Ghetto's T

(master p)
I don't know where i'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing i knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game i can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
And when i die they say i'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause i refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See i been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
And when i leave the house you know i'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought i'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality i guess i damn lost it all
Just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah they killed him g
I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the p
And if they do i guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood
You know the ghetto's tryin to kill me

Chorus: repeat 2x

The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me

(master p)
I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
But i can't because the game gives me dividends
See in the game my hella partnas depend on me
So when i go out i'm going out like my dead homies
Forty g's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the p is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me master p, killer call me al capone
Because when i die they probably won't remember me
But while i'm here those marks can't fade the p
You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the p you get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me

Chorus: repeat 2x

(silkk)
I lost 2 brothers in the gear and i can't cope
I try to go straight, but i still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as i hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool i smocked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if i'm going out i'm going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because silkk riding on those thangs
Having visions on how i'm going to die g
Will i die up in this game or will i die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a p, y'all should feel me
I ain't paranoid, i know this ghetto is tryin to kill me

Chorus: repeat 4x

Yeah like my partna too $hort said
"get in where you fit in
Just remember life is too $hort"

Verse 1 (master p)

Four niggas in the chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master p killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where i'm from the manor central soutside of the rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause i'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as i creep slow
But if you run up on the p
Yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping

(chorus)

Late night creeping (creeping)
Should i say jacking or should i say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats

Verse 2 (master p)

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the p i don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, i ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine i be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping

(chorus)

Verse 3 (master p, lil'ric)

I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, i sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps i will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead i'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in the rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the p put the rich on the giggety map

Lil' ric

Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga lil ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever i can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
And let this shit fuckin clear

Verse 4 (big ed)

Late night creeping big ed and master p
P has got his tech i got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in the bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like emmitt
Hitting like bonds cause i have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, i'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause i'm tru
And everybody in my crew a tru g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, i'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and p and we late night creeping

(chorus)

Silkk (talking) :

Let's go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers
Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20
(*coughs* i can't do that fool)

Verse 1:

I'm out of dank, my 40's halfway gone
I called my boy king up on the mobile phone
Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag
Careful don't twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass
And 5 0 run up on a nigga g
They ain't catching niggas like the fucking piggety p
See i be ballin' ballin' ballin' through the richtown
She got the gat some motherfuckers better lay down
Laying candy on the stripes with the giggety fold
I'm riding dayton's sideways 'till they giggety old
To get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank
Cause if it don't stank, then it ain't real dank
I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga
Get the gauge for the jackers, show'em chrome triggers
Motherfuckers in the game straight clocking cheese
Like rbl say niggas don't smoke no damn more weed

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga

Verse 2:

Pass me the bud, i'm on the green leaves
I wanna feel like i'm swimming the fucking seven seas
Chronic sack and i'm fucked with the indo
You ain't down with the mob, you out the window
It's a drought so we ain't sharing our fucking chronic sack
Put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack
A head rush, better duck, once again it's on
Master p danked out, mr. al capone
With the indonesia
Going up the strips with the bitches and the skeezars
Gettin' you perked up off the diggety dope
Ain't giving a fuck about the jackers and the 5 0
And most niggas get yiggety yanked
I get 3 for 2, when i buy my diggety dank
Grab the gat, i need a 40, bought to get toast
Sideways (sideways) to the liquor store

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga

-if we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-but we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-we a threat to society
-they ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in america
-you see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-but only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
-in other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-see we successful black businessmen
But we also mercenary soldiers

(chorus)

Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(my pops say)

Verse 1 (master p)

I sell stones out, i'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, master p he fucking ??
Besides them g's, i'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That i could go gold
Platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this m16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from new orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause i'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps

(chorus x3)

Verse 2 (mystikal)

Nigga tell me what you gone do
Its just me and you, you and i
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
Flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
Tell your fucking boys don't move
Cause like a rug i got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
Back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
If you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move i'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's i just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up

(chorus x3)

Verse 3 (silkk)

Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am i
Silkk the shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see i be counting money like a machine
No how i'm saying i got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what i'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and i sell it for 18
You know what i'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
You know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but i still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how i'm saying, 4 g's and i run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until i done it
And its cool i gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way i gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him

(chorus)

(chorus)

Ain't no party like a no limit party
Cause the no limit party is the shit
All the niggas say bitches
All the bitches say nigga
Everybody else shut the fuck up

Verse 1

Sideways through the cut with my giggety glock
Never giving a fuck i'm bout to let off 5 shots
Motherfucker in the parking lot talking shit
Get my gat i wouldn't give a fuck, i'm going giggety click
On his ass for the 9 0
Giving a fuck cause we all like the fine hoes
Drop g's on they ass with my ski mask
And as the sucker try to duck and dodge the diggety task
But i ain't fucking with the popos hit the floor
Watch them motherfuckers see me at the side show
Spinning daytons on the block with my giggety glock
As a nigga let off bout 17 shots
And as these motherfuckers make a move and choose me
But i ain't tripping cause the p packs an oozie

(chorus)

Verse 2

Me and my partners mobbing should i say robbing
4 g's and the lack and you know we keep our head bobbing
15's in the trunk with the diggety dump
Got the gat on my side just in case some nigga starts some funk
But we ain't tripping on that kike shit
Never giving a fuck about a nigga or a motherfucking broke bitch
We'd rather clock g's and smoke dank weed
And be higher than a bird or the seven seas
Giggety locs with the gat we ain't tripping bitch
Never giving a fuck i got the mind of a lunatic
And as i roll through bitch with my 40
Cause ain't no motherfucker like a no limit party

(chorus)

Verse 3

Now hold me back, 94 i came fat
Worldwide and you player hating marks you can't fade that
With the giggety boat i'm gone tell your giggety ??
Put like 5 on the motherfucking tigggety tiggety o
Straight macking dollars i be stacking
Four bitches in the back and you know we all packing
Hit it sideways like i left the highways
Crazy horse to drink with a little oscar mayte
So much dank smoke i couldn't see the freak show
Had to tell the cutie to meet me back at the other door
?? hitting on the booty
5 minutes later stank bitch wanna do me
But i ain't tripping, i'm bout to hit like scottie pippen
And put my sheepskin on in case i go skinny dipping
And grab my 40 and tell her get up off me
We don't love them hoes, it ain't nothing but a party

(chorus)

Yo jt tell her to give me a 7 up man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us
Man it was large as shit

Verse 1 (jt the bigga figga)

Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing
So i understand you had a plan to rip up potential
Players in the game without no shame to fault me
Realize that they surprised that you tried to salt me
I backed up off ya, i seen ya coming
Doing a 100 or more running, so now i'm gunning
If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played
Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade
Afraid of who is what you ask me
Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you didn't know
Representing getting low, p nigga hit the floor

Verse 2 (master p)

Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers jealous cause they know the p is deep up in it
On my way to filmore to see jt
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators
Imitators man i mean player haters
You know the type, that's quick to fucking give you dap
And all the while, they ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the p ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesite
And make love to your bitch almost every night
Caught you slipping and you died like a perpetrator
On your tombstone should read player hater

(chorus)

I ain't saying no names
Its alot of player haters ain't true to the game

Verse 3 (master p)

Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move don't budge don't even flinch
Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends
I should put you on your back once they get your scraps
Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat
And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold
But don't trip cause that's just a bad episode
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke
At sometime you die in this game for selling dope
But if you don't sell dope, than you gotta kick it
And them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick it

Verse 4 (san quinn)

Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this
Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit
Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya
Lets hit that niggas field
Coming from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel
My ?? of real is a step away from nothing happened
Pick up the mic and get to rapping
Stepping like the?? making all these hoes something vicious
Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness
You taking winners to ?? while i caught myself
Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest to make way
Before i break him down with the og russian cickle
When the shit don't tickle
My show won't pickle and i ain't no buster
You player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustler

And its like that for the 94 nigga

(repeat 3x)

And its like that and its like that
And you player hating niggas don't like that