unknown

Man, somethin ain't right
You just get p on the phone

C'mon..

[silkk]
Yo, 2000 nigga (2000 nigga)
3 strikes (next millenium)
No limit, thugged out silkk the shocker what?
Let me tell y'all somethin (what, what, what?)

Let me tell you why i'm a rich nigga
Cause i don't fuck a bitch, nigga plus i flip quicker
(??) is what i have, but i can some account me six figures
And then, y'all niggaz do the math
If it was the first time i'd try it again
Brought checks that can buy me a benz
And for the rumors i'ma cut it short right now, look
Me and mine, we just friends
I'm silkk, the, shocker, call me shocker for short
You can catch me thuggin the west coast
Either catch me, shop in new york
Either poppin the cork on the cristal
And then let a thug, diss while a nigga banked up
Summertime tanked up, shit
Wintertime, minked up
Be drivin a ferrari with a tan cover
Niggaz screamin fuck you cowards, (?) in nine-nine
For two-thousand shit the same color
When i come through i come through rowdy (rowdy)
When i come through i come through bout it (bout it)
When i come through by the ones, i be comin through
By the thousands, nigga better back up
Deal with a jack, now keep the money where the tank at
And when ya hate y'all (?) to hate me,
Kinda like expect that
See all it take for me to flex the trigger
Is when dollars involved gotta x a nigga
Because it's like, "money cash hoes" like dmx and jigga

Chorus: silkk the shocker

Where my niggaz at? where dey at, where dey at?
Yo where my wodies at? where dey at, where dey at?
Yo where my niggaz at? (right here, right here)
Yo where my wodies at? ..
Someone tell these wodies niggaz (bring it on, take it on)
Someone tell these niggaz wodie ..
Where dey at? where dey at? where dey at? where dey at?
Where dey at? where dey at? where dey at? right here

[silkk]
I pull up in the car thumpin, pull up in the car bumpin
Pull up like a star or somethin
These niggaz think they ballin? niggaz ain't really saw nuttin
Hopped out, tipped the valet a, hundred dollars
Walked up to the bar where you sell most expensive champagne
Look here, i want a hundred bottles
Dranks on me, that's for me and my crew, true
Shit, ball til you fall
You know how, no limit, niggaz do
Seen a woman told her don't even trip on money
Cause i got more than i can spend
When the time is right tonight,
I'm tryin to be more than just friends, ya heard?
Niggaz don't wanna ball, niggaz small time
We got five carats and up in cut
Put that shit up what y'all got them little small diamond shit
Either i'm, half broke or i'm half rich
Niggaz mad at me or they just mad at this
Niggaz ain't give a fuck when niggaz ain't really have shit
Don't holla holla mayne

What? c'mon, c'mon, what what?
What? what? what what?
C'mon, what?
Yo, yo, c'mon what what?
Huh what? huh what? huh what?
Check it out..

Now i don't do it for no mills
And i don't do it for no deals
I do it for my fans, i keep it real
And i could give a fuck how a nigga feel
And i changed my attitude the fo'-fo' got a little mo' quicker
Ain't nuttin changed buy my flow got a, little mo' sicker
Cause i got a little older, shit, got a gotta little mo' richer
Ain't nuttin changed about the fame
Up at my shows i gotta, just sign mo' pictures
Just some real niggaz, and we ridin can you feel it?
We some real niggaz, holla back if you hear me nigga
Bouncin this, all my niggaz bouncin shit
Smoke an ounce to this
I could care less where y'all niggaz at
C'mon and bounce to this

Yeah, p don't want me to do it like this
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah

P don't want you to do it like that

Yeeeeeeeeeeeah
Where y'all niggaz from?
Where you from, where you from, where you at, where you from
Where you at, where you from, where you at.. shit
East coast, where you from, where you at?
Nigga west coast, where you from, where you at?
Nigga down south, where you from, where you at?
Nigga up north, where you from, where you at?
Silkk the shocker nigga, platinum shit
Fuck that, i ain't playin
Never fall off, i just change with the times
I used to like these niggaz man, i changed my mind

uh-huh, yo let me get some of that man
Look, i think i can fuck something
I'm tryin' to find out what's up with you
See, for real
What-what

[chorus]
Seem like a thug to me
You know i like what i see
Can you see yourself creepin' with a girl like me
I like it rough on the hush so nobody won't see
[repeat]

[verse 1]
You say you like it thuggish
I'm as thug as it gets
I see you checkin' me out when i pull up with the clique
I seen the others but i'm like yo what's up with this chick
Sized you up by the slightest ? touchin' yo hips
See that's my big brother yep i learned the game from him
So whatever i give to you look the same to yo friend
You know i stay thugged out the second i came in
Meet me again you could but look the chance is slim
And if you got a problem with yo man
We can put the gat to him
Got a boyfriend tonight
If it's done right then you won't go back to him
See i knew you was tryin' to find where the dollars at
If you feel how i feel and it's real then holla back

[erica fox]
Boy i want you
I'm diggin' on yo thugged out style
You know you got it
Up in the club drivin' me wild
Boy i gotta have it
So you can tell me what's up for tonight baby
But keep it on the hush

[chorus]

[verse 2]
[girl] why you clockin' me?
[silkk] look like you jockin' me
[girl] why you jockin' me?
[silkk] look like you watchin' me
Why you sweatin' me?
Look like you hot to me
Tell you like this
Once i start ain't no stoppin'
We start this thang off by a shoppin' spree
You still be messin' with them lame girls if not for me
You know i'm the type to attract drama
And i'm probably not the type you can bring home to mama
But look i told ya
It's no limit
Girl i'm a soldier
So roll with it
Fuckin' with you so look hit me up
Here's my number on the under later i'm pickin' you up
For real

[chorus 2x's]

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For i show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 1:]
Popping wit terror take it straight to guns
Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try and count my ones
Over here cross me our hollow wall is young
For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now i'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows
I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
And what i hop in, it's my option
To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For i show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 2:]
Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag baby
You come short, i'm a bust your head baby
They name a dope man whodi
Yeah that's me, i'm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3
Give me an ounce and i'ma flip it to a brick figga
You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga
Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga
So here's a glock for your chest i mean your tits trigga

Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine
I be the richest young soldier in this rap game
All my money come in armor trucks
More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck
You wasn't work, when i was local playa
I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified
Then let me lose after i reveal thuggin with p
It's no limit till i die y'all can't get with me

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For i show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 3:]
I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic
Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
Just to make money off tha street na, i make it off the beat
Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach
Talking shit i'ma big spinner so i don't really talk to much
Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
See i love my fans but i don't love them haters
I don't really like the fame much dog
But i show love to paper uh-huh
I want something bigger cause i love the dough
Niggas talk shit, shaq's out
Leave them looking like mugsy bogues
Zoom zoom, 1100's i still ride it slow
Not the type that's gonna floss
But i ain't gonna hide it though
Learn the game from my big brother
C-e-o now, made man, shocker well..c-e-o sounds
We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball
You know what's up what us
Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For i show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[master p]
Damn. i never thought i'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
Like bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
Who died p, i guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
Sort of like the tlc video, "waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
Now me and silkk got to ride
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me and say, "boy, watch yoself!"
But i can't trip, mama, cause i live for myself
And if i die on the streets, then it's my time to go
But if i live to see another day, another funeral
It's sad, i look into they eyes
Damn, everybody's got to die
But one day, i guess we gon to wake up
When they puttin me in that black truck
It could be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like jesse james
I still question god for callin my homie name

Chorus i (2x): why my homie had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry

[silkk]
Now when my grandfather died, i was like 5, it never really touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
Belive me, i be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
Through all the strivin and strugglin i try to stay hard
But look at mr. president in the white house tryin to play god
Put us all in one big ole boat
They call it housin projects, i call it one big ghetto

Damn. looks like the statue of liberty is cryin
I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

Chorus i (2x)

[c-murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in
They say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground
But i can't forget how my brotha went down
An eye for an eye, another must lose his life
Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty dance
Sometimes i sit and remenisce about the old days
Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
When i daydream, sometimes i gots to drink
Close my eyes and then i see my fuckin brother again
And when i wake up i'm hit by reality
Realizin, it was just a memory
Cause everybody put us down for bein drug dealas
But i say fuck em, and rest in peace kevin miller

Chorus ii (2x): why my brother had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry
Why my homie had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry

(why my homie had to die) huh, ya'll niggaz betta wake up, and realize,
This muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
Niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
Funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
People gotta die (why my brother had to die) and to all them muthafuckin
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
Crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. cause i know ya'll got them
Muthafuckin earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
(i told ya kevin, nigga) herbin on this silkk the shocker shit. cause ya'll
Know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga done shocked the world
(nigga yo brother done did this shit) ya'll niggaz feel this shit,
Everywhere (silkk, me and c) all cross the muthafuckin boulder (tru, nigga)
Ya'll niggaz feel this shit (no limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, i told
You we was gon take over this rap shit, nigga) i know you wearin that tatoo
Up there, fool. (lettin it be known) me, silkk and c (yeah, we down here
Handlin our business) down here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
Sippin on mo wet (???, fool) toastin to you fool. huh, we done took over
This rap game nigga. let them niggaz up there know what's happenin.

[chorus:(repeat twice)]
[mac]
Now when i step on the set
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit the baggates
They say he dad that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that.

[mac]
I got a house with a pool in the back
And every girl i used to know she tryin' to do it wit mac
And even the ones with them big ol' butts
They become sluts when a nigga ball
Feelin' small cause my middle finger at y'all
Can i ball?, let me take y'all niggas back in '96
When i was two seconds from robbing niggas for they shit
Bustin' niggas in they shit
Privileges from me and my niggas,
Til this day ain't nobody seein' my niggas.
There was a line between the real and the fake
But it's gotten thinner, everybody's a pretender
Even people i'm kind ta',
Bitches in my hood yellin', "where them dollars at?"
"bitch get's yours!" is what i holler back, cause i'ma mack
Hey, yo mr big paper, you wanna get wit that, don't you?
You ol' dog, always take the girls how much i called you
How i be jockin you,
But you don't be telling them hoes how i be knocking you
Get in them pants and give it to my naggas to

[chorus:(repeat twice)]
Now when i step on the set
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit them baggetes
They say he did that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that

[silkk the shocker]
When i roll up in the stretch, they be like "he did that"
You know there's money involved, we gotta flip that
Tell whodi in the back, i'm tryin' to get that
I'm tryin' to do something to see if she's wit that
So won't you wobble wobble
And watch her shake it shake it
Then drop it drop it, then break it break it
Then i whisper in her ear and tell her what i'm trying to do
Cause i'm a thug girl, even though chicks might find me cute
Fate, i doubt that, me and my soldiers about that
We cock locks and drop the top and hop up out that
Catch me ridin' up in a 4 door bentley
This chrome look good on 19 but even better on 20's
Tattooed up, this is my click and we a bunch of fools
Boy ya'll gone floss with your lil' jewels,
We make y'all put y'all jewels up(bling bling)
Lil' tigger we gon bent that
Them call for small for me and my dogs
Them boys goin' to stretch that.

[chorus:(repeat twice)]
Now when he steps on the six
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit them baggets
They say he did that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that

I need money (money), mo money.
Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money.
Money, money, look nothing move but the money.
Money, money, that's all i want, that's all i want.
I want it look.

You found me where the papers at, where the capers at
I don't ask for a motherfucking thing, i take the scratch
Look i, franchise wearing, a franchise wrist
I'm franchise look, i need a franchise chick
She ain't gotta be tight, she ain't gotta be that rich
She just like i tell the other bitches that my nigga's the shit
Black on black, step out the house
With a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black
Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact nigga i always stay strapped
It's the game plan, i gotta win, i can't afford to lose
I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes
You know me, the nigga with the six four frame
With a six four cock back and hit your brain
You know the ceo nigga, ya'll done seen before nigga
See me get dope and don't tell a popo nigga
I don't give a fuck, i hate ya'll type
Yeah i might know ya but we ain't nothing alike

(chorus)
Now nothing move but the money, that's all i want
Nothing move but the money nigga, that's all i want
Nothing move but the money, that's all i want
I'm on top cause i do what ya'll niggas don't, look

Catch me playing ball with shaq, and points from real how to act
I did a shootin' range, shoot the mack, when i bust for me to shoot back
See i'm nigga put the game that's why i'm on top
I can sit eight seasons cold even when it's hot
Come on drop the top for my impala and shit
Nigga i'm out to get paper spit some dollars and shit
See how many ya'll niggas could follow this shit
I got an attitude fuck the whole world, i gotta get rich
Ahh, and cap niggas screaming shit, niggas gleaming the wrist
You seen the six, seen his wrist, nigga you seen his chick
This shit that ya'll spittin', it's meaningless
Everything ya'll claim you did, i done it
And if i got, man fuck ya'll nigga, i'm a flaunt it
And if i don't got it i motherfucking want it
Bitch i sold keys, i smoke weed at pe i got blunted
Fuck the hatin', i pull off that paper shit
Gotta love me or either motherfucking hate me bitch
Gotta hate my flow, nigga hate that i got dough
And if i spend it all bitch i can make some more

(chorus)

Keep it hot, i keep it locked, guns i keep it cocked
Runnin' on the shop like i runnin' on the block
Keep one up in the top, like one up in the drop
Spit till i spit, can't spit no more it don't stop
Like i live fast, i'm addicted to cash
Ain't a thief but sometimes i just forget to ask
I like say what the fuck i feel, nigga do what i want
If you don't like it, fuck, fine, nigga we can take it to the trunk
And i get the spittin' in your brand new six
Spittin' if you even with your motherfucking chick
Spittin' if you with you motherfucking click
But fuck it i'm just spittin, i'm just spittin the spit
Fuck it thick, yeah nigga what
Fuck that, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, i told yall
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like pras and shit
I got my idles so fuck it, i buy that shit
You only live once so like i floss my shit
Give to the poor, a nigga like floss on a wrist
Yeah i got a few dollars but i don't even spend it no more
I'm trying to save up, for what, so i can buy the ghetto
I'm out to get money nigga
Mo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the motherfucking money

(chorus)

Gotta get yall money nigga.
Nothin move but the money.
Everything else is irrelivant.
Nigga yall gotta be willing to get what yall want nigga.
By any means.
No limit nigga.
9-8, 9-9, 2 g nigga, whatever.
I'm out to get mine.
Oughta get yours.
Silkk the shocker live in this motherfucker.
I'm out.

[s] ohhhhhh
[m] uh-ohh!
[s] uh-huh, y'all ready?
[m] [door open sound]
[s] uh-huh, i don't think so
[m] this.. is.. mystikal!
[s] uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah c'mon
[m] the burnin inferno!
[s] uh-huh
[m] here poppin with the colonel; master p!
[s] shocker!
[m] at ease soldier
[s] one-two.. [can't make out].. soldiers!

[chorus: mystikal + silkk]
[m] when you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] when you see the tank swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[m] when you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] when you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[mystikal]
I keep my motherfuckin fists balled up
In case a motherfucker tryin to start somethin
You done did a little ginseng gotcha little dick hard
Now you like hoffa
Think you gon' jump in the ring
Go pound for pound with the knockout kings
No shit like that ain't gonna happen
Them niggaz down here can't touch what i bring
First time you heard the do' open
And you heard that [open sound] you know that's me
And you bust ya rap
Hit the mat you'll be on your back like one, two, three
Them niggaz know i come off the top rope
Leave you knocked out with you mouth open
And they gon' have to take your ass home
Leave you in a hot tub soakin
Balls bangin! you know ours swingin
I aint got to tell you nigga
Don't bother to go there you don't know who you fuckin with
I'm the flow-spitter, natural born go-getter
This is for the hustlers, ballers, cake dealers

[chorus: mystikal + silkk]
[m] when you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] and when you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[m] when you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] and when you see them bandanas
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[silkk]
Uh-ohh, look
It's only right, it's on tonight
When i'm on the mic; they know when to fight
When i drop, they known to bite
.. uh-huh, this is freestyle but look
Y'all can just go on and write
This is 504 livin, y'all know what it's like
That's them boyz, you see us roll up on them bikes
Chop-chop, just, like it was timber
We make it hot like july or either cold like december
(ohhhh) ain't my fault, i'm hot and i can still spit it this cool
Ain't my fault your girl tatted my name, get it removed
If you lookin.. then you know we ain't duckin
You know my face it ain't like my tank gon' be tucked in

[chorus: mystikal + silkk]
[m] when you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] when you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[m] when you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[s] when you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[silkk]
When you see us in the east (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the west (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the south (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the north (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)
When we deep up in the streets
Want y'all to say (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)

Can somebody tell 'em, i was only kidding?
I was only kidding!