Da Crime Family

(master p)
Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code)
Oh, we got beef? (hoody hoo)
I represent the dirty south
For all my thugs and thugettes out there
To the world
Get rowdy rowdy, bout it bout it (where they at?)
Where the tru thugs at?

4 or 5 hummers, burban, jag for the summer
Ss sittin 20's but i ain't no muthafuckin stunter
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat
I represent the 3rd ward
You a rookie, i'm a vet, you the captain, i'm the crunch
You got that dinner, i got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunts
Your eyes red, you got the munchies
How you like me now, gold teeth when i smile
Try to take me out the ghetto but i'm still buckwild

(chorus)
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(hoody hoo!) that's the code for them killas
(hoody hoo!) buckle up, knuckle up (what you wanna do?)
(hoody hoo!) buckle up, knuckle up (what you wanna do?)
(hoody hoo!) buckle up, knuckle up (what you wanna do?)
(hoody hoo!) buckle up, knuckle up (what you wanna do?)
(hoody hoo!) buckle up, knuckle up (what you wanna do?)

(silkk the shocker)
One for the money, two for the show
Three for my niggaz, four to go
When i hear hoody hoo it's time to ride
Let nothin slide, let nothin go
If you bout your paper then scream (hoody hoo!)
If you don't fuck with them haters scream (hoody hoo!)
If you about big thangs then scream (hoody hoo!)
If about havin thangs the scream (hoody hoo!)

(master p)
Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet
I know you gettin rowdy and everything
Kl, bring that beat back

(silkk the shocker)
Drop the hot shit
So i can cop the new shit, the blue six
Niggaz hatin these days
So guess what, i bulletproofed it
N-o-l-i-m-i to the t nigga
Tru is who we be nigga
Then scream if you with me nigga

(chorus)

(c-murder)
Straight from the south, got them golds in my mouth
Converse on my feet
Thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat
We be no limit niggaz, and we rowdy
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin
Fuck, i been to the streets
Rest in peace to my peeps
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tell
Tru niggaz make mail, all them haters go to hell
Throw 'em up uptown, all the way to downtown
You might get clowned, so you better pack a round
Tru niggaz want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Put my tank on the wall, hoody hoo be call, nigga

(chorus to fade)

Bou-bou-bou-bou
(bounce dat ass)
Bou-bou-bou-bou
(bounce dat ass)
Bou-bou-bou-bou
(bitch bounce dat ass)
Bou-bou-bou-bou
(bounce dat ass)

(chorus)
When you see me in da club
(bitch bounce dat ass)
When i catch you in da tub
(bitch bounce dat ass)
When i catch ya at da pad
(bitch bounce dat ass)
When i catch ya down bad
(bitch bounce dat ass)

(c-murder)
Yall know when im in da club yall know what im lookin fo
Lookin fo da bitch wit da biggest butt
A down south bitch, a gold mouth bitch
A bitch that'll make mah pockets rich
Wit da g-strang drowls holdin on to da walls
Plantin dat ass right on a niggas balls
You give her a drank and watch act wild
She got more trick den a little bitty child
All mah niggas in da back
Niggas in da front
And me bout to smoke from da mothafuckin blunts
Im gettin high i really cant lie
I wanna fuck da freak wit da tat on her thigh
Fuck yo baby daddy you can ride in mah caddy
I kno you wanna fuck cuz you lookin right at me
So bitch get yo mind right i kno down bad
Lets go to da crib you can bounce dat ass
Hoe

(chorus) x2

(master p)
Take it off, break it off, shake it off
Hoody hoo!!
Girls in da club showin us
And da homies wit da big banks
Couple dollas fo da fish tanks
Thug girls wit da g-strangs
Squat it down and make yo knees sang
See dem papa's like to ride it
And dem strippers work yo body
Kick yo legs like karate
And say wut up cuz we bout it
(ughhhh!!!!!)
Get down if you rowdy
If you a freak den shout it
Hoody hoo!!

(chorus untill fade)

[c-murder talking]

[hook]
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (some bad motherfuckas)
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (some bad motherfuckas)

[c-murder]
I make money off top, turning caine into rocks
And i carry two glocks, so i can't be stopped
From the city to the state, i'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by the gate, and got the camera with ???
And twenty g's in my draws, money taped to my balls
And i really can't move [why?] or that shit might fall
I'm a gangsta, i sell dope nigga, it's my job
'89 was the year when i started to rob
I'm a fool, i used to smoke weed at school
And got kicked out because i toted a tool
Other niggas used to run, but me i stood still
Cuz if a nigga fucked up [hmph!] ??? was killed
And ask sam, i'm blowing on fools like what!
That nigga opened his mouth, so i fucked him up
Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger
I told you motherfuckas we some hard ass niggas [bitch]

[hook] x2

[master p]
Mask up with the homies when it's time to ride
Niggas thugged out wit' life til' the day that we die
Tattoos on my arm nigga stomach and back
They cocking tech-9's like a mechanic cock a car-jack
I'm from the city where we don't give a fuck
Nigga ?? up the wrong hood and niggas gon' shut you up
Nigga we bout big bucks, stash outdoor in the cut
Holla 'hoody hoo' when the rollers rode up
We ghetto millionaires, but they call us rejects
Because we love to smoke weed and fuck bitches in the project
I tried to creep threw the hood and them feds tried to book me
He said what you doing back here in new o. i say i love ghetto pussy

[hook]

[fiend]
[waump! waump!]
I'm ghetto ??? getting my profession them balls working deadly weapons
If i die them young niggas can take it as a lesson
My clips be side jumping but a nigga name wessun, first name smith
Known in the hood for pretty ??
Let me introduce myself, the one that toted shotty!
Tossing em in ya body
Blame it on the bacardi
Niggas don't wanna start me
I'm b-a-d, sometimes i get kinda afraid of me
Survivors thun graded me on brains batts and all
Because befo' i steer em wrong,
I'd rather have my ??
The hardest is gone, i just arrived collecting was rightly mine
You won't some hard niggas you can catch us on the grind [we some]

[hook]

[chorus]
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a motherfuckin' rider

[c-murder]
Any time dumpin' them fools
You see a motherfuckin' killer with no limit tattoos
And when the smoke clear i know my job complete
And everyday i see dumb niggas die in the street
Run for cover if you soft, don't want no power
I'm a show guillotine in your picture and your mama gon' miss you nigga
You and your kids and your wife take your life
With a knife, it ain't right, but uh, the money was tight
Am i to aggressive nigga, it's hard to survive
And stay alive make you feel like a bitch inside
But if feel froggy jump, and watch me react and attack
And leave you layin' on your motherfuckin' back
Cause ain't no playin' in the game of life, the game of hustle
Where them niggas pack heat, fuck them niggas with muscle
Where the skinny niggas with the triggers sittin' on top of the mound
Runnin' fools clean out of town nigga

[chorus]

[c-murder]
Gettin' high hittin' the ???
And runnin' from the law, damn niggas 'll talk
To many bitches sweatin' me so i'm fuckin' 'em all
Lace the weed and them hoes be takin' it all
Take 'em down like i just touchdown from ???
Just some bitch shit, it just be sweatin' my click
50 million so, still countin', still sittin' on top
You niggas only wish what i got
Fuck a bed, fuck a house nigga
Fuck you and the watch
I'm thugged out, i be clutchin' my glock
With more than 5 reasons for you to call me a nerd
Cause infra red held lead come straight to your head
And then you dead nigga what's up now what's up now bitch
Nigga show me you made the wrong move
You lose, bye bye, just die, don't cry, when i get high

[chorus]

[c-murder]
You bitch, i told you motherfuckers
No limit soldiers never drop we always on top motherfucker
So you better check the motherfuckin' billboard spot

(c-murder talking)

Check this out my nigga.
I've been a hot boy for a long motherfuckin' time, ya heard me.
It was cool for a minute, but shit i gotta jump up out this shit.
Free from murder attempts on my life, you know.
I got a family to feed, you know.
I'm trying to jump about the game.

(chours x2)
Hail mary
Hail mary, please help me, i wanna live
And forgive me for the dirt that i did
I been a thug since i was born
And nuttin' change but i been trapped in this game too long

Verse 1 (c-murder)

Hail mary
Freak or murder attempts on my life
And my soul is gettin cold and i'm facin' parole
Heavy gangsters looking burry
But who can i tell from my cell to hell, don't let me die in jail
One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall
I'm having dreams about a image trying to kill us all
I count my blessing but i'm stressin', smith n wesson
Fool testing my nuts, i'm still throwing them up
And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin' for drama
I found a call from my momma, she don't want me around
And everything i touch seem to turn cold
And every nigga that i hang with don't grow too old
Hail mary

(chours x2)

Verse 2: (c-murder)

Two elevens got me sweatin', will i lose my rights
Convicted fellon with 187, facin' twenty five to life
I'm just another lil' nigga ready to ride on dem bustas
Like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder why i trust ya
Use to hustle for fun nigga, a young nigga, dumb nigga
Now they got me on the motherfuckin' run nigga
I used to laugh at them other niggas runnin' from the cops
Now these bitch niggas sweatin' my block
My ghetto dreams got me wishing for a quarter bird or something
I ask them ballers but them niggas ain't frontin
It's rest in peace in my future, how long will i live
Hail mary please forgive me for the dirt that i did

(chorus x2)

Verse 3: (magic)

I sit and wonder with all the things i hear my people say
Like, magic, god is coming back some day
Am i ready, shit i don't know, i'm just trying to survive
I'm hustlin' and strugglin', can't you see the pain in my eyes
I've been doing this shit for way too long, plus i'm way too strong
It's hard doing right when all i ever done was wrong
Thug to the bone but i know i gots to move on
The devil's itching to get me and i don't think i got long
Thank god for tru, and every word i say is for real
Ya'll couldn't imagine some the dirt i did
Shit i used to rob, steal, click click and kill for a meal
So close to death when i had just started to live
My lord

(chours x2)

(snoop talkin)

Yeah
Alot of people always ask me ...
Snoop dogg ... what it feel like being on no limit records ?
How that nigga p treat you ?
What c-murder and silkk the shocker like ?

Nigga let me tell ya somethin

{snoop dogg}

Fancy cars, big ole rings
Pushin the dope and i don't mean cocaine
No pain, no game i struggle for mine
I hustle for mine and that's all the time
I b-ball wit p, c, silkk and serv
Went to my homies from the cp third
Southside niggas on the west coast curves
We givin up love, while we blazin up bud
How yall fell about that no limit shit ?
Big snoop dogg you know we rock that shit
Well put on yo jersey and yo mothafuckin tank
And show yo golds and crack some hoes
We closin down shop but the game be sold
Imma have money even when i'm old
>from a g to key when u fuckin wit p
Somehow someway got to get the money

Chorus (snoop dogg)

Hell yeah it's a beautiful thing
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing
No limit it's a beautiful thing
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing (tru, tru) ( can yall dig it ?)
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing
Tru it's a beautiful thing
No limit it's a beautiful thing

{c-murder }

Snoop check this out

Me and my nigga snoop shootin dice lookin fo cheese (for keys)
We get high cause we keeps that bomb ass weed
And fuck them otha niggas (why ?) i'm ridin wit dogg (dogg)
And i'm 6 ft tall (tall)
And a couple of a calls (calls)
And bookoo broads (broads)
And bookoo hoes (hoes)
And bookoo shows (shows)
And fat optimos (optimos)
Tru playaz for real, run up you gettin killed
Make the wrong move and i'm tying yo shoes
Mac down south nigga wit the cali boyz
And like roy we totin them plastic toys
(beach) on the beach droppin nothin but heat
From the l.b.c. to the cp3
I love this shit like i say in bed
Its like 2 bad bitches givin u head
Snoop in the tank countin nothin but bank
What yall thank nigga ? it's a beautiful thang


Chorus

[silkk on the phone talking]
Woo what's up slim i saw ms. silkk the shocker out there last night
Yeah you better stop playing with me dog,
You know i seen your girl and them cutting
Man how you gone start off a conversation,
Bitch you better stop playing.
Naw nigga we just friends for real.
Hold hold on
He clicking over on me
My phone clicking
Hello?
What's up dog
What up my nigga
I need some weight
I thought you had 25
Man look i need some weight
Naw i don't do that no more dog
You got the chickens dog
Naw i'ma talk to you later wootay

[silkk rapping ont the phone]
You know that big nigga from the hood done snitched up
Hit the pen and bitched up
He worked with p but now that nigga snitched up
You know the nigga that used to flip with us
That nigga working for the feds know, the phone beeped when i picked up
Nigga got 25 years came home in one summer
Catch him riding in a gray hummer
With this chick named goldie getting head from her
You know the whole hood fucking head bumping
Cause we grew up with this nigga,
The nigga seen it and he ain't said nothing
We was gone crack that nigga skull but he fled from us
Trying buy dope running round the hood flashing fed money(fed money)
Nigga renegoiate
Shit change his name another city relocate(what)
Feds kicked the nigga door in you know what they found up in the residence
Only way get out the shit you had to be the motherfucking president
Niggas upstate turned state evidence
Shit this nigga fake
And you can't let fake niggas represent

Chorus: silkk, and skull duggery

(ra ra) real niggas don't snitch
Real niggas don't flip(we never snitch)
Real niggas never cross another nigga
Cause real niggas don't switch(ha what)
Real niggas don't make deals( uh ha)
Real niggas stay real(nigga what)
Real niggas take the charges and fight that shit on appeal

Repeat 1x

[silkk]
This old fakeass nigga crossed alot of niggas(what)
He the reason why the drought season started cost alot of niggas
If you was soft you should have gave up the game
Nigga got endited, didn't try to fight it nigga just gave up names
Shit how you used to be so real and so fake
Nigga told me it was my dog i was like fuck naw, no way
We used to get money together, get honeys together
Run it together, tatoos homies forever
I was right there when his mother slide
Trust the nigga so much i let this nigga watch my brother kid
(it's like that)
???????? ain't never failed
Niggas looking for you but he hiding somewhere in delaware
(you gone look out for him)
Naw i can't help him
(man why you ain't gone look out for that nigga)
Naw cause that nigga selfess
(that nigga must be a snitch)
Streets is watching
Keep the heat cocked
Niggas beef ain't stopping
Y'all niggas better watch it
(you got watch your ends)
I feel ya my nigga
(and you gotta watch your friends)

See that snitch shit never stay shit i don't trust nobody
But i bust somebody, and that shit i never hesitate
What the fuck happened friends forever. what happened to loyalty. what
Happened, what happened to trust. don't snitch, don't flip, don't turn
State. real niggas be real, fake niggas be fake, bustas be bustas, and
Snakes be snakes. that's forever

(chorus)
(silkk the shocker)
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!

(klc)
Aye yo mia since you first buss dat shit

(mia-x)
Put me wit the baddest bitches that be spittin that drama
But when i buss they say hush that's momma
Infrared pen mia hollow-tip lyric mc eater
Rowdy song bring it on come on
Shut the club down you dont wanna go ta' war
I go far have you screamin get to the car
Ghetto star x-rated when i spit
Got you muthafuckas jumpin sayin dats that bitch
Cuz when i step to the mic i come to tear shit up
If you dont wont this type of heat dont even pick your pen up
My rhymes buss get you clappin throw blows like royce handin
That's why i'm truest bitch standin

(chorus)x2
(silkk the shocker)
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!

(klc)
Buss that shit
(after chorus 1)
Yo silkk shut this shit down fuck them niggas

(silkk the shocker)
You know i come in this muthafucka i shut shit down
Fuck you in this bitch i'm in this bitch now
Tru my clique and y'all know! how i get down
Yall need to sit down befo yall get clowned
Catch about six rounds look count them off 1-2-3-4-5-6
Now yall really think yall niggas could get wit this?
N-o-l-i-m-to the t aint nobody hard as us
If they is they got to be hard as the fuck
I run wit killas and dealers
I run wit soldiers and jackers
I run wit niggas and murderas
I run wit killas and kidnappers
All my niggaz get rowdy
All my niggaz get bout it
We scream ! knuckle up, knuckle up!
Yo niggas go rowdy
What what

(silkk the shocker)

Dont make me break you off somethin
Dont make me break you off somethin
Uh oooooo uh oooooo it aint my fault

(chorus) til' fade
(silkk the shocker)
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!

(klc)
Yo buss dat shit

(silkk the shocker)
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!
Huh huh! what what!

Silkk talking:
Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the
Fuack ya'll wanna do

Chorus
Halloway
We them down south killer boys
Ghetto commission and them motherfucking miller boys
Think it's a game we'll fuck around and kill you boy
On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy

Halloway
I'm trying to make a million of this rap shit
And blow up like a fat bitch
My entourage is thick
Nigga no limit is the shit
My grandma awlays told me i'd be famous
But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas
Body bangers
???bitch we hungry like???
I be part of tso until i'm up out the alter
I got ??? ain't no warning me
I'm heartless ain't no running me nigga
Don't ever stunt on me nigga
I'll fucking crush you nigga

Valerio
I'm about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse
Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
Beat a mother fucker till a bitch can't move
Tru niggas refuse to lose
Tote guns to murder fools
Coming with rumming
If niggas ain't respecting the flame
Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game
I'm stealing outlaw
Still dodging cop cars
Tso and miller boyz riping niggas apart

Chorus repaeat 2x

T-spade
It's the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin
The last one blasting
Late night outfit ski-masking
I got your backbone subtracting
Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law
Hoping to change i bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo'
It ain't no thing to me fo'
I got the game in me fo'
Tso tank dogs playing you raw
Shit talking nigger crosser
I'ma toss ya, i'ma flip ya, i'am punch ya, i'ma kick ya
Motherfucker get a picture
We real niggas

C-murder
Just a little a ghetto boy
A motherfucking miller boy, killer boy
Put that pistol in a pillow boy
Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom
Come on and play dumb
And watch me leave you in the rum
Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch
Crush you like a roach
And burn you like a torch
Pussy ass niggas don't last to long
I'm down south where them real niggas roam

Chorus reapeat 2x

Silkk the shocker
I remember when i used to carry crack, i used to carry gats
Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats
You know i can't be having that
Lucky i left the heat alone, beef alone or i would have been buried black
You know the shit i spit bitch ya heard
Ha what sit on on the curb
Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird
That's why i flip birds
You fake ass niggas got on my nerves
I'm from 504 we ain't no joke
Nigga give up your fucking dope

Master p
Grab a camera take a flick
Miller boyz and tru click
Bustas get dealt with ho's get some dick
So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this
See me life ain't nothing but weed and money
A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke
Hotboy got the dope
Man ??? in the ghetto
See no limit is the army and we the soilders
The ghetto commission and tru click thought i told you

Chorus repeat 2x

Dig:

Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
You niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map

Verse 1

I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat
I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me
I'm that d-i-g nigga from the third ya dig
Fuck around with me and you get that ass served ya dig
Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch
I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig
Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig
Now you know the word ya dig, no limit soldiers bitch

Chours:

Master p/(magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die

Verse 2 (magic)

Bitch i'm a motherfucking soldier till the day that i die
Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
Man you bitch niggas don't worry me
You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabe's
Yall don't wanna fuck with me
For real, nigga take this soldier shit serious
I hope you niggas are hearing us, yall niggas are fearing us
Who started this, nigga we started this shit
Work hard for the colonel, work hard for this bitch
You from the hood and you's a soldier
But if you ain't that false claiming shit is over
You phony, i heard you snitching to them po-po's
Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes
Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, i'm from the ninth ward where we real to this shit
We only taking what belong to us bitch
Cause we motherfucking soldiers

Chorus:

Master p/(magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that i die (what)
We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me)

Verse 3 (master p)

Ha ha, what's up to all them motherfucking soldiers out there?
What's up cash money nigga.
We feeling yall niggas.
Niggas think we beefing nigga but it's realer then this.
There's too much money for everyone to get.
What's up dmx nigga, ha ha.
Jay-z, so so def, motherfucking suave house.
Them all niggas soldiers.
Motherfucking rap-a-lot, yall niggas soldiers.
What's up mack-10 nigga, cube, e-feezy, ha ha.
Bone, yall niggas soldiers.
To the north, to the south, to the east.
And all yall real niggas and real bitches in the west, represent.
This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfuckers.
Treal motherfuckers.
Fake soldiers, nigga might take yall stripes and yall guns.

[c-murder]
What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself bitch!
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck with tru
It was a dumb move nigga
Mow i'm fuckin wit you, now try your lives
While i put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, i told y'all to leave us alone
How many niggaz got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, i'm a real nigga
Jumpin your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool i'm nothin but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch i'm rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and i'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit tru

[chorus]
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck wit tru
It was a dumb move nigga, now we fuckin wit you (don't fuck wit us)
Now try your lives while i put this fuckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, i told y'all to leave us alone

[silkk the shocker]
I told you niggaz don't fuck wit us
Now i'm makin you niggaz gettin clowned
Tell niggaz is bitches
Some of y'all niggaz be pissin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what i..
Do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus bitch look, we do it all
I don't fuck wit (who) him
And i don't fuck wit dogs
So what the fuck you think?
If you fuck wit him, i'm gonna be fuckin wit y'all (never)
See i'll put this gun back nigga
And i'll bust ya all
I ain't give a fuck what ya name is
I ain't give a fuck what y'all call
Niggaz wanna probably just... bust for fun
Niggaz ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout what the fuck y'all done
At the most niggaz, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then i would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, shit y'all still would hit it

(chorus)

[master p]
Tru niggaz gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the nba and i'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the south to the east
You the beauty i'm the beast
Fuck these niggaz they know who p
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla hoody hooo and my niggaz gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
And y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records like the 80's,
Nigga y'all niggaz phony

(repeat chorus to fade)

C-murder:
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what i'm sayin'?
So uh, when that bus come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes on, life goes on

Porsha (o'dell):
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)

C-murder:
It's a small motherfuckin' world
It's big enough to get lost and get tossed
Cause everybody wanna be the boss
And watch that young nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser, among the pressure
And ready to make your baby momma's eyes wetter
We act the fool like in club dreams
??? full of ghetto bitches, and them knockout kings
Me and my nigga green and snoop in the coup countin'
Look we had a dice game
Damn, these niggas want my life man
You paranoid c?
Man, fuck them niggas dogg
I'm 'a ride 'til i die, p told me to take the world on
This be the realest shit, we be the realest click
We got 'em all, even moms at the store buyin' no limit discs
Money don't make me, i make money
Niggas get high and die cause they be stuntin' like some crash dummies
I plant my seed and let my dying breed live homes
And put it in a song and let the beat go on

Porsha (o'dell):
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
(tank goes on, tank goes on, tank goes on)

Master p:
I got these bitches in my hand, and the world on my shoulders
Pops said, "p you don't understand but you will when you get older"
Your friends will be your enemies, so many pretend to be
Real but they ain't, for the bank of the tank
See no limit is my job even though i live shy
I don't mean kill and rob, but real niggas don't conspire
Sometimes we get wicked, and you don't have to lie to kick it
Gave a few niggas some rolexes and houses, they said they did it
We after big dreams nigga, no schemes (it ain't over yet)
You run your mouth to the feds but me and my boys we livin' clean
I still get a million screams (ugh!)
Y'all know what i mean
And me and tru nigga and silkk and c countin' up that green

Porsha (o'dell):
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)

Silkk the shocker:
Look, you only get one chance
Even i'm blessed but i feel like life is a test
You see me ???
You think its easy being me
You know my own homies don't wanna see me livin' swell
Sell me name to the cops and rather see me locked up in a cell
Can you blame me for not wanting to check the check?
Not knowing things are barley gettin' by
Shit i want it all, even if i don't get it at least i can say i tried
My own friends turned to dope fiends and it shows
Ask me for 20 dollars instead of asking me to come on the road
Can you blame me for wantin' to take my homies up out the hood?
And get moms everything she liked
You know i've been in this rap shit for 8 long years
Y'all thought it happened overnight
Y'all see the money and the fame
But y'all don't see the struggles in the game
It's hard to stay the same
Y'all might notice a change
I'm just tryin' to get my money
See ya only get one chance
You gotta go out and get it and make it happen
Ya heard me?

Porsha (o'dell):
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)
And the tank goes on (tank goes on)
You only get one song (don't let life pass you)

Master p singing:

Tru niggas love weed and hoes

Silkk talking:

Yeah nigga
Shit's real in the streets.
Shit's real in the city.
Everybody out there.
Ya'll know it's real. (whomp!)
Tell em how we live in the city.

Verse 1 (fiend) :

Fuck excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense
I aint had shit, it's a new orleansas ax accent
Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word
Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb
Nerve, my word sent in my earb,
Getting excited to make your money what its worth
Nigga act like you aint heard, sleepy eye is the tone
Get it on jones, about to bring it own home
Ship me then i'm gone, workin best for the loan
Started with a song, longer money and roam
Fuck anything wrong, you certified gone
I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose

Chorus: ( fiend)

It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me

It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me

Verse 2: (silkk)

I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats
The drama don't stop thats why i cock at least two heat
All with the slang, all my niggas deep in the game
We keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that i claim
Nigga i'm just so bad, i rob a bank with no mask
Amung killers and dealers all my niggas about that toe tag
The life style i live nigga is so fast,
If the rap ever stop i never go broke nigga i got dope fast
Or forward, never go backwards dont never drink
Have money on machine, and make sure that the dope addict
From the smallest to the biggest, till check that nigga
Thugged out, ghetto star, livin' legend my nigga
Find me in the projects in the center of the mix
Nigga what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks
Nigga fuck see i love hip hop,
A nigga like, fuck that cause my family gotta eat
Shit its like fuck rap

Silkk talking:

Shit you know it's real out here
Niggas need to guard they grill out
Surivival of the fittest my nigga
So hound tell these niggas what the motherfucking deal is

Verse 3 : (full blooded)

You motherfuckers aint smelling what?
Ghetto star committing felonies,
Runnin through your shit squeezing my shit in your belly
Ribs showin', eyes glowin', i lie stunned no ??? one,
When i lie crimes form,
I'ma dogg motherfucker i done tooked the route,
My dogg told me not to take watch them take me out
Got me running closer to demonds
Motherfucker, bloody rum, got me lookin at ceilings
Hear me ??? at the sounds of the church bell
Twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail
Got me, face down in the mud and shit,
Fucking with out my road dogg they done drugged me bitch

Master p talking:

All man cut the motherfucking lights on
Jay gonna meet the meat with a gimp

[master p]
Check this out boo
The only thing that matters is if you happy and i'm happy
You know what i'm saying?
We know this real ghetto love
After the fronting and fighting,
That's where the love making begins real good baby
But our friends aint our friends
Your mama in our businessn your sister in our business
The media in our business
These motherfuckers don't understand

Chorus: (charlie wilson)

You said your a friend of mine, it turned out you crossed the line
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine
You said your a friend of mine, it turned out to be a lie
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine

[master p]
Call the cops for nothing, all the jumping and stunting
It should be kissing and hugging, i mean loving and rubbing
I'm on your team, your on my team, i'm your king, you my queen
I'm the ice you the cream, but your friends love the scheme
Even i told you you was special, see these hoes will sweat you
The niggas will wet you, but the ghetto is pressure
No more fighting in front of the kids, it's time to live big
Build a family tree of figs, and let the haters dig
You my rose i'm your flower, i think about you ever hour
Keep them hoes out our business if you need me just holla

Chorus: (charlie wilson)

You said your a friend of mine, it turned out you crossed the line
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine
You said your a friend of mine, it turned out to be a lie
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine

[snoop dogg]
I tell you all my problems, share my deepest secrets with ya
Hit ya on the side, girl you down to ride
I feel so safe with ya, get cha what you need
A condo in the valley with the keys, palm trees, jet skies
Fly you over seas, it's silly how we did it
Really we commited
I'm dippin out the studio with the too faking
My heart just uh aching, while i'm shaking and snaking
You tell me take a chance so i dance with the devil
I kiss you on the cheek, and now we sneak into the bedroom
Tossing and turning, burning, yearning for love
And you supposed to be in love with my young cuz
What's love got to do with this?, and it's all based on friendship
Ain't that twisted, somebody told my boo and i think it was you
Had to be cause i aint heard from you or seen you, so it must be true

Chorus: (charlie wilson)

You said your a friend of mine, it turned out you crossed the line
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine
You said your a friend of mine, it turned out to be a lie
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine
You said your a friend of mine, it turned out to be a lie
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine
You said your a friend of mine, it turned out to be a lie
I forgive you i don't know why, you said your a friend of mine

[silkk the shocker]
Look, for real, you need to stop calling me with that bullshit.
Somebody tryin to make money, make it happen.
When you get your shit together you can hollar at me.
Look.

Now i don't know why you keep playing all these childish games
You older then me so why the fuck you keep playing
Not the chick i thought i'd see, thought you would be
I know that's you cause your number keeps showing up on my caller i.d.
I can't even go on the road without you all on my shoulder
Talkin bout giving an autograph to a chick you like,
Why you talkin to them hoes
Like all that extra buggin
If you trippin you can leave
Cause you know that i don't need all that extra luggage
Just leave, pack your shit up, aww fuck all that extra hugging
I can, because that's why i got all these extra cousins
I'm a thug and i stay thugging
I hold grudges, that's why i never ever talk to my ex in public
Now we supposed to be just friends, now you getting all possessive
All agressive, i'm like chick, just pause for a second
See that's why i was kinda scared to hit the skin
Cause i'll be mad as fuck, i come back, you left and hit the benz
You say you got pictures of this chick who i was walking with
Talking with, now you on some old stalking shit
Now first place i don't want you, i talk to you to get close to your friends
You know what, i gotta short temper, you just getting close to the end
Now what

Chorus

He don't want you no more
Cause i never let you do the things that you think that you'll do
He'll be out the door
Cause he see's that your the kind of girl that shows up to no good

[c-murder]
Man, this girl crazy.
What, what.

Now when i first met ya i told ya that i had a girl
But you overlooked that, all you seen was diamonds and pearls
You wanted a nigga in the spotlight with money and shit
So you can run and tell your girls you my honey and shit
Looking for the finer things but i'm just sexing you up
You keep on calling, huh, but i keep hanging you up
Your girl told my nigga that we getting engaged
I felt played, i didn't know that you was sick in the head
To fall in love with a thug and now you hating my boo
You should have listened to your friends and don't fuck with tru
And i was just a little horny and you looked so good
With your pretty face and ass made me wish i could
Fuck you and your girl if yall down with that
I told you that i was a dogg and you was cool with that
So dry your eyes, i'm out the door and quit sweating my show
I told ya, like a man, i don't want you no more

Chorus

[mr. serv-on]
Say boo, it ain't like you was with me when i was serving fiends
So i don't owe you shit, right now turn in your jersey, you ain't on my team
So what, got tired of scratching on my s
It wasn't like that when you was at my hotel biting on my chest
When i met you you was still breathing for another
I let you wear my tank, excuse the first couple of calls to my baby's mother
Now it's am i married or do i have a woman
You was never mines in the first place so why the hell you fussing
I hear our names going big in the beauty salons and nail shops
I told ya, keep it between us or we gotta never stop
But you couldn't keep your mouth closed
So guess what, take all your paper boo and make your way to the door
See me, i ain't with that he see or she saw her with me shit
So if you see me don't play me like no bitch
So when it come up to this and i'm goin do what i gotta do
I'm a take it to mines so stay tru, what you wanna do

Chorus till fade