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1. _ Weed and Money
-Check this out -You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right? (right right) -but you a motherfuckin' TRU g, if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees -Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me? -Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive in this 97 space age hustle (so what you sayin'?) (Chorus) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money (repeat 8x) (Master P verse 1) I stack greens like cheese Smoke weed with g's Sell cream to fiends And roll with beams Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned Gone worldwide, but true to the underground (P and Silkk) Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what (chorus 8x) (Master P verse 2) I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches 96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished 97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT TRU niggaz don't fall off this only the beginning (P and Silkk) Coming up for what, making hella bucks Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us (Master P) Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas (P and Silkk) Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin' Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free (chorus 8x) (Silkk) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts I live for weed to make money Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin' I can't even much count it Silkk the Shocker, or should I say The black Frank Nitty see, Oz's to make g's the mayor gave me and P keys to the city Livin' an American dream 5 karats on my pinky ring Ladies wanna make love to me Niggaz wanna look at me all mean But it's aaight cause you still wonder I don't want your old lady But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs Ghetto millionares to live fashion man 600 we gonna be smashin' man But since I can't spend no bitches So I need some cash and thangs (Chorus) more free lyrics |
2. _ I Miss My Homies
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood. Til all this black on black crime stop. Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know, When it's gon be yo time. [Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell] Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout All my homies passed away (uuunnnggghhh!) Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold That's how me and my boys rolled How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me My best friend's gone And I'm so all alone I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday [Master P] I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in the dirt The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin Ya little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight But today's a sad day to see the t-shirt with ya face From the cradle to the grave, from the streets we used to fall In the park you liked to ball, put yo name upon the wall In the projects you's a legend on the street you was a star But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in that black car A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done cried You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to retire Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain Some Gs never change, damn they killed you for some change Smile for my homie Kevin Miller my boy Randall The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals Take a minute to smile for the dead (uuunnnggghhh!) Smile for the dead (RIP 2Pac, Makaveli) All my homies who done made it to the crossroads (Biggie Smalls) [Sons, Mo B. O'dell] How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me (It's like I can't believe you gone) My best friend's gone (Sometimes I feel like I can't go on) And I'm so all alone (Everytime I see something you done left I really miss my homies (It just remind me, more and more of you, dawg) Even though they gone away (I just keep reminiscin) I know you in a better place (Cause I know you alright) And I hope to see ya soon someday (And I keep smilin, knowin I'm a see you in the crossroads] [Pimp C] We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys But I'd give up all that bullshit if I could get back my boy Off in the club smokin weed til 3, hollerin at the hoes Spendin $4000 on me on gators and clothes When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game Nigga told me, "C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo thang" I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs For all the niggas in the game that be sellin keys I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone [Sons, Mo B. O'dell] Even though you gone away (Even though you gone, you ain't never gon be forgotten) I know you in a better place (Cause as long as I'm here You gon live through me and other TRU playas) I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday [Silkk] I'm just sittin here dazed thinkin bout all the times we had Thinkin the past, some was good and some was bad Remember Dante? It was a group of us, just a group of five Now three dead, one in jail, it seem right now I'm the only one alive To all my soldiers before me, may ya'll rest in peace When He took three, took my soul, just the bodies He at the crossroads guide us out to the rest of me Wishin I could rewind time like demos Me and you gettin girls, writin down numbers like memos Makin million dollar bets, makin all our money stretch like limos Even though I smile, it's sad, but they say gangstas can't cry But if I close my eyes and visualize me together Then I suddenly wanna smile To see you laid down when it's yo time, when your time was up You never seen your child, but he's here to remind us Even though you was wrong, I never could belive that that was true You was with me forever, you could check my rest in peace tattoos See me and C and P forever gon be ridin and thuggin Rest in peace to all the ones that didn't make it And rest in peace to my brother We gon miss you (I love these fools) I know you in a better place (Every time I get on my knees) And I hope to see ya soon someday (I pray for you, I'm glad you in a better place I hope I see ya soon, ain't no more killin Ain't no more fights, and ain't no more tears) more free lyrics |
3. _ Come and Get Something
Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what [Master P] Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy P don't take no shit from no suckas but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers If you want something come and get something (2x) [C-Murder] I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up cuz money and murder is the code that I live by come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's} I wanna put em in a hearse they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some If you want something come and get somethin (2x) [Prime Suspects] Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low how you figure that you can come kick in my door fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin no talkin in this jack move be cool while C pet you crime is the way in these days niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine If you want something come and get something (3x fade) more free lyrics |
4. _ We Riders
[Master P] The game of life did change the old dope game is now called the rap game in other words you can't trust nobody money's the root of all evil I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X) Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed young nigga fourteen doing death row look in the eyes of some killers drug dealers from the projects young niggas pulling hits in the ghetto to make change that cop nigga blasting on other game young villians in the ghetto starving henicy and green with a young nigga balling pull the plug if they shot me just die every nigga and bitch that tried to stop me just a young nigga tryin make skrilla learnin double it up with the killas and the drug dealers (Ugggggggggh) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X) its hard times on the blocks in the projects call my girl up in time to flip a county check I got cocaine weed and enphadamine Pac said P keep your eyes on your enemies I ain't trusting no nigga or no bitch that's the recipe in the hood nigga to get rich thugs keep their gats right beside them true niggas keep their gats cuz we riders hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head hit the horn motherfucker two niggas dead R.I.P. tatoos weed and henicy blow dust to the motherfucking enemies (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X) In school with pencils pass and books in the ghetto with in Tex in killers and crooks I done seen bloodshed over blood money I done niggas kill over drug money got the game from some OG ballin down here 3rd world cali or new orleans I won't change till they bury me a paid nigga I won't change cuz P is a made nigga I got killers and dealers on my side I got homies and jackals ready to ride got the game in my vein cuz I'm bout this how many niggas out there really doubt this (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X) [Mac] camaflauge and all that murder murder kill kill and shit bad nigga from the bricks blood on my kicks seen it all in the project halls and the street corners never choked even when those folks ran up on us solider rag sag on my eye no lie fuck with me for sure die no lie how many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed laying niggas down (lay em down nigga) like apollo creed if need got my game from that nigga versal keep your enemies close shoot first and show the fakers no mercy never dance with them youngsters in your life nigga you don't wanna live amongst us we ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it fuck around get your whole click torn in it bullet proof vest cover my chest so you best aim for my brain if you try to put me to rest (we riders) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X) more free lyrics |
5. _ Stop Hatin
Chorus: Look at all these haters surrounding me every day hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay stop all the hatin I can't take it no more I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for Verse 1: Master P Pop the lock on the benz with the keys To high to see his own enemies his baby mama with him in a short skirt his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse his friend took his life for the mighty dollar then ran through the alley must have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner cause haters be all up on me tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed set you up for a caper dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got cause haters be the same niggas on the spot Chorus Verse 2: Master P How do hatin get started? It started by the jealous people and they get mad over the things you have and the things they'll never have Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix I heard you spreading rumors I'm really not impressed I tell you only one time with my scrilla fool dont mess Verse 3: Fiend I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards non-packers I'm strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast I put that on some cash I'm standing last for some ass yall young crazed punks are trippin dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ?? I'm admitting that I'm not only on the thwat but I know i got stopped on tha ?? and its understood that I'm not one of the best niggas that ever lived but I got some advice to give and that is Chorus Verse 4: Silkk I wonder why they hatin for? Probably cause we got G's, mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys But really I cant fade them Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time I know most of my niggas can feel me when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something dont worry about how i got mines always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine. and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G's they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back but I just cant call it or catch but i still got G's and I'm still ballin Chorus till fade (Master P) wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer Wassup Underwood California we cant lose wassup to all my boys in Richmond all my boys in the Caliope all my boys locked down in jail this Master P No Limit Records (Wassup Big Boz) DaLastDon (Wassup Mean Green) We Cant Be Stopped I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas even though you still hate you cant stop playas (Beats by the Pound) Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas (Wassup to my little brother Silkk) Texas (C Murder) Atlanta (Wassup Fiend) Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon) Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama (Wassup to Big Mama Mia X) all them playas out there California (Mr. Serv On) East Coast (Sonya C) Mid West, Down South and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand (Wassup Foxy Brown) Yeah we did that Party don't stop ah ha Playas lookin up baby more free lyrics |
6. _ Throw Em Up
[Chorus: Master P (4X)] Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy And I got more sealers than JC Pennies Throw it up if you a soldier But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's Not every nigga in the hood knows me Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it Chorus I'm a represent my hood till I die And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P A ghetto nigga, live and made history Aint no mugging, just thugs with me Aint no hugging, aint no loving P These ghetto heroes is dead and gone That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games Nickel plated meters knocking down doors With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's So watch your back when you hustling crack Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real And only cars get brand new grills Chorus [Kane & Abel] Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack We killing with tatooes our guns and balls The car with the tek-nine in my droor Went from selling double up's to going double platimum For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers [Master P] No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! Chorus more free lyrics |
7. _ Ghetto D
Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P I'magine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like this Masta P Ghetto Dope No Limit Records (Ma ma ma make crack like this) Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee. Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha. (Beat starts) C Murder Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas) Neighborhood dope man I mean real niggas Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten Ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Never cook yo dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine. 1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow 2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powda is crack. Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked. Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times) Silkk My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla K) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C ??? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas guts They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I made crack like this Chorus Masta P Nigga Nigga never let a nigga Front you no dizos Start from the ground Work yo way up to a kilo Get some killas on yo team Keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope Without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight Treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G 5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money. Chorus. Fade Out. more free lyrics |
8. _ Eyes on Your Enemies
[Mia X] And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid >From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] more free lyrics |
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9. _ Gangstas Need Love
-Master P- (talking)
Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain't never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.
-Lawand/Mercedes-
Since you've been away I've been down and lonely
Since you've been away I've been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru?
I'm missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
Verse 1 - Master P -
Uhhhh, I got you livin' in mansions
Jumpin' out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, M
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10. _ Bourbans and 'Llacs
[Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped [Master P] (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin on some green spinach And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks [Silkk The Shocker] See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver Push the glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me And if you see me chilling you can stop me But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be This is for the playas [Mo B. Dick] Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Playa, play on I can't hate you homie [Lil' Gotti Gambino] Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, nigga Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa play on I can't hate you homie more free lyrics |
11. _ Captain Kirk
Intro: [Master P] Are you ready to boldly go, where no family has gone before? The Ghetto Enterprise has landed. Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat, Captain Kirk, has arrived. Women, if you're lucky, Captain Kirk will save you, and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me? Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!] 1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend] Master P: Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper, but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' captain? All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank, I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank. I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees, No Limit niggas don't say hoes, ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze... Fiend: Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk. Captain Smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin', come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage. Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act, and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back. On top of that, the bitch fat!!! Makin' a career off this nigga, and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga, go figga, all she wanted was that man to change, but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby. Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch. Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit. I bought her lunch the first time, but see there trick that's nuthin' but game, I hit it one time and they be callin' back, talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?". And she had the nerve to tell me, if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless, I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick, then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose. Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind, I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs. Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try to fuck. Take the game from this show bug, cuz Silkk ain't no love. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I take'em back and get the most love. And ain't no beam'em up Scotty, ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work. It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze), all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig, bring yo' Bebe kids cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in approximately five minutes. Chorus Verse Three: [Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!! my mama done got me bent. What the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with?, and where the fuck I went? Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD, if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus cuz you quick with that pleasure. You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride, I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL. I can't seem to satisfy you, bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!! They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it, this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do, give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through. Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin' behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin' been due. It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard, for me and the rest of my niggas. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work, This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk, NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus Outro: -Girl Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids, even though they ain't from you, baby my kids love you. Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV, I know you pay the rent. Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year, baby we need a brand new car boo, six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12. Oh I took that extra checkbook, I need my... hair, nails, toes did, I want a brand new house, a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream. I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners. [Master P] Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds, four, three, two, one. [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away] more free lyrics |
12. _ Let's Get Em
Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but we gonna break these niggas off. But, uh I need to go out and handle my buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here are rappin, or should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. This reality. You know what I'm sayin? Nigga when you say somethin about a nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. You know what I'm sayin? I mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh. Niggas know the real from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go. Niggas is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH. There they go There they go There they go UGGGHHH! Pass me them thangs Lets Get Em! 3 x I get swoll like a boulder Bitch I'm a soldier Yall runnin from the rollers I slang tapes like crack My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7 8 come back And the game wont change cause I'm the dopeman But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man TRU niggas dont talk shit We in the game stackin Gs Yall niggas still tryna get me With playas and hustlas But chall cant make no money Cause yall niggas BUSTAS! Hahm Bra The game wont change Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope Now yall buyin my shit out the record store And yo baby momma lovin me And everytime you turn on the TV I feel ya muggin me But I cant be stopped Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes Thats why I'm in the game, and I got mine And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch For 15% That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin coke a lees Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson What? Never leave without your Smith N Wesson. Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH And the man that go UGGH I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit we been doin Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth I piss on your porch, shit in your house Somebody said that you were talkin about me I heard that I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back I took a brain outta my own head Whip yo ass with one of my platts You mad cause I'm bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont understand 90 percent of this shit is your buisiness 10 percent of this shit is your timing Slangin tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker We gonna keep this bitch jammin Above the standard No Limit on the charts slammin Fuckin wit what we planned Well gonna leave you dead where you standin Aint that fool yall Whenever we have to fuckin talk We be silent Or should I say real silent Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey They mad cause they ho jock me They cant stop me So their result is to fuckin copy I say P where they at? There they go I spot em I got em Got EM! Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom See uh, you run your mouth Nigga, Ill be like nigga what! What Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us! They talk about one They talk about all of fuckin us Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck! See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off I was the devilest So what you sayin nigga I roll with niggas with big triggers Million dolla shit niggas with big figures Tru niggas Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back We dont fuck around we stay strapped Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at Wherever, whenever, however it goes I wash your mouth out with soap Rush to you outside know what I'm sayin No fuckin mo! Here we go All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what? A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. No Limit for life. T-R-U nigga And when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family. The muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family. Remember that. more free lyrics |
13. _ Pass Me Da Green
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers) Roll your blunts tight And light your joints Inhale...slowly exhale And that's how you get high. (clip from Friday) I know you don't smoke weed... I know this But I'm gonna get you high today Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 8X*} (Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0 Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried away Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty stomachs Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 4X*} Green trees pack wood, make cabbage I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac Got a hottie in the front and one in the back Blowin shotguns to me and my homie I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti Hoes down south must know voodoo cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 5X*} Y'all high yet? Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 3X*} Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy Nigga I said are y'all high yet? Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy {*repeat 3X*} Oh, you think you trippin now huh? You thinkin you hearing voices nigga? Well, if you is then you high nigga, but if you ain't more free lyrics |
14. _ After Dollars No Cents
Master P Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! more free lyrics |
15. _ Only Time Will Tell
[Master P] (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though I been out here hustling trying to get dough Got da game in my vein won't change little homies on the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would I die, would I roll, would i retire young, would a nigga get paid be the out come its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall i'm out here tryin to make me a little change stuck in this muthafuckin dope game would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes would a young nigga see P on the news I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled say its mafia damn what a bad deal so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat grab my gat kill off my enemies I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me niggas want P they better come and get me I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme its gonna either be your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) Niggas Die to make covers of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me Not fearing death, just not ready yet two stones to my brother, may his soul rest retaliation is a must fool (huh) some niggas don't play by no fucking rules in this game get so deep so we gotta ride Mama don't trip, don't even cry when its my time to go then I gotta leave but while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin trying figure out if they up there ballin My young niggas getting paid left da earth goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt church bells rangin hoes sangin my nigga's up there for gang bangin slangin dope, pushin cocalies got me stressin down on my knees its a risky life wit a fast pace but where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) [Sons of Funk] I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven will I see my friends or will i go to hell only time will tell [Mac] Head first in this world with my eyes impeel unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real will i survive or will the cold streets shake me will them niggas break me before the lord take me out this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come trapped in a double face not a place to run get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit I stuck with this rough shit screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace and now they tryin make waste of my face but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred i couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste cemetary gates all black suits and limos family tears and flowers no more shows and videos after parties hoes come to a cease young thug caught one slug rest in peace (Ughhhhh) (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) more free lyrics |
16. _ Make Em' Say Uhh!
*dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice* No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P P?! *said with disbelief* Yeah dis P! P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking* This ain't no motherfuckin P! Man, hang the phone up [MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah [MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) [Master P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz 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 haters and you bustas Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose In the projects niggaz anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier At ease now salute, this pass me the doja Chorus: Master P and No Limit Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) (repeat 3X) [Fiend] Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, 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 up My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2X) [Silkk the Shocker] P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW I'm not Eric B but guaranteed 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-nah-nah, don't trip After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh) They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz 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 motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!) Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through ?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!" Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We capitalize 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 Billboard This 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 niggaz Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma 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 Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Hi I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair Usin limos and choppers too I done paid my dues, but still played the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we We TRU soldiers, we don't die We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside The group goin hallelujah Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!! C 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, na-nah na-nah Chorus and fade more free lyrics |
17. _ Tryin To Do Something
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used ?????????? straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS more free lyrics |
18. _ Goin' Through Some Thangs
Chorus: [Master P] I'm going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs. I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs. Verse 2: [Master P] I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette and these G's on the streets, enemies, they'll take your life for a hundred C's I mean a hundred dollars or less the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest and now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy I'magine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby Never had a chance when I was 5 nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen pull the clip off a 30 round magazine Taught me how to deal with a triple beam and ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends I got the game in the bag that's so big nigga see my nuts it's like two figs swoll to the fullest, in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed), cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest. Chorus: [Master P} I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs Verse 2: [Big Ed] I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it clean back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess for enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction I'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson. Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck. I holds my own like I'm pissin' beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen They tryed to set me up, why did they push me? Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy rap me up between the sheets nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat. I shot the hoe who set me up I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope Chorus: [Master P} I'm going thorugh some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs (Mr. Serv-On) So if it seem, point the beam Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream Lean my body if they could, and wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest but if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me? She know these streets got me crazy I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change, to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein. Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go? and if I do, someone please close my eyes when I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor That's why I never trust a bitch cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip Ready to knock ya head off for that paper always down for a caper, Mr. S-E-R-V I'm going through some thangs, lord help me Chorus: [Master P} I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs [Master P talks] Going through somethangs, ya heard me? I done made it out the ghetto and every nigga that I know, that still there Think I owe them somthing and every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me or wanted to be, wanna be just like me They think I owe them something Every bitch I stopped fucking with, thank I owe them something Know what I'm sayin'? Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car Nigga can't even walk though the streets without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some I got mine, and you can get yours Motherfuckers in my family, they think a nigga just got boo-coo money, just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker that don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya own Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood you must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads But I'm bigger than that nigga I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga more free lyrics |
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