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1. _ Still Ballin'
{chorus 2x - krazy}
We some no limit soldiers
(we still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see no limit is an army
{master p}
Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut no limit still in the game
See i'm a money making nigga like bill gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil' beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' i'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the south i started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' i brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause no limit is a part of history
Chorus 2x
{krazy}
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and i'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch i'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready
{slay sean}
Out of control ever since i got out the hold
Fuck a p.o. i ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how no limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' new york
Niggas front on no limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart
Chorus 4x
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2. _ Would You
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3. _ Pockets Gone Stay Fat
[magic - talking]
I dare one of you say something bout me
Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on}
Don't be mad
These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on}
Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me
[hook 2x: magic]
Believe the nigga
These pockets gone stay fat nigga
See me and p we go way back, you best stay back
To you hatas muthafuck this is payback
[verse one: magic]
These niggas is hatin we like what ever
We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda
Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never
Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta
We got an essential because us niggas so clever
And make a mill break me off is how we stay together
I'm doing my own thing but me and p we forevea
Favor for favor we got this shit on lock
Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back
I go to church straped with a 45 glock
Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces
Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me
Hook 2x: magic
[verse two: master p]
Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together
Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and
I don't know why you hate me?
Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately
Only real niggas stand on my block
And home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock
Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with
Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with
These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
But if you fuck with mine i got a bag that will act right
Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently
But ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n
Hook 2x: magic
[verse three: magic]
Hatin get you no where
You niggas better hush
Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass touched
I don't want bust i wanna bet you down to mush
Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much
See magic from the nine where they don't mind dying
Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin
So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado
5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas
You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready
Your music is dull plus i'm sharp as a machete
Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get
The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me
Hook 2x: magic
[master p - talking]
Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper
When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune
Then ya'll speak on
Nigga know that we from the gutta
We made it to the butta
And that's why they mad at us
Tryin to keep us off mtv
Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye
But we street niggas
And we know how to hustle
We gonna always get ours nigga
Believe that
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4. _ Hush
[master p]
Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh?
Take one of mine and don't think i'm a take one of yours
Huh, might take three or four of yours
Lights out
[chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
[master p]
Now i done pissed on some graves and put some gats in some mouths
I done ran through the hood and made the rats come out
Now y'all think it's a fuckin game
These niggaz know why i came
I'm bout to knock on his door
And bust this bitch brains
This nigga done stole somethin from me
That i could never get back
See i remember the days me and my soldiers dressed in all black
Now if it's twenty five to life, i might do myself
Cuz i was a ghetto nigga, and some bad cards was delt
No milk from the bottle, momma had beer in her tittys
Now the more i smoke weed, i think these niggaz wanna get me
And i'm paranoid, for all the souls got taught
But should i sit down like a bitch, or revenge what i lost
{*gun shot*}
[chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
[krazy]
Get your people on the floor, i need fifty g's
Tell your mother fuckin daugher that she better not breathe
I'm full of greed, til' i get this fuckin paper out ya'
And i bet you tommorow they gone read about ya'
Three bodys found burned, with they tongue n head missing
When i cut ya' daughters throat, her body start pissin'
??? hit ya, i don't know why i just smoked your ass
But nigga called me on the phone, and said he had the cash
Oh shit, i told him meet me at the park
A black suit, some jason masks after dark
Nigga didn't bring the cops, so i guess he was stuck
Hit him fifty fuckin times, and i told him shhh...
[chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
[slay sean]
Assed out, no where to go with the gats out
Stashed out, ready and willing to mash out
Hit the crack house
Two in the spot, back out
One in the leg
Two in the head, blacked out
Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out
Stalling on me, hurry up pull them stacks out
Times runnin' out, sooner or later you assed out
Times up nigga, shhh.... lights out
[chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
Put the bullets in the ninety, nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, nigga hush hush
See we don't give a fuck, so nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
[master p]
Yea'... y'all cowards out there, hush
All y'all real niggas out there, hush
Do what you gotta do nigga, then hush
Haha, some mo' motherfuckin' fairy tales from ghetto postage nigga
With the motherfuckin' stamps on it, ya heard me?
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5. _ Life I Live
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6. _ Bout Dat
[silkk the shocker]
Niggas hear this
I want niggas to mug niggas
Like, what you lookin at?
[master p]
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
[chorus 2x: master p]
Bentleys and hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (vroom, vroom)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (bling! bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
[master p]
Drop platinum on the street, ghetto d and ghetto postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; i doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, i got dat
Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back!
We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz
Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin dodgin dem cops
Slangin tape till they pop
And we gon' ball till we drop (ya heard!)
Chorus
[silkk the shocker]
All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards!
Silkk and p equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics
Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich
Now i might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks
Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit
You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis
See we right where da block at
Right where da spot at
Right where it's hot i mean
Right where the cops at
Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat
Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (ha)
Chorus
[master p]
Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat
No limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, i doubt dat
Ride me out silkk
{silkk's voice sound effects)
Vvvrummm! vvvrummm!
Vvvrummm! vvvrummm! eeeerrrr!
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7. _ Poppin' Them Collars
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8. _ Roll How We Roll
[chorus: afficial]
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
[master p]
I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks
I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks
Ball in the nba on the streets slang quarters
Made espn for slangin 3's at vince carter
I got a car lot of benz's one in every color
My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer
I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz
But i still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like t. harris
They should call em arnold shwartzeneger cuz i carry gold 4-5's
And my mission in life is to make millions til i die
They should retire my jersey cuz everything i ship be platinum
And if you aint wit no limit you don't know what's happenin
Chorus:
[afficial]
F-l-a-l damn that's e-s
Still spit game get head up in the g-s
Rap game nice ball game nice
Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice
Even when im knowing im wrong im right right
You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight
And everywhere im going im hearin a a
Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare
16 guns got me 16 trials
16 boss got you 16 thous
16 shots get you 16 wholes
My wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know
Chorus:
[afficial]
Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game
Push my rover to the limit i abused the range
Change cars like my clothes including shoes
Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms
I love cash but go to jail just to workout
Get a year for g-p get big and get out
I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while
So i can go down south wit platinum teeth when i smile
Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches
Trucks so big i could scoot like 30 bitches
Yall money short like 30 midgets
Giani suit or no limit gear i do buisenss
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9. _ Souljas
[master p]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
Get down and give me ten private!
(where y'all at? where y'all at? where y'all at? where y'all at?)
[chorus: master p - army drill style]
I don't know what you've been told
(i don't know what you've been told)
But no limit soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(but no limit soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(where are all my whodis at?)
From the north to the south to the east to the west
(from the north to the south to the east to the west)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (knockin boots)
Shinin it out (n.. o.. l.. i.. m-i-t!)
[master p]
Unnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh!
See i'm a thug nigga, and i was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got beef nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't sleep nigga til i - have my enemies heart
I'm uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that c-p-3 and i'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right
[chorus]
[master p]
(what? what?) now how the war was won (huh) on, blocks in the hood
(huh) we got enemies (what) then it's, glocks we pulled
In god we trust nigga; i ain't got no friends (ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? i'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (ya heard me?)
Unnnnnngggggh!
[chorus]
[master p]
Them down south souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them east coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them west coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
This no limit army's who you fuckin wit!
Wild out.. wild out.. no limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
Out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) lah lah
(all the way to the motherfuckin top of the charts ya heard me?)
Dj's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
Dj cut the fuckin lights off cause i'm through!
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10. _ I Don't Give Ah What
[intro- master p]
Oh yeah, i done delivered the mail, all platinum
Ghetto postage wody
And i can't do nothing for the 2 g'z but make every ghetto bounce
Turn it up, what what what
Bounce!!!
[chorus]
Wooday, i don't give a fuck no mo'
Wooday, ima bout to slang this dope
Woody, from the north to the south we go
Woody, from the east to da west we roll
[verse 1]
Now when i do this thang ima do it wild
And i ain't rakim but i can move da crowd
And when i'm having sex, i make stomachs growl
Now how long can i go, about a couple of miles
Screaming all night long, saying bomb bomb bomb
Saying go big daddy, wont you take me home
Now if this ain't love, lets go to the motel
And if you feeling kinda freaky lets do it on the way there
I like to bark with women, like i'm bow wow
And i keep my nine cocked, goes pow pow
Ima souljah, i thought i told ya
You find me sippin' on the 40's or blowing on the dolja
Find me at a party with a pool of bitches
I'm the ghetto bill gates, went from rags to riches
Call me ???????? , still throw them thangs
Nigga i'm flexing in a rolls, but still flossin' my chain
It's nolimit til' the day that i die
Screaming c-p-3 thats the way i ride
All my uptown warriors, where y'all at
Cause we never leave the house with out our gat
Ya heard me!!!
[chorus1- x2]
[chorus2]
Uh no stoppin' no stoppin'
I'm from the south where them girls be boppin'
Take off your braw hoe show them tits,
And wobble that thang like the baddest bitch
[verse 2]
See i'm a killer, and i don't give a fuck no mo'
It's 2 g'z, i had to fuckin' change my flow
Money, i already got the doe
Nigga platinum, three million went out the door
Nigga ball, i balled in the nba
Nigga hustle, i hustled from the south to the bay
That nigga c-e-o, y'all fill in the blank
Who i'm with, i'm with the motherfuckin' tank
[chorus1- x2]
[chorus2]
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11. _ Problems
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12. _ It Don't Get No Better
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13. _ Always Come Back To You
Chorus:
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk c and me got you on our arms forever
Chorus:
We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on tupac
Biggie smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy e died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone
Chorus:
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14. _ Twerk That Thang
shake it from the south from the north to the east
Twerk it to the west from club to the street
(chorus)2x
Shake that thang
Twerk that thang
Wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang
Shake what your momma gave ya
You look good thats why they hate ya
(master p)
You found a bitch wit ????
With that ass g shaking
Put that hump in your back
And you n your girl trade places
Drop it like its hot
Shake it to they pop
In the back of the club
From the bottom to the top
???????? see im ready for that
Bend over touch your toes
Let that monkey out the dress
No panties , no thong
I mite take ya home
We could do rite and we could do wrong
Like thug girl dat mite get down
You gotta couple ????? we might do a couple rounds
Them girls be actin bad
On the dance floor shacking ass (huh)
In the club whodi gettin the cash (what)
Balling them goochies and no limit bag (huh)
(chorus) 2x
(master p)
Big bodys on chrome
Tattoos on my arm
My boonapliss at the tele
My bobuski at home
Ima bout to act a donkey
I like the chocolate like brown
But the trunk actin donkey
Quick qurves like a coke bottle
I mean dick like a stallion
But treated like a supermodel
Make the waiter drop the dranks
Make crippeled old man take walks to the banks
Shake it in the morning shake it in the evening
Ill play georges she can play weesy
Ride it like a bike
Twerk it all night
Grab the wall im from the left to the right
(chorus) 2x
Master p talking till rest
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15. _ My Three Uncles
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16. _ My Babooski
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17. _ The Real
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18. _ Golds In They Mouth
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19. _ Soulja Boo
{master p}
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe
The soulja boy never let you go
You gotta man he ain't got to know
And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)
Chorus: 2x
{master p in the background of chorus until chorus is done}
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!
{erika fox}
The way - you - make - me - feel
Make me wanna run wit you
Such a boy can i roll wit you
*i'm always lovin' you <2nd time thru
{master p}
[verse 1]
Check it out
You and ya girls come follow me
I'm the ghetto bill gates, they call me master p
I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z
I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold
Platinum on the wrist, bentley in the dri-i-i-ve
I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve
We no limit soldiers till the day that we die
And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high
Chorus:2x
{master p}
[verse 2]
How do you do my senorita
Finally say "i'm glad to meet ya"
Take you out the ghetto and then i'll treat ya
I won't let you cry and i'll never beat ya
Ya got a man, i hope he can keep ya
Hit me on the cell or on the beepa
Roll a 600 benz to the spot i'ma freak ya
Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!
Chorus:2x
{erika fox}
I'll be your soulja girl
Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy
I'll be your soulja girl
{erika fox}
[verse 3]
I need a soulja boy ready to go to war
A fire boy with 20'z on his car
When i need some love he won't be far
I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)
Talk that talk, but keep it real
And never stop but plays the bills
And i love the way he makes me feel
Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real
Chorus: 2x
{master p}
Hook1: 3x
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 ha!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
{master p in background behind himself talking}
Hook2: 4x
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2
{master p}
Hook3: 4x
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! <- (rhythm of the music)
No limit soldiers can't be stop
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Chorus:2x (without master p in the background)
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20. _ Intro (ghetto Postage)
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21. _ Don Is Back
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