99 Ways To Die

Hahahahaha
That nigga master p back in the house for the 9-5 shot


Well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond, california where us youngstas slang that cocaine
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
Roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split
Especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them george washington, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson,
Grant, ben franklins
Find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
The ghetto's trying to kill me
And if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
Come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not dr. dre but richmond, california's death row
You got niggas packin heat
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
And the game get thicker
When you think its all good
Down bows another nigga
To the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but i'm not scarface g
But i've seen alot of niggas die
Richmond, california the town of the homicide
Got me caught up in a shuffle
Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
I'm too deep to quit
Cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits


Dead presidents
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Dead presidents
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents


Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
Khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
And on my stomach spells t-r-u
That's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
That jumped out this game of crack
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
And we aint takin no shorts
Independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
Distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
But there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
Mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
You can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
I cock a-k's make niggas run for they duece
And them blue signs is thicker
Cause when you think it's all over, i be the bounty picker
Wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
When you fools was fadin, i was sendin niggas to death row
Committin homicides and drive-bys
Livin with ?????
But still slanging that fuckin pie
And got more bitches than you
So what the fuck you runnin on my set
Talking that hoe shit fool
And no limit only means the beginning
Cause when the other niggas is fading
We just beginning
Got more juice than ojay
Got more four than fourplay
Got more game than m.j.
And like cube say today will be a good day
25 g's for a key
Hook it up and meet king george, 23rd street
Straight up a-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
Ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
And we bout to chop the top off
This motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
Oh, and them hoes is the side show
And bustas gettin beat down
Niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
And we sicker than sickery
Tricker than trickery
Catch you slippin bitch than you history
Cuase i got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for p
And the game get deep
How can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
You gotta watch your ass
And if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
And watch close to your enemy
Cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you g
And the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
But don't tell a nigga where your stash

You know what i'm saying if ya'll in the game
To all my niggas out their in the game
Ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can

(chorus plays as p talks)

Yea, i got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the rich
Know what i'm sayin
All my niggas out there in oakland, frisco
And all them hustlas thats rollin with me
The tru click, king george, c-murder, calli-g, silkk, big ed
And ya'll know the ice cream man is outtie 5,000

Got to say what up to k-lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit

Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what i'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment for your punk ass


My nigga ski whats up
My nigga c whats up
My nigga p whats up
I'm read to tear shit up
Coming straight from the land of the o-a-k
And now listen to ral, ruler of the bay
No matter where you at, be it rain or snow
On a motel floor with a front row hoe
Partna pull out, get up, i want your undevided
Forget the nut, i got the shit to ride with
Let me tell you bout this little fool i know
He was swift and fast, always on the go
Anybody was his target, just to let you know
To make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
He was all about peace, nothin more or less
Always headed for your head, to avoid the vest
He was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame
Get in his way, you're shot on the spot
Cause he has no name

Chorus: 4x
Hollow tips in ya, bang!
So duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
Cause bullets got no name


Cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
You got your name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be playing
Bodies will be laying
Cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating
Run up and get the four-four
Open his chest with the full metal jacket
And put that nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
My bullets have no name
So your partners better scatter bitch
So motherfucker now you know i'm from the o
Got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
So think again if you think that you can handle
Get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
Kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
Shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will
I check my steel cause i feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master p warned a nigga so now i gots the uzi
Motherfuckers wanta do me
But run up and get some slugs from a nigga
You thought was your homie
Ain't no love in this town huh
So you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh
Yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga
You fuck around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
Keep your partnas out this shit
This bullet has no name

Chorus 4x


About yay short, about yay tall
About so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
Hk's pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
Cause ain't no love in this dope game
Young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
So when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
You better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
Or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 o'clock news
Took out the game, i run the game of life
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
Heroine and crack, and out to do ??????
And the music shit don't change
Cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
So what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa red and no limit records
I mean some real niggas
Done hooked up, out to make some bucks
Off the record, on the record
Master p can back it up
E-40 said 1 luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's either some nigga, some bitch
With a bloody red shirt
Or under the fuckin white sheet
This shit won't change
Cause it'll happen again fuckin next week
And these bullets aint gots no names
And these niggas in my hood wanta live like john wayne
You got your gat, we got our gats
And we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata


Chorus 5x

[master p]
Hoe games, hoe games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

[master p]
It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners
Niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits i got ya
Buster you know i cant trust ya
If you was a bitch you know i cant trust ya
Suckers tried to play the p like a fuckin clucker
When im the dopeman go ask your brother
Ask st. charles hot to be bald
Suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls
Gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo
Bitches didnt wanna ride when the p was in the pinto
Now i got a lexus, took a trip to texas
The p done went big time and fools wanna wreck this
Its all legit, no limit makes the hits
But suckers wanna talk shit why, because im rich

[chorus]
Players hate to see a player make a mil man
If you ask me that aint nothin but some hoe games

Hoe games, hoe games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

[silkk]
Niggaz play hoe and get fucked
If hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up
Fool kinda mad cause i puts in work
I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk
Now niggaz wanna play games
Bitch im quick to get em up fuck rap and fame
Still that g silkk riding on them thangs
Roll up a swish park my shit then hang
Nigga im always strapped, hoe i never skinny dip
And for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip
Hate to see me clock a grip
Hate to see me get rich
Hate to see me pull a hoe
Hate to see me pull this bitch
Player haters need to keep them games in the arcade
If i put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played
A g to a g i mean a g to a hoe
And you can come up to me in the 94'
And get some more game and throw away the hoe shit
And leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch

[chorus]

[king george]
Niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes
Smile in my face up frony mout clothes
Now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers
911 only hoes got ya
Prepare for the battle, you get streched out
I wont let it rest til its wire in your mouth
You know who you are i wont say no
Names in vain cease with hoe games

[chorus]

[c-murder]
Now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit
I see more and more niggaz get they wig plit
I got cash but i aint got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass
And move to another city brown nose bitches stay the
Fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass
To the record store jealous motherfuckers
Running they mouth getting they nuts off
I cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff
Take this advice before you talk behind my back
Cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked

[chorus]

Master p:
'73 caddie with the top dropped
Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
Who he was?
I couldn't see
But i knew one day that would be me
Had more game than the average bro'
And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
Straight killa, i mean for real 'a
He kept his cash in the top of his brilla
I mean his dime was tilt to the side
And when he walked on the turf it was swowl, i mean smooth
Striaght fool, got more bitches than payless got shoes (damn)
I guess i got my game from an og
It's the 90's and everybody know p
Independent but can't be stopped
But how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause i'm tru to this
No limit, my click we ain't new to this
King george, young silkk, and cali g
Big ed, c-murder, and master p
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (from the streets man)
Just a player with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man

Simply dre':
If it don't make dollars, don't make sense
I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends

Master p:
Tryin' to get it
Got to get it
Got to have it
Might steal it
Might take it
Got to have it
Got to grab it
Let me have it

Simply dre':
I'm just a playa with some game, oh?
Master p (silkk the shocker):
A g to the heart out to get a grip
(but silkk has got your back in case y'all just might slip)
Come one come all, that's how we ball
(so hop in your ride and i'll meet you at the playa's ball)
That's how we roll
(easy come, easy go)
Don't have your pass
(then y'all won't be gettin' in the door)
See it's a playa's thing
(and it's a g thing)
And we gon' party all night, and drink champagne
(don't need no carriage)
Straight savage
(you know us playas in the bay, you know we livin' lavish)
Parlayin', not playin', east bay hustlers getting' paid for what we
Sayin'
Were movin' young flakes up to the street
Across the world, ship for smg
Down south, to the east coast, from the west coast to rich and million
People
Og's puttin' in work
Like some brand new panties under halle barry's mini-skirt
Still hoo-ride, with that gangsta beat
Short spice got theirs i want mines g
Still got love for my folks
Lil' ric, e-a-ski, and sonya c
Big worm, young ric, b-boy, mac spoon, my whole click
Og's gotta come fat
Put the town on the map
The whole richmond got my back
Just some playa with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man

Simply dre':
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends

Master p:
Got to get it
Got to have it
Might steal it
Got to take
Got to grab it
Cause you know i've got to have it

Simply dre':
He's just a playa with some game
Talkin' 'bout master p

Master p:
A real playa gone, put to rest
Kv ain't too cool to wear a vest
Playa haters, caught 'em on the back street
Before he left me, this is what he said g

King george:
Check this out youngster
The game is only thick as you want it to be
Playas don't die, we multiply
There's a million playas around the world
??? only playa haters fall off
You see what i'm sayin'? (i see what ya sayin' man)

Simply dre':
You better listen

Master p:
Draped in gold (gold)
Rollin' fo's (fo's)
Caught light song as we roll to his funeral (to his funeral)
It's a sad day, but we alright (alright)
Lexus coupe, benz's, roll's tight
Candy paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, i'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the playa ball (to the playa's ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral, we don't cry
Just talk to the younger players and hope that they realize

Simply dre':
Ya gotta keep your game tight, if ya wanna be a playa
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no, no)
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no, no)
And ya heard it from a playa with some game (uh-huh)
I'm just a playa with some game

It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
And i don't even even think i can go on
Cause it hurts
To lose someone you love to this madness
And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final test
Hands got cold, god rest his soul
He walked out his body to another another episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end

Chorus:
I wish i could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish i could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side-to-side
But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side-to-side
It might be you
The next victim to ride in that black ride

Just another homicide for the west county times
Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep, i toss in my sleep
But would a young young live to see 2-3
Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies
Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball
Only fifteen, already got fiends
And workin' the ghetto like jack stalk could work some beans
Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride
Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name
Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath

Chorus

Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
You know the way he died, the same way he lived
Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve
Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright
But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted, and i sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock
Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock
Now he's gone, amazing grace his last song
Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home
4 limos, 3 cutlass, 2 el doggs, a cop and the hearse
Everybody had they lights on
And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved
His family cryin', but everybody gots to die
But you won't feel what they feel
'till somebody in your family dies

Chorus