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master p - 1-900 master p
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint plus that ???
So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Still locin, blunted and smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me
End up in Motel 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me
Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
Chorus: repeat 2X
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we late night creep
[Master P]
Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break
Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys
Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'
Is it real, if it's not just chill
Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled
Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes
Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke
Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga flip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'
Underground King Pin, title dependant
Master P or should I say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull
And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool
And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude
And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin' with us all
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope
Chorus
[Master P]
Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California
To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas,
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina
[Silkk]
Man let me check this shit out
Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now
I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows
Kickin' it with bitches
Could be your bitch if you a real G
Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater
We can hold court in the streets
But if you my nigga little Rich
Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350
Hold me 7 of 'em nigga
I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl
Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand
'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then leave a mother fuckin' message(inhales)boom
master p - 17 reasons
Featuring King George]
car full of weed
didn't see him creep up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his beeper
left him on the ground caughin blood
pissed in the ???? then pulled the plug
2 to the dome didn't let him suffer
and like a chicken put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich gotta think quick
be about your money you can't trust a bitch
fucked in the game gettin paid dues
but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, from bodies to zags
from forties to funeral
just another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody gives a fuck
here comes a black truck
2 days later everybody cryin
and at the funeral bangers in line
here comes his mother pushin through the crowd
screamin oh my god don't killm y child
I'm in the back dressed in khakies
9 in my pocket caue P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. pushing tapes and c.d.'s
puttin in work like some Levi jeans
and when my number's called, you know I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
back on the scene
P making green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, started from the Bay
from No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, ship it across the sea
Saint get the check, King break they neck
it's all legit, like Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctor
a nigga getaway, C-Murder got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you like a bitch
mark ass niggas get the motherfuck 86
besides wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get their teeth
stick it in the ground, till it turn blue
and if a fool live he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car with a broken jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's what you saw
retaliation's a must, that's why I bust
but fool, got 17 reasons
shut you motherfuckin ass up
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
gold on my ride
4 woofers, 2 Alpines
and when the Lexus stop
hoochies wanna form lines
fiends on my shit
lookin for a hit
watchin them niggas ????
trying to get a fix
I walk with a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, gone off that donja
Master P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the Brat
P leaving suckas stuck on their back
better check his pulse, left him with his eyes open
struck him from the back, god damn watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher ship
and this was who
I'll be like Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street hustla
still independent, started from the gutter
went big time, took to the gangsta rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the fucking like of crime
the hoods gettin hectic,
the P well respected
but got to pack some heat
incase some fool test me
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a pyscho
master p - 2 way
Right about now, you are about to witness this
The sounds of Lil' Romeo, the New No Limit, and Presidential campaign
[Lil' Romeo] 2 Way me
"Hit it!"
[Chorus]
(Romeo, Romeo!) "It takes two to make a thing go right"
(Romeo, oh Romeo!) "It takes two to make it out of sight"
(Romeo, Romeo!) "It takes two to make a thing go right"
(Romeo, oh Romeo!) "It takes two to make it out of sight"
[Lil' Romeo]
I wanna rock right now
I'm Lil' Rome and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
but I'm known to rock the microphone
Call me a pretty boy, crown me the greatest
The New No Limit, y'all cant fade us
You know I'm a winner, sho' not a loser
P. Miller clothes is what I choose yea
Ladies love me, girls adore me; I mean
Even the ones that never saw me
Like the way that I rhyme at a show
The reason why, whodi I don't know; okay, yea
[Chorus]
[Lil' Romeo]
Game time hair done up, hang time
The tank shine, 2 Way on the waist line
Young hero, dress and neck below zero
I'm the best that came in the game, ask Cleo
Holla back young'n (Ooh ooh!) pop ya colla
Call me Richie Rich, I got a dog named Dollar
Custom paint, 20's on my ride
But I keep it locked down cause I'm too young to drive
I got bank rolls or pesos
So my love dont cost a thing like J-Lo
I'm a baller ma I dont play wit play-doh
You seen Cribs - so that's how we roll
[Chorus]
[Master P]
You got a mill'? Give it to the haters
Y'all get fame, we get paper
Rome be Kobe, I'll be Shaq
Come back and went double platinum back to back
Grown folks watchin,
master p - 20 on cars 26 on trucks
Chill
(Chorus 2x)
We ridin 20s on the cars and 26s on the trucks
And everybody diggin us it aint no limit to the bucks
We makin noise in the game to let em know we comin up
And haters movin out the way they know they dont wanna play wit us
(/Chorus)
(Verse 1)
We ridin (Chill) how I spit em man
Pockets holdin 50 gram
Ridin big body Impala man me and my partners man
20 inch rims keep em spinnin like a ceilin fan
Haters gold tending tryin to get me out my figures man
But they cant get the man(no) cant hit the man(no)
Even them NBA dudes cant stick the man
Women crowd around me paparazzi takin pictures man
Catch me on the line at 3-1-0 Im fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty money to stack up
And plenty burners too in case you dudes wanna act up
Play with me or my crew and we'll be pickin them gats u
And have you on yo cellie callin homies for back up
And I dont think you really want it to come this
Something for that growl whodi you betta shut ya trap
But I aint really comin huntin for no drama
I just wana hit the club and leave with yo baby mama
(/Verse 1)
**Chorus**
(Verse 2)
We ridin 20s on the Bentley 26s on the Lac truck
If the cop will stop me Im probly gone get hacked up
Cuz Im underage but never underpaid
Im makin maximum wages richie rich I got it made
They call me Romeo big game plenty dough
You cant hold me so let me go I got talent and thats for show
Ask about the kid and they'll tell you that dude can flow
And when Im done with school I be hoopin up in the pros Whoa
No Limit boys we big rimmin our cars up
Tearin malls up spendin thousands at Toys R Us
Nobody else whos in the game go as hard as us
Theres noone as large as us, you dont wanna start with us
I know more about kids than grown women
Every week they watchin my show on television
They gotta love me they know the boys winnin
The girlies keep grinnin my rims they keep spinnin
(/Verse 2)
**Chorus**
(Verse 3)
Im a tell ya like this keep ya eyes on your chick
Cuz her eyes on my wrist and these boys that Im with
The girls like me whodi I dont blame em
Im in the Guiness Book of Records for the richest entertainer
Call me the ghetto Bill Gates cuz the system cant change us
Had money and cars way before I was famous
Im in the pros but I could buy the the team
I got two made buys one blue the other green
If it aint ridin spinnas then you know I cant roll it
And if I had it over a month then I let my cousin hold it
Im the first one on Cribs with a house with gold ceilings
Gotta truck load of Bentleys cuz thats how Im livin
In the winter pull the trucks out
The summer its the drop top
P Miller on my clothes (whoa) got a million in the watch
Hey move out the way Im ready to cause havoc
Me and my soldiers be ballin why must be yo actin
I leave cats distractin stickin like magnets
Im the shorty from the Phillipines the main attraction
Rollin up in fly whips switchin every other day
No Limit girls ball like the WNBA
(/Verse3)
**Chorus**
We ridin chill
master p - 211
Hey P man
remember that shit last year you was talking bout that
bloody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit
Verse 1
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
Sonya C:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bitch
So don't be talking that fucking Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese
Master P:
Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be some fucking more shit
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads
Sonya C:
Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese
Master P:
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit
(Chorus)
A motherfucking 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store
Verse 2
I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up
?? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
But I can't cause I got too many fucking bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
Played it cool bought a snapple man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hold on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the P don't take no shit
But this arab started following me
like I was gone steal some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
Drop your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
lets play a little fucking game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bitch looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump
And I'm off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags
(Chorus)
-Alright you inmate double o 652
get your ass back in that cell boy
-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay
but you don't always get away
master p - 6 n tha mornin
[Verse One:]
6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape
Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Two:]
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill
She started actin silly, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit
As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Three:]
Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say Wus up to Ice-T
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop's all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I told y'all we're no limit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
master p - 99 ways to die
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest
Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya
See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang
Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man
And if a fool live he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope
I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked
[Chorus]
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
99 ways to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to stay alive
[Master P]
Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce
Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few
23rd street, I'm posted in the cut
Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves
Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ???
Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with automatics
5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya
No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead
When people straight clip three bullets to your head
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat
I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette
O.G. but it's time for me to put in work
I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt
King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep
Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police
It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi
Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me
Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture
??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya
Cause it's slaughter in the dope game
Have you ever held the hands of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't sleep though
And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo
You gotta stay strapped
Ain't no time to blank
Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank
Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends
The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case
Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and that's real
And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled
[Chorus
master p - a 2nd chance
[C-Murder]
How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life,
at their dreams? not many, huh
Started off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
probation for 10 years don't mean you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel
this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the game is wicked
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang with
huh, but I remember what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit me
cuz I'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a hundred G's with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast money fast bitches is what I live for
until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
they thought I was dead but I'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no limit
(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
[Master P]
Tattoo hennessy and weed
grew up in the project with killers and G's
the Last Don is known for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd ward Caliope where we hangin'
ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme
this game is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don't p
master p - a woman
(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war
Was able to maintain the struggle
(More than a woman to me)
Oh yeah this for all them thug girls out there
[Verse 1]
She that gangsta type, love to fight
Rode motorbikes, wodie shit, do it all night
Feel the fall, she a killa dawg
Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dawg
It's a cold game, I mean she used cold names
Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man
She be iced out, creepin when the lights out
Be a Queen to the King I mean a right spouse
Project chick, but when you see her she be playa
Thuggin on da block but in bed she be nasty
I'm lovin that, I mean I'm huggin that
Put 10 karats on her finger other bitches muggin that
Rolls 600, tats on stomach
Ain't no stuntin, but love gettin money
Down for whateva, thug til the end
From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the penn
Ya heard me
[Chorus - 2x]
More than a woman... (Holla when ya need me!)
More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me!)
[Verse 2]
I call her baby boo, I'm one she two
Rich or po', we gon' stick like glue
Go to war wit her, jump in a car wit her
Wifey material I mean my nigga
Mean my lady, drive me crazy
Like Rolls-y Ms. Bently, or Sadie
Don't creep wit her, gotta sleep wit her
I mean I love her too much to draw the heat wit her
Keep it reala, love scrilla
Thug figga, hustler, real gold getta
Made misses, iced out riches
Love kisses, went to the penn the first to visit
[Chorus x3]
master p - act a fool
[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a fool (what!)
[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those bitches know
Still fuckin with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still fucking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 t
master p - after dollars, no cents
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya),
I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall
Chorus:
After Dollars, No Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Tryna Pay Tha Rent.
(x2)
I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies,
freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz
born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry.
Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South
keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they
gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in
tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga
ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2
get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with abulletproof.
Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU.
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in
tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it,
& if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born
a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but
killaz don't talk.
Chorus (x2)
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us
on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha
video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These
streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo'
tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we...
Chorus (x2)
Silkk
After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put
it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done
sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n
rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always
had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act
like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em
fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why
ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga
runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a
trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44'
& I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no.
365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must,
everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez.
It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta
do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard tha dope.
Master P
You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!!
master p - ain t nothing changed
[D.I.G.]
This for the motherfuckin haters, ya heard me?
Who always told me we was never gon' amount to shit
I got somethin for that ass, ya heard me?
Fuck y'all, I'm on my way to the top nigga
[Master P]
Nigga No Limit ain't hard to find, ya heard me?
Ain't nuttin changed but our bank account
Hah hahhhh..
[Chorus: D.I.G. (repeat 2X)]
This is for them niggaz want war - who underestimated
Never thought that we would make it this far
Yo this is for them thug niggaz
Yo this is for them bud hitters, and them motherfuckin drug dealers
[Verse One: D.I.G.]
Whassup nigga? How's life been treatin you?
Remember me? I'm the nigga used to hang in your crew
The one you used to hate, used to knock and laugh in my face
And always said in rappin I don't have what it take
But look at me now, puttin the rap game on lock
Yeah nigga it's me, the same nigga off the block
Don't trip, I'm just here to let you know what's goin on
and that life is good for a nigga who started small
But it's funny how I'm lovin the money as it keeps comin
I remember y'all sayin I wasn't gon' amount to nuttin
So stop stuntin, cause I ain't with that huntin and frontin
I'm the same ol' nigga, still thuggin
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Master P]
How ya like me now thugs I made it out the brick
Member I was broke nigga, picture me rich
Still hangin with my soldiers, still blowin doja
We MADE MEN but still knock some haters off the shoulder
You can +Hate Me Now+ I did a song with Nas
A couple of niggaz came up when I fuckin retired
But I'm back nigga, and you know I'm the best
Cause I can walk through rain and - don't get wet
Y'all phony niggaz try to look like us and try to be me
Nigga talk shit when I ain't around fool HOLLA WHEN YOU SEE ME
Y'all little soldiers just be yourself niggaz, fuck stuntin
If you ain't gotta go get it never put bitches over money
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Magic]
I told you motherfuckers I was sick of this shit
I'm comin up - I know you bought Thuggin bitch
I got a lotta niggaz scared in this game
You got the right to fear me - cause I'm comin for your fame
I used to BEG you niggaz, man give me a verse
Now you got the dick look because the shit done reversed
Now I'm the fuckin star, I know you hear my anger
You don't wanna go to war with this 9th Ward strangler
Motherfuckers left me on the corner for the dead
I wouldn't help you cocksuckers if you gave me some head
What goes around comes around motherfucker
If you want me come and get me FEEL THE WRATH of my blaka blaka
[Chorus]
master p - akickdoe
[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch
[chorus x4]
I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix your lip
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm deadly like Freddy
I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[chorus till fade]
master p - always come back to you
[Chorus:]
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever
[Chorus:]
We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on Tupac
Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy E died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone
[Chorus:]
master p - always look a man in the eyes
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
-You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
when he look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Verse 1 (Master P)
I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ??
Besides them g's, I'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That I could go gold
platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
(Chorus x3)
Verse 2 (Mystikal)
Nigga tell me what you gone do
its just me and you, you and I
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
tell your fucking boys don't move
cause like a rug I got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
if you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's I just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up
(Chorus x3)
Verse 3 (Silkk)
Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am I
Silkk the Shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see I be counting money like a machine
No how I'm saying I got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for 18
You know what I'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
you know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but I still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how I'm saying, 4 g's and I run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until I done it
And its cool I gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way I gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him
(Chorus)
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