Ice Cream Man

(master p)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas bun b., pimp c, i mean u.g.k
Done hooked up with master p
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from texas to new orleans

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who i be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats bout it, i mean these no limit soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)
Y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
Now i'm space-aged pimping but not eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing ain't nothing but a hobby
Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 wranglers
Now you all screwed up like dj skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where i'm from a little town called new orleans
But blowing up like b-12
Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
I'm a have to break you off somethin'

(hook)
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)

(pimp c)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp c bitch now what the fuck you said
Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm looking at dead, i'm fully auto
Tommorow i got court, i ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the po-po's all the shit we did
I'm looking at rape, i'm looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp c bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'

Hook

(bun b.)
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and your local p-d
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p
Sipping on gin and kiwi
Fuck popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-d
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga

[master p talking]

Ugh
Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in cali
You know what i'm saying
Richmond california
My little partners be rolling like silkk fool

Verse 1 [master p]

6 deep hittin switches, thats how us g's ride
Candy paint with them gold daytons side to side
Niggas straight fucking bumpin
Niggas trippin, think i'm from compton
I'm from that southside of richmond where that hang ya
Put you in a motherfucking 6 inch slanger
Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some chesse
Break me off some ends before i make your ass bleed
>from your nose to your mouth up and outtie
Niggas talking shit cause master p is gettin rowdy
Got the southside, hoop ride throwin' a 40
Niggas gangbangin like they straight retarded
Throwin up signs, niggas in line
Bitches hollerin' hoo-ride, niggas steady dying
I'm from the southside 23rd street
And my little homie tony from the hills, may he rest in peace
No longer with the crew or the click
But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click
And get them thangs and hang ya
Fuckin' round, keep 1 up in the chamber
Richmond niggaz don't play cuz we ballin'
And i got this thang sowed up from new orleans
Coming like a southside gator
And when we roll on your spot, beware of the tru terminators

Chorus (master p) :

6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side

Verse 2 [silkk the shocker ]

Well it's friday, i'm sideways about the highway
Bitchs doing it my way, got 2 for 5, everyday all day
Cuz i gots to get paid, gets mine in the 9, thats why i stay strapped
Everyday i gots to put it down, it be like that
I have a pocket full of stones, i gots like clock now
It was kinda hot outside so i had to puts the top down
I be like breezin' threw the east bay
R-i-c-h-m-0-n to the c-a, that's where i still be at each day

Chorus:

6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side

Verse 3: [big ed]

Big ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the hilton
On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
Now i'm rollin', holdin' onto a fat nickel plated 9
I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the 1 time
So when a brother rolls up, hold up
Don't make me plug your trick ass like a donut
See big ed's about that mint green
Got them hoes' fiending for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine
Killa pussy got 'em slippin up in the hood
Them green berets up in richmond, i know they up to no good
Tried to jet me on that down low
I have more niggas shootin's up your set then the feds did at waco
Player haters could never stop me
Cuz i'm a no limit nigga and got more crew then motley
So if you ever try to play me like a hoe
I'm hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow

Chorus:

6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us g's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side

[master p talking]

And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy,
Cuz yall niggas spinning daytons,
(no limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf,
(soldier for life, no limit 4-life)
And for all yall niggaz that done sold out,
We be keeping it real,
Independent, black owned,
Running our own shit,
We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready,
How many yall niggas can say that?
I just might drop something tomorrow

[master p]
Uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem
Y'all niggas bout it (i started this bout it, bout it)
If you bout it (get em up), i mean you bout it, bout it
(that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it

I represent, its 1990-skrilla
It's master p and they labeled me a drug dealer
Cause i'm bout it, i mean i'm rowdy
I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
We doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what)
We in the studio rippin' up dope tracks
Cause we real, you betta guard your grill
Cause if we bout it, bout it
If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed
I represent (t-r-u) where them killas at
3rd ward, uptown, calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain't no softy
Betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard g
I got killas in the projects sellin' water
I got niggas from new orleans to florida
Bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)
I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
You betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it
I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
Lay you on the floor and tell you
Bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
Put the pistol to your head
Ain't no love where i'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', i mean they fryin'
Gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin'
Cause their little boy is dead
Cause that color blue or red
And wanta do waht them other ballas said
To make some snaps, i mean to make some money
To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
You want that beat in, ain't no way out
But death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
If you bout it, say you bout it
I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it

C-murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big ed you know he's bout it, bout it (bhudda
Nigga ????, that nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin)
Big man and the caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)
Mercy caller you know he's bout it bout it
And cali-g in california is bout it, bout it
Mo b. dick (if you bout it) you know he's bout it bout it
Nick pokey you know he's bout it bout it
Klc of the parkway is bout it, bout it
And mr. serv-on is bout it bout it
And rasheen and the mack know yas bout it bout it
Sonya-c you know she bout it bout it
Silkk the shocker you know he's bout it bout it
And mia x is bout to kick some flava (she's rowdy, rowdy)

[mia x]
Niggas know that i'm bout it already, i can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all know i come to do shit
Mia x representin', puttin' it down for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel like voice, come across
Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep em sick from the way i kick my shit
And klc got em scared cause he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
No limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette
With that pimpstress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beaucoup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
Fel a taste from drame scenes
Infared beams aimin' at your forehead
Ain't no fuckin' country boys
Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
Puddles froma fuckin' ????
Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
I really can't call it, cause once the gumbo be grieven
A nigga start ballin'
Strike up the second line band
And put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood

[master p]
Bitch i been bout it, i mean we bout it, bout it
From kansas city to st. louis they bout it, bout it (they rowdy)
Down in memphis you know they bout it bout it
From l.a. to alabama they bout it bout it
Washington to carolina to georgia (they bout it)
Cincinnati, port arthur, to florida
Chattanooga, ohio, detroit (do that gangsta walk)
Lexington kentucky to louisville (you bout it) you know they bout it bout it

I mean they rowdy (break it up)
From richmond california to san francisco, to oakland they bout it bout it
Down in houston they bout it bout it
The northside, the southside, you know they bout it bout it
From dallas to waco to austin (they been bout it)
To jackson to mississippi them niggas flossin' (means they bout it)
B and m's on triple-gold and they bout it
That's how these gangstas roll
From lafayette to lake charles to chicago to florida
To batton rouge to shreveport to new orleans (they bout it)
They bout it, (they rowdy) i mean they rowdy
In little rock, arkansas they bangin' i mean they bout it
My homie tre-8, they bout it
Loony skull dugrey you know that fool is bout it
Ken frank, raw wayne, jeff b, mean green, dj roe, greg streep
Levi, may he rest in peace
And all the other motha-niggas that are dead
Like my little brother kevin miller that was bout it bout it
Bout it (bout it bout it)

[mo b. dick]

Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.

Verse 1: [master p]

I remember back in the days it wasn't like that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
Cause they blastin', life is like plastic
But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket
Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
Who would live to see the long age of 23?
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
On your tombstone would read rest in peace sam
But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead
Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red
Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
Your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered
With this game that i spit, shoot out, don't quit
Now you a victim of society another statistic
I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street
The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete
I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies
Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby

Chorus: [master p & mo. b dick]

Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

Verse 2: [master p]

Watch you back in the ghetto black
Open the box, mom's ain't nothing to eat
Back in the day, i thought we was a family
My little brother on the street corner selling crack
Only 15 used to be a quarterback
I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie
I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me
Started tweakin said that she needed crack
Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black
I stay tru 2 da game you devils' can't see me
I put that on my mom, i put that on my gold teeth
My homies bangin' ,no respect for the american flag
But they kill over that blue and red rag

Chorus:

Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

Verse 3: [master p]

I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood
Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot
Now days catch the aids and your time will stop
My lil homies doin time, 25 with a l
A victim of the system, i'd rather die and go to hell
I try to be legit and start my own company
'till these sucker want to bump into p
They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do
How could another person tell you what to do
I could tell you to rob or steal or kill
Thats like pointin' the finger at jack or jill
For being the first person on this little earth
Is like askin' mary why she had to give birth
And who would be the next victim to lose his life
And who would be the next one to make a life
But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid
So one day they can grow up and make it big
But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
Cause y'all know we livin in the last days g

Chorus:

Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

That

-uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-nigga, its time to roll
-pass me them nigga chasers
-time to do a 187
-its time for a murder
-if you a g nigga, load your shit up

Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
And goin crazy, niggas can't phase me
If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your final call, i mean your final breath
And when i hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday all day i'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game
Cause i be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you dead bitch
You bust up my chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live, psyche

Chorus:
It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights)
I think i see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive slow)
I think i see the enemy (dim the lights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think i see the enemy (roll down the window)
This will be your last drink, nigga (roll down yo window)

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it i'm from the southside
To richmond, california niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck
Get you nose swollen, i mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we g's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause i'm tru, bullets in my vein
See my tattoo, tru cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money
But ready to roll with my homies
And after the party, once again its on g

Chorus

I'm gone off that doja, i think i see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder
I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that no limit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "the running man"
But if you ain't schwarzenegger, bitch this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when i catch you, you murdered
Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle
Got cho' head weaving and wobbling
Crying, you scared to die you slobbin
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright

Chorus

[master p]
Check this out playa.
These niggas be quick to check another playa ya know what i'm sayin?
But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin with?
That bitch that they be buying all that jewelry for
And gettin they hair fixed.
That's goin be that bitch that's gonna get em killed
If they don't watch what they doin.
Ya know what i'm sayin?
See what i'm sayin though.
You gotta watch these old cornroll head bitches man.

[mo b. dick]
Chorus
Fools ph'in, rollin on dayton's, but you better watch dees hoes x2

[master p]
(some of these hoes jack)
Wendy look cool but this is a bad move
Jump in your benz and pick up another dude
Ain't that some shit g
That bitch say she loves you now she loves me
And the game get wicked
She only fuckin with a nigga cause you slangin chicken
And if you was broke then you would know
That bitch only hangin with a nigga cause he slang dough
And wipe off that develish grin
Cause when you dead and gone she'll be fuckin your best friend
Now that's kinda hectic
Make me wanna pop a bitch neck and move back to texas

[mo b. dick]
Chorus x2

[silkk]
Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too
They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who
Now um what, a nigga like me tru
So i don't play that game that you hoes play
But i won't stay where you stay
Now this be the time where the 9 be like buckin
I gots no time to play i use these hoes when i be duckin
Fuck what, these hoes be like scandelous, i don't understand it
Niggas be riding by my sel, some of these hoes be like man it
When silkk be at the crib countin my stack up
Bangin my sack up, you hoes better back up before i leave you jacked up

[mo b. dick]
Chorus x2

[mr. serv-on]
Do you see what i see
Along with silkk and p
Do you know what i know
Definately not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if i'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my prego nots
Once i hit that g spot, you know i'm long like some stretch pots
I ain't trippin if some hoes look like robin givens
I'm shootin a three to the grill like scottie pippen
Hell yeah i'm trippin
My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip
Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend
We can fuck till the end and when the morning comes
If you flakin bitch i'm a leave your whole fuckin body shaking

[master p]
Damn, yall niggas better be watchin these old bitches
That be tryin to get a nigga for cabbage and cornbread.

[mo b. dick]
Chorus x2

[tre-8]
Now since i'm gettin paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me
Claimin that they pregnant and them hoes just met me
I hate to bust your bubble and i hope your not emberrassed
But i only fucked you once so why you talkin bout marriage
I only hit and run bitch i'm too young to chill
And i never say i love ya cause i know it ain't for real
So chill with that dumb shit cause i'm the one that run shit
And i ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with
Dumb bitch
I guess you figure i'm a pimp right
So don't playa hate me, bitches get your shit tight

[mo b. dick]
Chorus x2

[chorus x 4]

Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse

[verse 1]

The p rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
Man get that mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4
I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz i'm crazy
Girl you ain't got my cash
You won't see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies i mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when i walk on the set
Bitch i'm gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm aimin' that tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
I'm kickin' doors down
Tryna' get my money
Leavin' fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
Or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz i don't give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin'
That's why i had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
Tha m-a-ster to the muthafuckin' p
And i ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my d

[chorus x 4]

[verse 2]

Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good g
That's when i told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater
But i ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them i ain't fakin'
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin' in the back
I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
Headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
Think i see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
But i ain't even trippin' cuz i ran through clear view
Stopped at egg-zone tried to get some gas
That's when i see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told b to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain't scarface but got the money and the power
They call me nino brown
Or fuckin' frank nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city

[chorus x 4]

Am i my brothers keep (x 6)