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1. _ Bout Dat
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2. _ Bout It Bout It II
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3. _ We Riders
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4. _ Back Up off Me
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, n****s slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n****s that sick cause we sicker
N****s slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n****s
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
N****s ain't f***in' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n****s don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You f***in' with a n**** that don't give a f*** about you
Or your b**** cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this f***in' rifle
Start blastin' at b****es motherf***er, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a n**** not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
F***in' field cats and chat
No Limit n****, real n****, who
Don't give a f*** when you dead and gone
Motherf***er you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
[Master P]
Goin' pack me with a n**** with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a f*** about chu' n****s, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But n****s they slangin' that hoo rock
But n****s they want to boo dock, that buddha
N**** a quarter, of water
But y'all n****s late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherf***ers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a f***, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
N****s not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, n****s with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the f*** why'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherf***in' head rattle
Like an ostrich, n**** you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, n****s we rowdy
Never givin' a f***, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
B**** talkin' s***, you and ya b**** I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n****s we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Master P]
N****s comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n****s a** like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but n****s they want to scatter
N****s they talkin' s***, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them n****s freeze
Don't give a f***, take off my shirt n****
No Limit on my back, back
But n****s they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherf***er how why'all gonna fade that
The real f***in' click, ain't no love for why'all dubs
N****s think we slangin' dubs
N**** we slangin' tapes to you n****s across the world
N****s that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a f*** cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck n**** you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
N****s slangin' that dope motherf***er get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
'Cause my click don't give a f*** cause they ready to shoot s***
Up but n**** you better duck n****
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
[Chorus]
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5. _ Souljas
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6. _ Make Em Say Ugh
(phone dialing phone ringing)
No Limit Studios. What's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga this Rappin 4 tay. Who is this?
Uh dis P!
P?
Yeah this P!
P?
Yeah!
Well P lemme hear ya say "Ungh!"
(voice cracking) Ungh!
Nigga this ain't no muthafuckin P!
Man hang the phone up.
Chorus: Make em say "Ungh!" (Ungh!)
N nah n nah! (n nah n nah!)
[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank
Ya'll after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches
And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong
Nigga, I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Steppin on toes, brakin niggas nose
In the projects, nigga, anything goes
Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
At ease, and salute this pass me the dolja
Chorus (3X)
[Fiend]
Fiend exercising his right of exorcism
Bustin out the expedition, fully choppin hatas
Business til about the size of prisons, our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute!
Every robbery we score, cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo money mo
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon stick em
My ungh went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em
Chorus (2X)
P gon make ya say Uuunnnggghhh!
I'm a make ya say Ahhh!
I'm not Eric B., but garauanteed to move this motherfuckin crowd
I stay on like light switches, money cause I like riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah
I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas
They want to know if I gangbang
Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas
So when we connect bitch
Better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence
You might be right
Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
To get that muthafucka to start fightin
Bitch, bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me
Be Gs knockin niggas out ??? off 3-D
Peep D, the game that I spit
No Limit soldier cross my back
I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas
I betcha I'll make ya stay back
Chorus (2X)
[Mia X]
We capitolize and monopolize on everything we see
Keep pistols drawed and cocked
We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got on billboards
The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
Want some mo?
Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama Mia
The unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin
Chorus (2X)
[Mystikal]
Hi i'm that nigga that rappers look up to
If they want to know how to do it
It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka
With the braids in his hair
Used to live on Tchopitoulus
I done paid my dues, but still playin the blues
Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so, bitch, don't try
We TRU soldiers, and we don't die
We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah
All aboard, it's like a band inside
The group going hallelujah
Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Little bitch sayin he there, we there, be where?
see there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n-nah
Chorus and fade
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7. _ Goodbye to My Homies
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]
[Master P]
RIP homie RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
How do I say goodbye to what we had
The good times that made us laugh outweighted the bad
I thought we'd get to see forever
But forever's gone away
It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
y'all niggas smile for my ghetto heroes
So many homies gone trying to ball till they fall
Now I'm left with nothing but old cards
and a bunch of pictures on the wall
RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real
But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed
And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave
And I remember when you first got high
and the first time you got laid
And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do
I never imagined living life without a nigga like you
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy
And every sunday grandma go to church
she said she gotta pray for her baby
And ah, your little son, he look just like you
And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through
And ah me, see and Silk we got a little money but that don't mean shit
Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again
And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain
Keep your head up, and this for everybody
that lost a relative in the street game
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
[Silkk The Shocker]
Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you
I just sit here wonderin why
But the law of life, and god placed us here
and said everybody must die
Ended hard trying to move on but still I try
Even though we got money, judgement day
just some things we can't buy
Even though you gone, I never let you move on
Cause every time i think about you
I sit back and write your name in a song
Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt
It's kinda spooky when one day I see your face on a t-shirt
I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better
And why it take a death or a funeral to bring our family together
Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father
Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them
You'll never know whether they'll be here tomorrow
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
Chorus
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8. _ Step to Dis
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9. _ My Ghetto Heroes
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10. _ How You Do Dat
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11. _ Mr. Ice Cream Man
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12. _ I Got the Hook Up!
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