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1. _ Trust Nobody
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up bitch all your getting is a luck pass
Trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the ski & cmt you said fuck it
Only came around when things was kinda cool
But did you really think i'd go out like a fucking fool
Oh hell no, i kept my shit tight
Now the ski & cmt is sitting on something right
Your like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood
Thats why i slide on your ass cause it makes me feel good
All this shit you talk when im not around
Get your crown on nigga but you still aint down
I got something for ya'll
A nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
Cause if i trust ya for a minute
You would have had a motherfucking knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
Cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will fuck you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause i trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this century
Brothers are dying getting killed
And sent to penitentary's
And your right hand man could have been a snitch
You think like a hoe you go out just like a bitch
So face 'em to the facts bro'
And end up dead like this other nigga i used to know
I guess its kinda sad g
But it really didn't face me til the funeral car passed me
And what about them tagalongs
Them mother mother fuckers that are driving with the lights on
Could have been the killers
But nobody really cares he died on dope dealers
But that dont mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
And i dont trust a soul from them nigga by my house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
Thats the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have no friends, ha
I should have listened then
Dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks
Pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast
When niggaz said freeze p
I thought to myself, huh, this nigga knows me
But i didn't find it funny
Pulled out my motherfucking 9 when they asked me for my fucking money
But he didn't even shoot
He must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
Im steady pullin' i blast for the driver to the passenger
Four niggaz dead in the car i laugh at ya
Now i gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess its kinda sad, a tear rolled down my eye cause i knew his ass
His name was little peewe
Thats the same motherfucking nigga i was trying to help g
Good thing i thinked fast, cause if i think a nigga gonna do me
Im gonna do his ass, cause a bitch will get you killed
Niggaz like to steal, and aint no thing is a good dope deal
So i live just like john montgotti, ha
I trust nobody
[chorus]
[master p]
Yeah you know what im saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
In the game you know what im saying
You gotta keep your eyes open you know, a lot of niggaz try to get
Niggaz, and the same nigga that you rolling with could be the nigga
Trying to get you, so a nigga like me you know what im saying
I trust nobody i hope you nigga catch on to what im saying
Peace. im outtie.
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2. _ Shouts
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3. _ Rich And Dangerous
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4. _ Premeditated Murder
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5. _ Ooh Shit
[master p]
It was a late friday night and a chill was at the club
I was kind typsy from smokin that bud
Walked to the bar seen this bitch fine & tender
The b*tch at the counter aske a nigga couldnt remember
Looked in her face a perfect redbone
Took her to the hotel till the chill yo was on
She started rubin & massagin my chest
She said why you were a bullet proof vest
I sai bitch cause im to deep up in this
But just handle your buissness
She reached for my dick like a dipstick
And grabbed my nuts and started to kiss
I rubbed my fingers against her face
Before we did it popped in the marvin gaye tape
[marvin gaye]
Theres nothing wrong with me fuckin you
[master p]
But back to the story all right
I guess its time to fuck cause off went the lights
Bitch was kinda hot
Didnt have a rubber but a nigga still hit that cock
Side to side back to front she put wip cream on my dick & swalloed the cum
I flipped the bitch over one more time
But the bitch was to kinky to be mine
I looked at my watch said ohh shit
I got a concert to do bitch
She said i guess its time to go, would i ever see you again?
I said probably so
But i didnt know it would be that soon
Cause after the concert a nigga dick turn blue
And when i see her im gonna kill that bitch damn
She did do suckin to my dick
[chorus]
Ohh shit, bitch what did you do to my dick x4
Chill man pull this motherfucker i gotta take a piss damn
Ohh ohh bitch ohh im gonna kill that bitch god my dick burnin
Chill man bring me to the motherfuckin hospital
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6. _ Mama's Bad Boy
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7. _ Watch Your Ass
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8. _ Eyes Of A Killer
Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up
Everybody in the hood just as smoked up
So i just walk with my locs on, and get my motherfucking
Set get it going on, in other words i see a fiend in the
Motherfucking park, you know im serving em in the dark
But i dont cause i pack a fuvking dis 9, you know the
God damn turf is all mine sometime niggaz hall in the streets
But i dont run from the po po police
I got fiends in the back instead of the front, im selling
20's and dimes and even crum and motherfuckers better low
Cause i gotta get it, i got a 9 motherfuckers so deal with it
And get a beat from a fiend everytime i wear a bulletproof
Vest so nigga go up in it, and i dont give a fuck
If niggaz cant stand me, im on the turf motherfucker
Selling candy
[chorus]
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause i'm the dope dope man
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause i'm the dope dope man
I see tweakers when i walk chase a nigga through the park,
Grab my fucking 9 and keep them dope fiends in line
*chorus til' end*
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9. _ Shoot 'em Up
[master p]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and i keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the p in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas i told ya
That the p would come through like a bullet
Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit like fuck the police
See i can never fuckin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what i talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if i think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[master p]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the p would come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now i went big time, i got 'em all ass kissin'
I roll in the benzo, sittin' on lorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the underground alone i done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-looked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, i gotta shoot you up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up
[master p]
So i refuse to get paid like them other dummies
Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money
You see i gotta fuck 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up
Lookin' for district bitches
But like my homie ski it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So i refuse to get fucked like a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground i rule
Success came fast but i done paid hella dues
Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch
But i can never just stunt
I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game
You run up on p pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause i just might shoot a nigga up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo p, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up
[master p]
Yeah niggas you better break your mother fuckin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause master p is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this underground shit for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year
I got my partner calli g close to me
Silkk, c-murder, fonzo, sonya c, ski, and cmt in the mother fuckin' house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!
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10. _ Psycho Rhymes
Yo it's 1992 and master p is back up in this motherfucker
(yo man lets do this shit right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo
Right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody
Sing along, bitch.)
(stop the music!)
We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'
There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga betta then
That's why we dealin'
(c'mon everybody)
We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'
(talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' t
I say "your hole there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes
In other words i be movin' fast like a pick...pocket
See- i'm a mother-fuckin' maniac i gotta top it
I talk to the bitch ... before i kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause damn they like arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red
I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See i'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real
Yo man, whacha think about that
(man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and master p is back in this motherfucker
Ya know what i'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit
But see, i'm back
Ya know what i'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a bloody murda
Yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
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11. _ Fuck A Bitch Cause I'm Paid
30 g's and with not deep could the game get
4 ki's in the safe and i aint to be fucked with
Living like a baller done cross to that other level
They bury so many motherfuckers i gotta carry a shovel
Casue i dont play when it comes to my mil man
Its risky seeling that cocain
Watch your ass, or watch your back punk
Cause in richmond, california motherfuckers ending
Up in a trunk, but i aint going out like that
I keep on pumping the gage and no limit they got my back
Police keep harrassing me all the time
I guess they tripping cause the p done went big time
[chorus]
Im making money, fuck a bitch cause im paid(im living like a hustler)
X4
[girl]
Tom cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch
[master p]
What else should i say fuck a bitch
[verse two-master p]
Me and the chill we was rolling
Bebbing we was foling
Wholesale selling
T dog golding
Seen some bitches at the bus stop
Following with that ass out
Looking for some tricks but i with that bullshit
Im all about my meal i sell that crack cocain
I got the wholesale yeah im the dope man
Serving the dope fiend for riding the protein
A little b12 and its fast but its crystal clean
Bigger than ever thats clever, im making mo' mil
????, trying to take a nigga to jail
But motherfuck that i aint going out like that
Selling that crack and bitches talking behind ya back
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[verse three-master p]
Check the rolex its time to pick the mail up
Slanging and banging, yeah thats how i came up
Strapped on the bullet proofvest for some foul play
A nine on my lap, and on my dash is my ak
My operation run smooth, my money is always there
Cause niggaz know i can act a damn fool
Now its time to move on my pager ranging
Reach my the mobile phone so i can see who's hanging
But if its a broke bitch damn i hang it up
Cause a nigga aint got time to get his dick sucked
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12. _ I'm Going Big Time
[interviewer]
Master p now that you have made it big time
What doy ou have to say to the people
Who didn't think you could make it
[master p]
Same shit i had to say last year
"fuck em!"
Im going big time, i got four girls in the safe
With 50 g's and four ki's i got a sure dope case
But ill smolder the task, fedz was all on my ass
But i got away clean, and kept the nine on the dash
Everyday the games get deeper, the week don't survive
You wanna play you gotta hustle like a ninety five
Now im rolling the car stolen, in the 92 lexus
Driving in california took a trip to texas
Come up, you see it aint about them games bro
Its all about my mil cause i gotta get paid doe
With the dope fiends condiving, suckers wanna try me
Got the wholesale and im strapped when im riding
Peepin' on the turf undercover police
They got me under servailence trying to check my car lease
Constantly waitning for the p crimes to surface
One time on the creep but no time to get nervous
See my concerts are packed, people standing in line
Master p done crossed over, im going big time
[chrous]
Im going big time
Cause a brother like me, i gots to get mine x3
Damn task kicks down my door the got a warrant
50 pull me over but my ??
Evertime they try to get me
Im legit im never slipping, got a female like a trust but
The girl is always tripping
Wondering where im going i gots to what i gotta
I gots to get paid girl ill see your ass tomorrow
Hurry to the crocks bout to pick up my paper
Call the girl up the was blowing up my pager
She wants me to come over and bend over like robbering
I walk into the gate but im tripping off the doberman
My pager is blowing up money calling gotta go
My boys are outta crack i gotta keylow in the record store
Im back rolling and im living like a mack
A 92 benz bought moms a new cadillac
I got a mansion full of brothers and maids
Built in pools security guards with a twelve gage
My pops is rolling large and we hella deep
We used to knock fool's to the concrete
Now we legit and they can't say shit
Chill bought a lexus candy painted and no gold kicks
Marvin's rollin' round in a bm
Gold teeth shining fool you should see him
Daniel got a rag top better gold flakes
Police sweat him boy they gotta get away
C-murder in a 10 it went a jaguar
Hella beat and he's cruising like a movie star
Sonya c and she's got a poise and she's clockin'
Cellular phone and everybody be stopping
Police pull up they wanna know whats happening
But i dont sell dope all the sudden im just rapping
In other words you see me i bust sope rhymes
Cause master p done made it big time, big time
[chorus]
Untouchables in the house you kno what im saying
Tell em how we do em fool, we going big time
Yeah c-murder is definetely and effect
Chilly powdah in the house
Sonya c is in the house
Marvis banks is in the house
Rock d's in the house
My boy king george he in the house
Daniel fry is in the house
And check this out this is definetly dedicated to my brother
You know what im saying, rest in peace kevin miller
That was a nigga that was big time
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13. _ Dope, Pussy And Money
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14. _ Bloody Murder
Verse one:
Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up
Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up
They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man
Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine
Fool started shooting
I rolled down the window
Let out some smoke, car full of that indo
Pointed the tec-9, smoked the passenger
Another nigga to' up but bitch i laugh at ya
Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out
Niggas got away so we ride out
Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know i serve ya
And sucka when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
Chorus:
Its gonna be a bloody murder,
And when i see him i'ma kill him [x2]
Verse two:
Now when i'm on the set i gots to get paid, check it
Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit
This dope fiend, he was trippin, i said "fool get the fuck on,"
He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him
Damn, i didn't want to beat the fool's ass
I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz
They started gunnin, i started runnin, i got away
They thought they had me caught but the p just hid away
And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge
You see i didn't get him, i'll probably get his friends
He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and i'll serve ya
And dope fiend when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
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Verse three:
I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin
Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin
I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off
I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost
He called the bitch on his mobile phone, i said yo its on
She said "p i'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"
I said damn i was a trippin cuz i fuck bitches all the time
So tell that nasty bitch i catch her ass at about nine
Later that night i had to pop her
Knocked on the door said bitch i came to fuck
But see before i hit the pussy, and got a nut
Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up
The bitch ran out the hosue, you know i'm gone hurt her
And bitch when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder
-chorus- [x2]
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