Mp Da Last Don

Ughhhhh.......
Good day america this is mr. no limit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
But what if gansta rap gets rid of you
How'd you like them apples
You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music
But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit
You always point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy points the finger at you
Fuck the politcians the media and the government
The fucking world was built on production
If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music
You couldn't pay for a meal
I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around
Tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustler is
Its a pig that don't fly straight
But its ok (its ok)
When you finish listening to this tape
It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me
So fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don
Master p the last don

[master p]

I made millions from raps i couldn't die in scraps
No limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit i didn't do
Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
We retaliated now we killers (ughhhhhh)
Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers
Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it
Change by society but these fools tryin' take me
They want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up
Walkin' the blocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me
Your girl or your homey
Cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one that's grown from the last don

He took the kiss of death so i could be the last don (4x)
2pac, biggie smalls, my little brother kevin miller
They all took the kiss of death so i could be the last don
Real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain
Feel my pain its real out here
Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies once
So all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families
Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
And if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga
Don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self
Cause money's the root of all evil
We done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars
That's one to grow on nigga from the last dizon you heard me?

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
Only the real can feel me (only the real)

Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3x)

Stomach pains in the ghetto and i'm starving
But picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
A house on the lake and one on the hill
Imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
This bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs i run with killers and g's
Tech-nine and oz's gone off hennessy and weed

Chorus(2x)

I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
And all the taxes i pay why don't the government protect superstars
They couldn't save biggie and what about tupac
My little brother c-murder went to jail with ap-9 and two glocks
This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
Protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
So pass me the stress release cuz even bill cliton smoke

Chorus(3x)

Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take
We takin' a hundred of them
We gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now
But you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together
And we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
To multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
If all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
Then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
Changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit
So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media
That want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
The media kills niggas i feel your pain suge knight nigga death row records
No limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
Take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
Livin' like guppies ya'll know no limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon
Now this is for all my no limit soldiers from the south to the west
To the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas
Real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
That's the only way he gone protect himself i don't give a fuck if i
Just got off parole nigga i'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
You protect you and yours

Chorus (2x):

You just don't know what you do to me
And i hope you know what you got

Master p:

I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But i ain't tripping cause i knew one day girl you'd be my lady
Probably have my baby i know it sound crazy
But thugs need love and if you real girl save me
Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
And when i went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
And i could feel your lips through your letters
You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever
Now i'm out girl and we balling
Mansions, 600 benzes, lex luther, trucks and ferraries
Rolex watches and bracelets
Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places
Now we be hooked like drugs
But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love

And i hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And i hope you know what you got

Mia x:

My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
So every chance i get i try to grab him and hold him
Boo you know i care, i'm gone be there through the toughest of times
Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind
You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
I can't see being in love without you
Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
That's why them other broads know we gone be
I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love
Before the fame the big names and the money
I was at the bus stop with you honey
That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt
If you gotta go back to the projects i won't diss ya
I'm coming right with ya cause i love you thug

Chorus (5x)

[master p]
Yo snoop, you and silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, i got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha

I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at

I heard you jocking master p cause he got a mercedes
And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby
You just wanna ride and get inside
So yall can roll around town like bonnie and clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches wanna ride with me

Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

[snoop dogg]
Hey yo p, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute
But they braids is ?????, i don't know
I'd rather fuck with a thug girl
Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go
I had one named valore she owned a clothes store
And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour
I said look here girl, are you so sure
And she said doggy dogg, there's nothing i want more
Your the best thing i ever had
I wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad
I aint mad but i aint glad
Besides, i rise a bitch and i can't be had
She wanted to take the ring off my finger
So i slapped the bitch up like we was on jerry springer
I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle
Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers
I'm looking for a thug girl

[master p]
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

[silkk the shocker]
They wish they knew why a girl like you
Would do all the things that you do
But they should understand that you our biggest fan
And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man
Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine
I wrote this rhyme just for your kind
Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place
Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face
Now since i'm a thug i keeps it cocked back
Aint no love i'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that

[master p]
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A down south thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A west coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
An east coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A midwest thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at

Snitch: what's happening?
Snoop: what you mean what's up, nigga
Snitch: what, what's happening man?
Snoop: i need to holler at you nigga, come here
Snitch: for what, what's happening
Snoop: fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?
Snitch: man i wasn't hanging with the police man
Snoop: oh, you didn't think i seen you
Snitch: man, you trippin' man
Snoop: i seen you jump out that car, nigga
Snitch: nah man, fuck that dog
Snoop: you snitching now, nigga
Snitch: man, hell nah i ain't snitching
Snoop: what else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you nigga
Come here bro
Snitch: oh man

Snoop doggy dogg:

How many real niggas is locked away
Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head
Giving them niggas code names
Cold game, but i can't even say shit about it
'cause if i catch you slipping, dipping tripping i'm getting rowdy
Killer snitch fuck a bitch i throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain 'cause i shall remain
And i know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my shit
I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing i rush him
Dust him, 'cause i can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, i ain't fuckin' with no punk
Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real niggaz locked up
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
Just like a bitch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and p we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches
Muthafuck you snitches

Chorus:

Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches

Master p:

I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
Nigga riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
I guess the nigga mad cause i'm ballin'
Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking
My little cousin jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the bitch he got a camera
But when i catch the nigga i'ma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
'cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed

Master p:

Snitches, snitches, snitches
Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz
But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, i know y'all niggaz trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga
Niggaz with dresses, snitches
This for y'all bitches
To all ya'll niggaz i feel ya muthafuckin' pain
Watch y'all muthafuckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' cutlasses
I know who y'all is niggaz

[master p]

Every soldier got a story to tell

[fiend]

I done been through it all
Don't ask the way i shoot cuz i done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when i backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns

[chorus--master p x3]

Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell

[master p]

My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See i got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up jabos

[chorus--master p x2]

[silkk the shocker]

I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if i'm old g i'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why i be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See i'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A down south hustla
Plus a head buster from new orleans
See i gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit i done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit i do just tah live
See i been scared, popped at, and shot at
But i live an eye for eye
So the enemies i ain't forgot that

[chorus--master p x2]

[mystikal]

It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the saudi arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' ps and qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why i'm gone
If i die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the n.o. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that i did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack

[chorus--master p x3]

[snoop dogg]

I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (what?)
Fool, i got a muthafuckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big snoop dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why i'm so old g
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, i told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell..

Ok you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you i don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.

Chorus (2x):

I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why i ride with alot of killers with me

Master p:

The last don be my name i feel i'm trapped in the game
Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga
Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not scarface, but after the money and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the calliope
Like glenn miss, sam scuddy, pee-wee
L. broadnax, slim some dead some in jail g
Cause this game is so real
And niggaz hustle like the last don 'til they get killed

??????

Chorus (4x)

The commision #1:

Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick
The last don and the commission t-s-o click and no limit
From start to finish for this paper look i'm all in it
Rules in the game i bent in in a tank that can't be dented
Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be ph'n
Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation
The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up
Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't
Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump

Chorus (4x)

The commision #2:

The shit about to slow we living
Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz
The commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz
Living this triple beam dream
Godfather bless a nigga with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
The other level living like better shit
They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit
Ain't nobody seperates spiral and no limit
The last don and the commission in this money making position

The commision #3:

I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty
I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
We kill niggaz we kill as a little nigga by my waist under my hilfigger
I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before i'm dead
A twisted no limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
I put it on these dreads in my head the commission can't be faded
With the last don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it

Chorus (2x)

You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking little monkeys

This ghetto got me trapped (ughhhh)
But i ain't ready yet

[sons of funk and master p]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but i ain't ready yet)(2x)

[master p]
Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas
Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
And ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot
And every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops
Nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me
But make sure six tru niggas carry me
But if they miss know (nigga) you a goner
Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (ughhh)

Chorus(2x)

[silkk the shocker]

Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
Wanna know why i'm rowdy i be clutchin' my glock
Cuz if i have p and c come over and tell mama young silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
All the niggas that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle
With this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
And i swear to hang in there if things don't get better
Now picture this i got auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
Realize that i got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz i hang with
Too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where i'm from
That's why i spit it how i live it and i get it how it come
On top of that i had a fucked up day
To god look couldn't find the words to explain so i'll tell you
Tonight when i pray feel my pain

Chorus(3x)

Chorus:master p
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4x)

Verse 1:master p
I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me
Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the range rover buyin, sellin street drugs
Even though, this ghetto got me crazy
Everytime i go to jail mama get me out cause i'm her baby

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2: snoop dogg
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now i'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips
When i dips the trips, gp straight for dp
But the scripts how mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game
She showed me everythang except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time i caught
The pain i brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault how i ended up
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3:soulja slim
Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears
That's why baby ain't got nothin' that i love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma i love you cause you brought me hear
But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here
But i remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me
Take it slowly

Chorus (4x)

(phone ringing)
No limit studios-"no limit studio"
Master p-"yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
Nls-"nigga, who the fuck is this?"
Mp-"this p, nigga, whats happenin'"
Nls-"this ain't no mutha fuckin' p. nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
Do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
Mp-"man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This p nigga. stop fuckin' playin'"
Nls-"nigga, if this fuckin p, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. fuck"
Mp-"nigga, i ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. pick the phone up,
Nigga"
Nls-"nigga, what?"
Mp-"i'm on my muthafuckin' way right now"
Nls-"come on then, come on then nigga"

Da last don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)

Master p:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na

Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh

I told ya i'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank
My comrads with tanks
With diamonds and tru tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A no limit souldier
Commanderin' cheif
An' michael jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the north, south, east, to the west
Soldierz throw ya rag, killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'cut'
Pass me the dojah

Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
X3

Fiend:
Well, if ya knew
Something. fiend
Still tryin' to do somethin'
Tru smokaz dont gotta blow
We done already blew sumpthin
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No limit savage
One known as the baddest
When i was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready
Bangin like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
(???) a machete
I dig da dirt and bury
Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I represent the boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
With the colonol, mr. bout it

Chorus x2

Silkk:
P gon' make ya say uhhh
I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh
But this time i'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A no limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money because i like riches
House full of tight bitches
An' call me, i might hitcha
Now make em say na na na
Tryin ta act hard core
Betta for the flow
Na na na na na na
Now get the ball loose
Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5)
I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla
But it's hard not to hurt
Now i'm a no limit soldier
So i get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'mister'
Like the movie (na na na na na)

Chorus x2

Mia x:
You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
Cock 9 milla mamma mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
Cuz dis country, way back
Laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-r-u what we claim
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general mamma work and come out about
I ride wit no limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel master p
He be the ghetto dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
Wooooo

Chorus x2

Snoop dogg:
Man, i'm smokin' on some chop-chop from s-g-v
No limit family wit' the d-p-g
Last don, big dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game
Who could t be? ya'll know my muthafuckin' name
I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang
Especially one who can't represent they game
See, when a no limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, we gon turn this bitch out
Booooooooooom

[master p]
Uhhhhhh, ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

[mystikal]
Nigga, i'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-y-s-t-i-kal its the man right chea
I ain't the '90 through the '94 buffallo bills
I ain't dennis rodman's hair and i ain't holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the appollo
I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from mcdonald's
Bitch i'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain't no ho, i ain't no punk, i ain't no bitch, i ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, i ain't no trick, i ain't no snitch, i ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when i'm tourin'
I'm that "fire!" on that last verse of "make 'em say uhhh!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, i killed kenny, so i guess i'm that bastard!

[master p]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2

[mia x]
I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If i catch you in the club and you start to trippin
I'm the fifty brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I'm the lady on report card day i'm mama mia

[master p]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at

[silkk the shocker]
Ahhhhhhh!
I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance
The reason why she didn't marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call silkk the shocker, you might call me mister!
Now i got a drop top, i'm a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause i'm the little brother of the last don
???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift
Plus i gotta pair of seamans shoes, can i make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so i don't miss
Now i'm that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504
Member the one they call vito, yeah that's me (you know)

[master p]
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

[kane & abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, i'm the click clack
When you run, i'm the danger, i'm the smack and the pimp slap
I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when i pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes i'll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother
How to cook that dope (kane & abel)
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I'm the hustlin ass nigga with the watches and the cold

[master p]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at

[master p]
I'm the balls on your cell, i'm the fire down in hell
I'm the ice cream bells, i'm the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, i'm the wheels on the tank, ha ha
I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, i'm your brains when you think
I'm your bartender when you drink, i'm oj without the shank
Nigga, i'm the m in fuckin mob (mob)
I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I'm the super in dome, i'm the c in chrome
I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I'm the k in killer, i'm the d in drug dealer
I'm the g in gangsta nigga, i'm the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, i'm the nike's on your feet
I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with these rhymes, i'm the last don
And i'm a end this motherfucker cause it aint no more time