
Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you
I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown
I don't care nothing about him
You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that
No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you
You want me to make you feel extra special
Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face
My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar
Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga
So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama
[Verse 1]
See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind
Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him
Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses
When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin'
Then I position my frame of thought
Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart
I lie if I have to even cry if I have to
But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for
No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me
I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see
I took lessons from Big Vie and 67
She still got them niggas down to do whatever
I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed
And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head
Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed
Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch
Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me
After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me
Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride
My game's so tight it's unladylike
[Phone Conversation]
Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone
Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more
Take it easy
[Verse 2]
I ain't right, cause I especially
Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese
I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear
Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her
Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties
Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys
Cook the breakfast and the flowers only
He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at,
And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama
Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas
Sipping pina coladas
And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends
Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz
His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit
Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit
With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's
Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed
All my need he's trying to fulfill
Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come
It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber
Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree
Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike
[Phone Conversation]
Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say
Man just the other day I run into the law
He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig
Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back
She has been gone three months man, damn
[Verse 3]
Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got
Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock
Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions
And got you calling her all day sweatin'
Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho
Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head
To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent
Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh
You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math
Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it
Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it
The truth hurts like life's a bitch
And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit

damn, this shit is cold
no matter how hard you try to come up
there's always a motherfucker who got their foot in your back
these days a few motherfuckers
i mean there's more haters than soldiers and playas
trying to understand whats going on
niggas trippin, white folks slithereing around
I pitty all them sad motherfuckers
who you trying to see bitch
acting like you know me
you don't even wanta run up on this biggest mama don-es
push the bomber shit out the back door
crack, china and herb headed straight to the suburb
ain't nothin changed but the route my Legend takes
to shake the crooks that's out to to stick me for my papes
I hate to make my hollow tips follow the red beam
but I can't let you hatas steal my dreams
I'm duckin sireens, daily
cause crooked officers is known to take your
cheddar cheese right up off of you
I'm warning ya
flamboyant niggas and bitches, high-sidin them illicit riches
I bear witness to the way they kicked in the front door
slam me on the floor, steel up against my temple
beatin on my man and callin us outloud names
this type of shit ain't gonna never change
it's all in the game
ghetto thang got my name ringin way in your hood
I'm paranoid but at the same time wishing you would
test me
cause you gonna get handled
your corpse will dangle from a magnolia tree
as an example, I trample the many in my life time
I aints boastin, but if you cross me
me and my niggas will be posted up, to tear shit up
straight casket stuff
nonstop cause we aint trying to hear the word enough
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
ya'll heard of No Limit
so ya'll know I'm about the power moves we pullin
dping the type of shit
that you Uncle Tom's wouldn't even think about
so nigga stay in your place
before thise Down South Hustlers invade your space and take it
we know you're hatin on us and wanta see us at the bottom
plottin at the same time the fedz is watchin
trying to catch something, but they can't
why ya'll trying to bring a jeep to war against the tank
just paint a cleaner picture about this family and you will see
mama on the throne and soldiers kissin my finky ice
nothin nice, full blown connects
seen alot of blood spilled behind my family's respect
check the rap sheets, they ain't hard to find
attempt convictions but nothin stickin
against this click
and the tru mission's almost complete
we about to have this industry at our feet
slaughter the week and shine on all you envious hoes
I'm gettin mine while you knuckleheads is chasin fools
those who got the nerve to spit viscious
yea I heard ya
but abortion is the only type of murder
you bitches can tell them niggas stop rightin your wrongs
cause real bitches speak their own mind
I pitty you and don't come unless you slangin some mine
cause we trying to dead your whole crew
I pitty
pitty is from the bottom of my heart
annialation is a promise
if you stop to mama Mia
No Limit, my TRU family
you better know this
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny
the tank won't leave any to tell about it
I pitty you and your whole crew
trying to see me and the T-R-U gorilla squad
I don't give a fuck how many
bet every penny

[Mia X & Mo B. Dick]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no
So much yeah, ooh
[Mia X singing]
There's so much trouble in my life
Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry
I got my rent to pay and it's overdue
Don't wanna sale my body just to make it through
You see I can't depend upon no man
To be responsible or even understand
It's just the way it is at this point and time
Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind
Me and my homegirls, we got a plan
Every night at seven we'll take things in our own hands
Now we can play around, let's make some ends
I got my hustle on cause money's my best friend
[Verse 1: Mia X rapping]
I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night
But there's so much drama goin' on in my life
These days, nights missed get you labeled naive
And commons get taking for stupidity
So I keep my guard up in this macho world
Cause everybody's running game on mama's little girl
We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas
Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up
Crying till our eyes are swollen
Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders
Want em' to hold us and tell us it's gon' be alright
Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life
I paid the price and my life is still in a damper
After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers
And don't talk about the welfare and how they knock us
Knowing that chunp change can't provide nothing proper
While the doctors give us new-age birth control
They make the swollen to skinny
Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies
While my kid's daddy slinging those Z's
But ain't doing shit for neither one of these
Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada
Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers
Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say
Oh father, why I got live this way
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick & (Mia X)]
I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way)
I don't know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way)
I don't know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way)
[Verse 2]
All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain't giving up without a fight
There's been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble
Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24-7
Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and
Letting my kids down on they birthday
Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart
Can't let it go like this
Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon
Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain't gotta bit
To do with Christ or his birth
Greedy devils give us pagan, holler
And profit off us give praise for better days
Better be ahead of what I said
Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains
Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit
But logically it tells me I'm going to jail and getting killed
Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta
Until a new day when I don't have to ask why I live this way

[voice]
Welcome to tha Player's Club
[bridge]
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance
Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
[chorus]
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya
I say dey wanna be pimps and playas
Real Macks make em play fo flava
[x2]
[Mia X]
Mommamia
Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers
If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash
Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game
Dont be tryin to show no luv
Nigga fuck your pocket change
See its a new day and a new situation
Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination
Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life
Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife
Keep your combo tight
And every line so smooth
[voice]
Den why u dancin den?
Im payin my way through school
A golden gurl smile
Maken dem ends and I
Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite
High maintenence bitches
Make tha world go round
But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang
Fo sho now
Have yo ho while
This lightened touch gon make u melt
Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts
[Mia X]
Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard
38 double d's got em screamin good lord
Money waivin everywhere
Gun smoke in the air
Hennesy and absolute got em wantin to go dere
Some of deze niggas gon call us hoes
But most of deze niggas gon tip us mo
Some of deze niggas gon play dat role
But all of deze niggas is good to go
Hold ya hand through tha club till tha curtains close
Been down for dis private dancin since dey opened tha door
Dont you like tha way I move
Yeah I see u startin to sweat
Thank u boo your time is up
Leavin wit his pants wet
Aint no shame in my game
Whatchu tryin to do
I bet I leave this motherfucker
Wit mo cheese den u
Push a e thats paid fo
Got a condo 2
And all dem hoes dats talkin shit
Wish dey could where my shoes
[chorus]

[Mia X speaking with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
Hey baby, I know you hear me
I wanna tell our story
It's painful but it has to be heard
Everybody sit back cause Mama Mia's gotta story to tell ya
And it goes a little something like this...
[Verse 1 with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
Now you and me didn't have a thing in common
Cause I was a quiet daddy's girl, music thug with no problems or drama
Ducking the laws and always facing some charge
Hustling hard and trying to stay on your guard
Oh Lord, how did we ever hook up
I'd ask myself but nothing really mattered but the feelings we felt
You hit below the belt when it came to ya niggas
But at the same time you knew the difference between biT.C.hes and sisters
I used to dig you way back, even though I played hard to get
Frustrated but at the same time your loving it
You never rushed it and put up with my teasing
And smacks to ya hands every time they start to creeping
Sneaking, out to see ya every chance I could
I knew this had to be love, because it felt good
Just to see ya do the simplest stuff like
Walk, talk, smile, even boot up, I couldn't get enough
Of being together constantly baby
The world revolved around you and me
[O'Dell & T.C.]
Oh, yes indeed, ooh, yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
Reminiscing on my first steps to womanhood
And how you kissed away my tears and fears
Then laughed cause we could almost hear
My heartbeat, legs shaking, heavy breathing
Leading up to ecstasy cause I was getting used to you being
Inside of me, moans drowning out the pains in the streets
Whispering don't leave me, ya calling ya baby
Ya old lady, ya booT.C.hie boo
Caressing and hugging and exchanging I love yous
That's why ya trusted me so much and opened up
Even told me all the things that you had closed up
Inside, took me for rides in Texas and Florida
Trying to dodge the police and most of all the coroner
My innocence was long gone
If daddy only knew that I could breakdown and cut dope on my own
He'd flip and trip out cause I counted cheese faster than a bank teller
And didn't play him short, not ever, you and me
[O'Dell & T.C.]
The world was ours, ooh
The motherfucking world was ours
[Verse 3]
Three years went by, and it was all about you and I
I heard the rumors about the others but they couldn't come close to the
Love we had and even made you a dad, a shining star
Proud, sticking out ya chest passing out cigars
Rolling hard, cash out the ass
But we have a baby now time to think about some staying plans
So-called friends are getting jealous cause we coming up
The grapevine said they talking bout running up
And I'm scared, I don't wanna see you dead
I'd rather give all this up, just to have you with us
But my pleas and cries couldn't slow ya down
I still see ya bloody body on the ground
I ain't the same, can't sleep wondering how it'd be
If we would've moved on and left this shit alone
You and me a true ghetto love story
That ended so sad and left my child without a dad
[Mia X speaking with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
This is for all the women out there
Who think that being a hustler's lady
Is nothing but champagne, material things, and money
Then again much love to the dead and all the ones they left behind
I bear witness to that

[1st Verse:]
A lyrical ruckus has erupted
and fucked wit' yo' manhood
When I get up and start bustin
niggas just be like *ugh*
get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit
I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit
been in this shit
My aim is to disfigure yo' style
and put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks
meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block
and KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks
Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight
just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like
No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?
Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya
Why you niggas be lyin' on records?
Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it
why y'all fakin' tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit
belongs to us, let's get straight
[Chorus: Mystikal]
Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia
[x2]
[2nd Verse:]
Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!!
I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride
do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so
what you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
and that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate
my brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC
and hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B
The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware
y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all
you Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it
with the gold and platinum finish
Let's get it straight
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse:]
Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit
about my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin
punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every
publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday
nigga think we can't?
Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank
I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want
but best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know
you don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant
you hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the
fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin
We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through
yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime
because you listenin
And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy
got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all
we still black owned and independent, let's get it straight!
[Chorus: Both]
[Mystikal]
Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her
that's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, Get it Straight!
[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...
[Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama",
you better slow down, and think about what you doin'!

Mia X is back and I came to out rap
You so, get out my face before I smack you hoe
Yeah you know respect who I am
Cause if you mess with me I'll take ya man
Well I'll take ya man right out your crib
And make him do the shit for me that he never did
So when you see us together perfing in the place
Super shocked, got the dick look on your face
Go head roll your eyes, talk some shit
But you ain't bad enough to get em up with this bitch
Now you can call me a raw man stealing hoe
But I couldn't take you nigga unless he's ready to go
You know what's up
I'm all about chin checks
Mia X gets wrecked on dumb young tacks
Like you fucked the rest of your crew
Them hoes getting somewhere when I starts to shoot
I gives a damn
You know who I am
Fake bitch don't play me close
Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man and bitch you got to deal with this
It's not a bet or a threat
It's a damn promise
From me to you
Think you the shit
I send him back with the news that he's pussy whipped
And packing all his shit
You thought you had that locked
But now I push his Lex truck up and down the block
Cheddar knots, ice rocks, hands get frost bite
Shopping sprees to Loisviller after just one night
Nothing nice, boss skills in the b-e-d
Close your shop once my legs spread a quarter to three
The biggest Mama sippin Mo
Still running the show
Got your man on a mission body? my dough
Hoe you don't know if ya coming or going
Look at you face, the jealousy's glowing
And showing, don't player hate
Get your shit tight
I flow bolo so so unladylike
On the mic think twice this bitch ain't no joke
I'll stomp your ass like a southern cockroach
For sho, I'm the hoe who spoiled your wedding plan
Peep us walk hand in hand bitch
Me and your man
I'll take yo man
Fucking right, just for spite
Cause you's amongst a many bitches that I do not like
But I really don't want him
That nigga just a rep hunter
I'm only doing it to get up under
Yo skin, show you that your nigga dicking
Me, talking bout the things he can do for me
Please me, spoil me rotten
The feelings that he had for you they are forgotten
While I'm plotting on the Swiss and the cheddar
The better bitch
The clever bitch that any weather shit together bitch
Handles your nigga like a rookie
Got his mind got his money
Got his face in my pussy
A licky licky
Ride him like a pony
Act a fool his dick don't get hard for you
No more whore got you with a headache
Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case
To late ya x'd out it's best you understand
You ain't shit no more
I got yo man
I'll take yo man
Ya fiancee your husband
The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends
And when I say I will you know I can
Don't fuck with me
Cause I'll take yo man
Most broads have niggaz that love to hoe
Yo's be at my show on the very first row
I flipped the script macked his game plan
(Biggest Mama your wish is my Command)
Now you know I know I got your
Man, check him out you see what I mean
Tricking all this cream
Even his niggaz scream
(Go Mia it's your world Go Mia it's your world)
It's so easy to make'em fall for this sister
Ain't no ifs or buts, ask your nigga
Pussy be the bomb, cause my game is cool
It's non-speculation
Your nigga said so
Revenge is sweet, but payback's a trip
Dumb bitch, you won't know which is which
But I'll tell you this
Don't try and step to this jam
Because if you do than I'll take your
And I'll take your and I'll break your

[Chorus]
Its not a day in my life that goes by
That I don't get high as the tears fill my eyes
And I scream why, did my sister have to die Lord
Take these evil plots off my mind Lord
Its not a day in my life that goes by
That I don't get high as the tears fill my eyes
And I scream why, did my sister have to die Lord
Take these evil plots off my mind Lord
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It's so hard to say goodbye to what we had, I'm still mad
I'm still bitter, no still get rid of
Pain inside me been active two years
It's like it happened yesterday and I'm consumed in tears
I feel ya near
But it's not the same, won't be the same
We can't call each other up for advice or hang
No more, nigga to that left me with some memories
Tangled with the thoughts that he bleeds, dies slowly
For sholy, my needs to see him suffer fucks with my mind
And leaves a cluster of rage and hate inside
Thou shall not kill, an eye for an eye
Turn the other cheek, you reap what you sow, which way should I go
So many times I contemplate on murder
Cause only a monster could of hurt ya, you're a ghetto flower
So every hour, minute, second of the day
I pray that turmoil haunts his whole family, till eternal sleep
From the elderly to the unborn
You cannot know how I feel till you mourn how I've mourned
It's all real, I love hard and hate with a passion
So when they took my best friend, my heart shattered and left me empty
I used to had been in love
And all my niggas trying to figure out why it's so tough for me
To love em' like I'm supposed to
But since you got killed Jill it's hard for me to get close to
Anybody who cares for me, so I been dealing with this pain by my lonely
I strongly despise, motherfuckers trying to speak your mind
Whoever knew you, with pitchfork tongues spreading rumors
This dame ain't bout shit without my sister by my side
My strength, my best friend, my pride makes me wanna ride
Jill I know you got your wings, fixed hair up in Heaven
While Michelle sings "Precious Love", it's so hard for me to let go
Because the hate has stayed in my soul and made me so cold
Even though I know she's resting now
A major part of my life was cut out, pray for me Lord
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