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1. _ D-Game
[Krazy] Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it [Chorus] Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style [Terror] Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash [Chorus] [Master P] Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga [Krazy] I'magine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me [Chorus] more free lyrics |
2. _ Whodi
Master P: our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me? ha ha (hootie hoo) Chorus (2x): where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi) I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and imma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store Chorus (2x) Magic: (Where you at whodi?) I'm ova here shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because im livin lavish Ill take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal... Mystikal ...And im from the 12th, i run by myself and if you cant tell, im bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, im the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the muthafucka that think im playin? Chorus (2x) Mr. Marcello: Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga Silkk: When i come through i come through wild come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style >From the front to the rear whodi, its No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi Chorus (2x) C-Murder: Where you at? I'm over here, in the project on the block I'm C-Murder, im bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood I'm foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, i give em muthafuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get tru niggaz in your click N-O, L-I, M-I to the T is just a bunch of crazy muthafuckas just like me Chorus (4x) Wild Wayne talking until fade more free lyrics |
3. _ Moving Things
Baby baby get up what? You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard [Chorus] I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch [Chorus (2x)] Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard [Chorus (2x)] Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your auntee from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I cant be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? ima slow down, ima slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all more free lyrics |
4. _ Souljas
"Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death" -> RBX [Snoop Dogg] It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys Wit' the plastic toya Pop, pop Grab the glock Cock the muthafucka, No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game Bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighin' Ignitin' Never fightin' And we got them muthafuckas bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family chorus 2x [Krazy] What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you [Master P] I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hos Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound chorus 2X [Krazy] Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Ivory Ville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me Chorus til' song ends more free lyrics |
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5. _ Commercial I
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6. _ Big Toys
(Krazy) What what what what what (Chorus) (Krazy) Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys (X4) (Mac) Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best (?) the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? I'm a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) (Chorus)(X2) (Krazy) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether (?) bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga (Chorus)(X2) (D.I.G.) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I aint hard to find I'm the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me I'm full of that crime family I'm on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake I'ma hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga (Chorus) (X4) more free lyrics |
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7. _ Up Town
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8. _ Intro
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga? Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade more free lyrics |
9. _ Beefing
Huh! Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look (Chorus) You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) Chorus [Verse 1] We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' [Verse 2] Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers aint even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And thats deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga (chorus in the background) -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? Chorus It's world war nigga more free lyrics |
10. _ Enemies
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha) You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces [Chorus] Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces [x4] We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces [Chorus] more free lyrics |
11. _ Say Brah (radio)
[master p]
Say brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
And to this district system free
Soulja slim
Cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[mac]
Say brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
Get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 dollars and fiend,
Thugs like magic, wiz, woo, ween, and my auntie b
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss
Bezzled up a few haters and feds watching my doggs
And we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
Now that army is back so i'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
Hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, tru 2 da game, livin' up to my name
So when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
We bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[master p]
Hoody hoo!
Hey brah i'm cold with it,
If you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the p
And where i'm from?, say brah, i'm out that cp3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
Cause i roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
Now say brah, i really got a bubble i hummer
But say brah, i ain't no uptown stunter
I'm out the streets and i like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest 3rd baller you know
Plus i brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
And put a million thug soldiers on your street?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
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12. _ If You Real, Keep It Real
Soldiers Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? Chorus: Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army [Master P] I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me Chorus [Silkk The Shocker] These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap Chorus P talking till the end of the song more free lyrics |
13. _ Roll Roll
Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Master P: Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) Chorus: Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) (repeat) Krazy: It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya ??? gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down Chorus Mystikal: I'm from the ? chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the ????? You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back Silkk: Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough Chorus more free lyrics |
14. _ I Can Tell You Wanna
(Jamo) You ain't gotta say too much From the look in your eyes I can tell you want to fuck (Mercedes) And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too (Jamo) No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much From the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna fuck (Mercedes) And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too (Mac) Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep In you I'm tryin to go You heard about No Limit Soldiers? We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya I thought I told you soldier draws Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls I heard you got that kill I can see all in yo grill Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love I just wanna fit yo glove Get a couple a uh-uh's Shove it in your mouth just like a thug And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it Its soldier passion So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! (Chorus) (Mercedes) Put me on the counter in the kitchen Now baby pour my body with some ice cream Lick me from head to toe Bending me over 69'll be the next thing I wanna taste your body all night long From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan (Chorus) (Jamo) Can I light a candle? And kiss you in the places light won't show I'll take my time and do it slow I'll do my own exercises Right between your thighs It's all very pleasurable I'll go places he won't go Lets keep it on the low-low So he won't know Now lets take it to the floor (Chorus) more free lyrics |
15. _ Them Boyz
[Mac] Who dat nigga? What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac [Chorus] Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz [X-Con] See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard) [Chorus x3] [Mac] Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of (?) Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on [Chorus] [Master-P] They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?) Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners [Chorus x2] more free lyrics |
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17. _ Uptown
[Taxi] Did you call a taxi [Master P] Yea [Taxi] Where you going my brother [Master P] Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left [Chorus: Suga Bear (repeat 2x's)] I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea [Master P] Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life [Chorus 2x's] [Mac] Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still [Chorus 2x's] [C-Murder] Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang [Chorus 2x's] more free lyrics |
18. _ We Bust
[Silkk talking] Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right? We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? [chorus (Krazy) 1X] These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep [Halloway] I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hos Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. [G-Spade] War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill [Valario] It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal [chorus 2X] [Silkk the Shocker] Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. [chorus 2X] [Krazy talking] Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babay This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! more free lyrics |
19. _ Life Is Serious
[Chorus 2x's] [Erica Foxx] Life is serious out here on these streets Got us curious but were just trying to eat [Krazy] Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed [Chorus 2x's] [Master P] Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place [Chorus 2x's] [Mac] And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years [Chorus 2x's] more free lyrics |
20. _ Thug Girl 2
Hoody-Hoo where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at [Master P] where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) Chorus: repeat 4X where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at [Silkk the Shocker] They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta ??? hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I dont know who did it Take the ??? off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin Chorus 4X [Krazy] It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back Chorus 4X [Master P] There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga more free lyrics |
21. _ I Can Tell
(jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you want to fuck
(mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(jamo)
No, no, no you ain't gotta say to much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(mac)
Now you ain't gotta say much cuz i was peepin you
Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep
In you um tryin to go
You heard about no limit soldiers?
We get up in it and hit it harder then de la hoya
I thought i told you soldier draws
Cover my balls, um known for rippin the pussy walls
I heard you got that kill
I can see all in yo grill
Can you ride me like a black mercedes?
And make me do that shit i never did with other ladies?
I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love
I just wanna fit yo glove
Get a couple of uh-uh's
Shove it in your mouth just like a thug
And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it
Its soldier passion
So get up on it if you want it whoa-whoa!!!!
(beginning of chorus)-(jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(jamo)
No, no, no you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(end of chorus-mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(mercedes)
Put me on the counter in the kitchen
Now baby pour my body with some ice cream
Lick me from head to toe
Bending me over
69'll be the next thing
I wanna taste your body all night long
From sun up to sun down i wanna make you moan
(beginning of chorus-jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(jamo)
No, no, no you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(end of chorus-mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(jamo)
Can i light a candle?
And kiss you in the places light won't show
I'll take my time and do it slow
I'll do my oral exercises
Right between your thighs
It's so very pleasural, i'll go places he won't go
Lets keep it on the low-low
So he won't know
Now lets take it to the floor
(beginning of chorus-jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
(jamo)
No, no, no you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck
(end of chorus-mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too
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22. _ Wobble Wobble
Yo', this Jay-tweezie keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here we play loud as posible Perferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go hook Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it (2x) (Mac) You already know what's happenin' when I step in this Bitch And I know you heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout servin' it, ever since you heard my song I got you bucked up, You want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. Bitches, them Saint T. Bitches, my no limit Bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soilder Dick that you only get from that soilder clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotta, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look hook (Master P/Nino Brown) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect you mind, if you can respect the game Is this cool to fuck, or is this about some change hook (Magic, Silkk/Vito) I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga sayins "ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm tring to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, Woof hook (Mystikal/G-Money) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanist face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it' hunt it, some old nigga ready to hump your ass (Krazy) I'll be there for you baby, just beep me start paging soilder, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you (C-Murder) Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'till you nakes You like your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening hook We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz, what, what more free lyrics |
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