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1. _ Basketball
If you still love this game make some noise
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Some ball players like the microphone
Charles oakley and charles barkley like to break bones
Ron mercer like to slam dunk straight to the hoop
Derek ander' love the alley oop
Allen iverson like the pick and roll
But me myself, i like the give and go
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Kevin garnett jump out this world
Some say sam cassell look like earl the pearl
Mcgrady, vince carter are the very best
But jason williams, ricky davis don't take no mess
See basketball has always been my thing
I like kobe, dennis rodman and the three point kings
And number 34, the man of the hour
Shaquille o'neal got the money and the power
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
Patrick ewing, spreewell on the same team
And scottie pippen's rolling with the dream
Stoudamire meets mark berry
And what about gary payton, now that's scary
Jalen rose rolling with reggie miller
Malone and stockton, two thrillers
Alonzo mourning, some say he mean
But tim hardaway crossover be green
*chorus till end*
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2. _ Here We Go
Chorus: master p (repeat 2x)
Here we go, here we go, here we go (be bout yo business)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast
Verse one: master p
I got heroin and cocaine
Some call me the dope man, a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like tupac
Went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes, 3rd ward, caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
It stick to niggas that talk shit
Like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than macys sell muthafuckin girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like eazy-e did compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No limit soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_got it made_ like special ed
Got more _vapors_ than bizmarkie ever had
After _dead presidents_ like eric b.
_hypnotize_ the rap industry like biggie
Going _federal_ like e-40
Shock the world like silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _on hold_ like en vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds
Chorus 2x
Verse two: mystikal
Without no business
Its over for you before you get out the door
What the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know
Huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape ya
Makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
Yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
Stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause i'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business
Chorus 2x
Verse three: fiend
I could end the world with one line
But i chose to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, i's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold i heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when i speak
Seek and you should find that my mind is beyond
And yall niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit i'm in my prime, i want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And i ain't dying line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
Still dope i cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than fred sanford had
Chorus till fade
(master p talking)
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
To the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
To the motherfuckin east (to the east)
To the world (to the motherfuckin world)
No limit, here i come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world high
Bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master p, young fiend and mystikal
Uungh!, bout it bout it
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3. _ Hustlin'
*c-murder*
Down south huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
Fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off
C-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin niggas in ditches cause i'm a thug like 2pac
I'm kickin it in cali but i was born in dat n.o.
Murder is daily everybody packin heat bro
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe
At the fuckin club the jackers run the place
But i gotta do what i gotta do like manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances
Cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
A nigga aint' shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like c doin bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow
They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
Dat's how it is with dis down south hustler
*chorus*
Hustlin cause i gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,
Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my dividends
*partners in crime (p n c down here)*
Deep down south i used to try to stack my fuckin ends
Hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga master p
Flew me 2 tickets now i'm chillin down in cali
Dont' have no money like snoop dog or dr. dre
But i'm glad so say i think dat i'm on my way
Dey say dis click has no motherfuckin limits
Fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive
If you down with me yes i'm down for a hoo ride
Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips
But if you set trip i'll be down to bust yo lip
Skip down the yellow brick road to the n.o.
Deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes
Now i'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga i ain't stuttin
Ain't hard to see where i'm commin from
Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
Commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task
Only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past
Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
So peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas
And dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin
*chorus*
*master p*
Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase p
Where should i go where should i go
I know dis eight rap fuckin i hid the dope in the liquor store
Changed my t-shirt fled out the back door
2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope
Cause its an everyday thang where i hang at
3rd ward calliope projects i thought i name dat
Where dem hustlers dwell i mean dem killahs roll
Dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro
And the game get deep down south
Cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah
Gettin paid transport narcotics from new orleans to the bay
Yo g man it's everyday
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we dont' flip flop
We like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block
From new orleans (background florida) to texas (atlanta)
Fuck all ya'll bustas cause master p about it a down south hustler
*chorus*
*after the same chorus a different one just right here*
Hustlin because i gots nowhere to go
Hustlin i gots to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow
Hustlin commin straight from the n.o.
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4. _ Meal Ticket
[master p]
My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
I been slangin weed then i moved up to cane
Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, i'm a balla!
Pushin in weight, from state to state,
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's u.g.k.
Pimp c said, "p, what's really goin on?"
I said what's really happenin, he said, "i gotta pocket full of stones!"
Now p be dat new kid on the block
36 o-z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
Rest in peace to 2pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
Sendin work from fedex to ups trucks
Now p livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down south hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets
?becketts? on my fingaz, rolex watches,
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, i mean pussy poppin
Label me an alien, just like outkast
Cause i made my money from the ghetto and i did it fast
Cause i'm bout it, ya'll know i'm rowdy,
Ask big mo and john henry if ya'll doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and mjg
Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets
Chorus: tryin to get a meal ticket (8x)
[8-ball]
8-ball and mjg, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
These hoes can't touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, p and me and g and u.g.k.
?hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!
[mjg]
Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can i claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave
[8-ball]
Captain save em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon pay me
Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask mjg
[mjg]
Who be i? mjg, he be me!
But if i was he, and you was i, who would you see?
One of us ??? when ya hungry, i do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
About that money, where my ticket?
Chorus (8x)
[pimp c]
Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin' on the leather, and i'm grippin on the wood.
I'm feelin on the ??? ballin in the ?slant back?
I'm pimp c, bitch and tree, us niggaz roll cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key and changed my name to james jones
Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what i said,
How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
Lickin my ass if ??? be the deala
[??? (other dude from u.g.k.)]
Suck the nut up out a ??? bucket slow down suave nigga,
Now bitch i be the prison pushin' everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
Quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, i flow like a asian, malaysian
Saudi arabian, african i be blazin'
In the golden gate, swish it out, holdin weight, i hits the block, i'm
Rollin bait, them fiends come out, they know they got to ?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
Jekll and hyde, bonnie and clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas
Where we out?
Chorus and fade
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5. _ R.i.p Tupac
(samples from tupac albums)
Follow me!
I see death around the corner
(master p)
Ya thought it was over
But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die
One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese niggas on this earth is the demons
God call my dough, it's time to move on
You a rider, jump in the pimp caddy
Get you're cruise on
God got you now, no more penitentiary
You'se a soldier, nigga you made history
Hoes moaning, no more pain
Took my dogs to another place another gang
It's still westside, till we die
Niggas roll, reminisce and getting high
Thug nigga, no more tears, moma shared
No more pain in the muthaphukkin' new year
Cause you're in heaven with the other g's
We scream, makaveli to our enemies
You're like a ghost, to the niggas in the eastcoast
Makaveli number one in every recordstore
You live life to the fullest, then you die
You taught niggas never run, just ride
Killaz, that's what you hanged with
Gangstaz, that's what you banged with
You felt dead around the corner, but you came out
Real niggas don't change, that's what's you'se about
You taught niggas to take pain, deal main
That's why tupac, nigga scream your name
Tatooed up with t-shirt
When you die you say ashes and no dirt
See, you'se a legend in your own time
Ghetto means in every gangsta rhyme
Cause your, real to the fullest
If you had a trigga, nigga you pull it
R.i.p to my thug niggas, see you in the prose
Rough from master p, much love nigga!
Westside niggas feel this
Eastside niggas feel this
Southside niggas feel this
Me and west niggas feel this
Thug niggas wont ya feel this
Tupac was the realest
...i see death around the corner...
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6. _ Foolish
(master p talking)
See i've benn like goin through a few minor dificulties
You know me and my girl benn gettin into it
She done left
I lost a few loved ones
But i'm a hustler
Thats why they label me a fool
Aint that a joke...
(master p)
Look into these eyes of a fool see broken dreams and lonley nights
Stressed out days
Tv with no antenna
Just prentend theres more losers than winners,
And some times i say " ugggggghhh" to release my damn pain
Or pick up the phone to call my grandmama cause she kept me in the game
Before yall say nothin prama , cant emagine life with out big mamma so many
Snakes and killas, jackers and piranahs.
See this game got me way deep,i pray the lord i wake before i sleep
See some say your friend be your emney,
Dont trust no one but your family
But all the love i show when i'm around
I wonder if they show us that when i'm down
See you a king when you sittin on top
But you a fool when you finaly drop
I thank the lord for every thing i got and its no limit till my times
Stopped. uggghhhh!!!!
(chorus) ( master p & mo b. dick )
(foolish.... mo b. dick in back round )
Fool... cause u cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
Call me a fool but you cant fool me
(magic)
I never tryed to be like this......
See i came up diffrent diddent have a lot never had a lot of food on the
Table top
I know where you came from i know it was hard for a soldier like me in the
Dirty south
Ran with the boys who were serving clucks
Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck
You know where i came
But look in my eyes i hungry as hell i'm ready to die
My familys ashamed cause i'm caught in the game
Take me out the 9th ward and mabye i'll change
Call me a bad seed cause i smoke my trees before i brush my teeth i'm allways
In black ready to ride
No limit is my only reply
I'm screamin it when i'm leavin see the fire in these foolish eyes
Dont give a damn about the po-po
Find a ride with my brotha on my girl then i'm solo
Ghetto vet with no athority
The president should of pardened me
Y'all better hope i dont lose it
Jump in and act clean in palaceds sittin on 20's and act foolish!!
Chorus x 10
(master p talking... magic in back round )
Ha.. ha.. ughhhhhhhhh!!!
Call me a fool
Call us a fool
But u cant fool me thoe
You cant fool us cause we bout it bout it and rodwdy rodwdy!
Told yall it wasent no limit baby
We just gon act a fool then, thats what we gon do magic, master p and mo b. d
Some more foolish brothers trying to make it happen u heard me!
The dirty sou.. never judge a book buy it cover
Repersent
From the 3rd to the streets
To the south to the east,to the west, and to the north boy
Act a fool but dont be a fool about you paper...
(beat fades out......)
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7. _ Is There A Heaven 4 A Gangsta?
Hah, light ya lighta damn, i done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace tupac i wonder this my last weed i'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies my last time ridin up in a fixed up car
Another soldier gone with gold plates
Unhhhhhhh my last bitch i'ma fuck, is this the end?
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers t-r-u 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, i smell daisies
But i can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a g
But i wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me
Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil
I hope i die in my sleep but the noise it's gonna be a one-eighty-seven
Ain't no turnin back i'm strapped with two chrome gats
I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go i'm ready to black
Cause i'ma soldier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funeral i lived life to the fullest as a high roller
So when i die, put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up clouds for these strangers
Before you take me lord tell me
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer
From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
To lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His old lady stare at the casket askin god why
The church is full of killers, and drug dealers
Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peelers
Six of his homies carried him to the hearse
First time that he even been to church
Damn, now he's in the dirt
Pourin out beer for my dead homey
A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his motherfuckin picture on it
This nigga lived fuckin rowdy, and if he gotta die
He don't give a fuck cause this nigga, been bout it
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin soldiers
True niggaz, high rollers, no limit niggaz, gangstas
Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket
Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
All y'all real niggaz
Or should i say this new wave, dope game
Y'all feel this, all y'all niggaz dyin in the pen
All y'all real niggaz that lost niggaz
I'ma strike y'all nigga with some game
All y'all real bitches that lost niggaz
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life
Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggaz in the ward, baton rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggaz
All y'all niggaz on death row
Lake charles, shreveport, new mexico
R.i.p. nigga
Mississippi, texas, alabama, atlanta
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh!
Indiana
*fades*
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8. _ Bout That Drama
Silkk-wassup fool?
Silkk-we gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's.
Silkk-time to take two in your fuckin' back
Master p-young silkk the shocker in this bitch
Master p-bout that drama
Master p-no limit
[silkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit
I run with tru
I gives a fuck about who you run with
Bitch, we run this shit
Nigga it be no limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that i got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no luv in this bitch
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my nigga, but i be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me
Nigga wassup? (murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
Nigga fade me
Think i'm crazy?
Nigga, i do this shit daily
I'm bout that drama
[master p chorus]
I'm bout that drama, i'm bout that drama
No limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No limit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
Drama
We bout that drama
Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[silkk]
Bitch i been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
And plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga i'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga i falls for that bitch and ducks this
Nigga don't need to run though
Cuz i'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
And the glock cock
Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
It be known i'm from the southside
Bitch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me bitch i'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and i'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you i get dead presidents
Before i die i'm bust more fly
For '97 p and silkk gon' sell a billion.
*master p chorus and talking*
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9. _ How To Be A Playa
[master p]
Ya see, wenches be messy like marvin
My homies be ballin, pimp tricks eryday, from l.a. to the bay
To new orleans, the original big baby, like big mike
Don't make me tina turner one of you wenches and hit you like big ike
Uhhhh, pimp shit, cadillac with the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty-nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, southern bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather big daddy, he said
"keep your fo' inches in your candy painted caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you freaks time to tenderize the meat
Then we, be tradin women like eddie murphy tradin places
I got, baitches cleanin my house shinin my gold, doin my shoelaces
I got, wenches runnin errands goin to stores
Dressed up like twins, i mean in the same clothes
Stayin in the same house, bangin en on the same couch
Real g's in dime hats, know what, i'm talkin about
Uhh, be up playa, don't pay for the kitty kat
I mean if you bout it bout it, give her some change, then take it back
Chorus: fiend, silkk
How to be a playa main
You gots to be a playa mahn
(repeat 8x)
[silkk the shocker]
You gots to be a playa, but rule number one
In the how's to be a playa never profess to nuttin what ya done
Believe me, or should i say, believe in i spittin
See me talkin to a trick, ask me then i hit em
You never can give em no slack, cause you gots to be in it to win
Be safe and grab her hand, slap dem, cause they'll try the shit again
It's give in to they demands and that's a simp thang
But to get them and they friends, now that's a pimp thang (pimp thang)
You wanna learn som'in? well take a picture of this g
Look in the dictionary, under player, you'll find a picture of me
Uhh, cause i don't sleep, and players can't cause we ballin
We can't be trippin, cause a player's pimp can't be fallin
I leave em with the hurt like b.b. cryin like cece winan
Recline and watch tv, game feel like a cd
Nigga make appointment when they see me, don't call back often they beep me
Gotta be a g (how you get the drawers) get the drawers off, easy, look
Silkk the shocker fool, nigga i pimps and roll
(what you ride?) cadillacs and vogues, uhh
*chorus*
[fiend]
See i'm bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here
Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year
What i look like a simp? girl i'm a no limit pimp
Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length
I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench
High hoe on the ranch, i spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to western union some dick
Put em on corners and curbs, breakin new ones outta nerd
Bringin daddy fiend the money, while all i do is choke herb
I spank em and thank em, leave em swollen and kiss em bye
And just think, cause them extra them knowin my fist size
*dialogue*
*chorus*
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10. _ 6 'n Tha Mornin'
Verse one:
6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window, i made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my bout it, bout it tape
Man with no music but i'm happy cause i'm free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket when i unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Verse two:
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
Tru to the corner where the fly girls chill
Tru action to some freak until one bitch got ill
She started actin silly, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit
As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Verse three:
Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on south broad
Silkk the shocker was the driver known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, n.o.p.d.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!
We bout it bout it
Now i say "wus up to ice-t"
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop's all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to bobby brown, andrew shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 'n tha mornin, you heard me?
I told y'all we're no limit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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11. _ Locked Up
[p] yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
[master p]
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga i'm a rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like kirk, boz and jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white granola
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the feds take two to the brain
We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
Ship me to oz, i'm still in it
Fuck the haters, no limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[chorus - repeat 2x]
This is for my niggaz that's locked up (locked up!)
Gangsters, til they boxed up (boxed up!)
Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
We soldiers.. hard to the core
[slay sean ?]
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
Night time i was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life i made some bad mistakes
[short circuit ?]
Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'clock lock y'all know where i be at
Ran 'til i couldn't run the slums with guns
Livin straight wild, knowin how the jakes gon' come
Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
Know what i did, shit they got me facin a bid
[chorus]
[krazy ?]
Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
And i never let the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke i sold it never last me nigga
They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said i'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe i did
Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
[chorus]
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12. _ Bangin'
West-syy-eed
Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha ice cream man been at
I been down south countin my marbles nigga
But i got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the yea area, i mean the westside
With these motherfuckin west coast bad boyz
Westside connection, ice cube, w.c., and mack 10
Nigga y'all know the westside is bout it bout it
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13. _ Weed And Hennesey
Yeah nigga
We gonna feed em weed and hennesey, get em high together motherfucker
Silkk the shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (no limit niggaz)
Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)
Chorus: master p
Give em weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
Weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
[master p]
Holla p! that mean fortune and fame
Scream, no limit still tru 2 da game
A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats
How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot
How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change
How many, young niggaz still down in the game
I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends
I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when i walk the halls
I got 3rd ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My little cousin jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I live the life of a rapper that's bout it bout it
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and hennesey, uh-huh
To forget about all that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)
I smoke weed, and hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
All this bullshit i'm goin through
[c-murder]
I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs
Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure
You leave your shit wide open, no limit niggaz gon' test ya
We ride deep but tru dat, hitin hard like bricks
Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick
My tru g's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit
And healthy niggaz shout for god hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once
So nigga let's get high, off these hennesey and blunts
Chorus
[silkk the shocker]
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools
I know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules
I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights
Always precise, silkk the shocker, get my motherfuckin name, right!
Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a nike
Disrespect i hits you with a tec and watch i shake you up like dice
Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like i was a fuckin idol
They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughts
Cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
But other times, i got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate
See we no limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers
Couple partners couple cousins, other niggaz i really can't trust
Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug dealers
Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug niggaz
T.s. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin love
When i grab for snap automatics come off
Like dancers drawers in strip clubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top
Til my homey, came up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials
I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die
Chorus w/ variations
[master p]
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Silkk the shocker legit, charge it 2 da game in february, hahah
My little brother c-murder in this bitch (no limit)
Master p (soldiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and hennesey (i thought i told ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em hollow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, no limit
Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)
Tru niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the year)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigga
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14. _ No Limit Soldiers Ii
(master p)
Oh yea
It's christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new years nigga (ha,ha)
Yall didn't think we was gonna do it again
Hah nigga what
Mp be my name
>from the ghetto to fame
Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world screaming my name
>from every soldier to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
Tru niggas march playas step
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
No,no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
(c-murder)
I'm a muthafucking no limit soldier
It's a mystery (what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
Captain of a bunch a ghetto millionaires on the rise
And much respect like them muthafucking wise guys
Tru tattooed on my back and arm hoe
And represent the south 3rd ward calliope
(fiend)
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
Second lines pity crimes
Down to a gun call all from a phone call
I done been through it all
Well you forgot my name fiend
And i don't fuck around
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When i come around
I'm mr. waump waump
The one tighter than some new j's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky for few days
(chorus)
We no,no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
(magic)
Yall remember me i'm the one they call mr. magic
Voted least to succeed but i'm back to let cha have it
Now i'm moving on yall can't stop the tank i'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split
Ahhhhh shit
Who make yall scream the loudest
Who dought it
That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet its me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your muthafucking neck
If you ain't got no muthafucking respect
The soldier that been holding back for years
Cause niggas scared of my muthafucking bite
P done let lossen up the streets
Believe me nigga you ain't leaving this mothafucker
Till everybody fight
Even if you don't want to
I'ma hit you punch you kick you
I'm the rowdiest muthafucker up in this bitch
And i'll love to get witcha
Fuck you i'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens if you don't respect
You know i'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
Mobbin with these nolimit tru shot callers,street brawlers
All the nigga don't fuck around
We ain't gonna tear your club up
But we gonna shut the bitch down
Lyrically i drown soldier hatas
I'm the lady alligator
Take you shake you and bake you
Split your decision maker
Wake up fire starters coming harder
Than your father's fist
Like he caught your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
It's the same bitch
Yall know her mama drama mia x hoes
You don't want no problems we soldiers
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
(big ed)
I hit you wit the - left, right , left
Then a roundhouse kick
Nigga make some room back up back up
Bout to get right up in this bitch
Big ed the (assassin) watch me get my (blast on)
Then i (smash on) with my (mask on)
Full grown wit the brains blown
From my infamous spit
Then i fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick
Get 'em up hit 'em up
My entourage in camouflage
When you hear (ooh ooh oh) get the fuck out of dodge
(silkk the shocker)
Mista!! n-o-l-i-m-i to the t
Second in command
When i get my demands
The only person that can stop it is p
No tattle tails so many bitches i had to kill
Grabbed my steal soldiers from the heart
No killa boy luck killa in my heart
On the battlefield fuck yall what
Coming through spitting
Coming through hitting
Yall niggas hit the gates
Come through flipping
Picture a nigga
So now i'm coming to get you next
Nigga trained for combat
Bomb on contact we can play fair
Yall been warned sorry ones yall can stay there
You can tell we some soldiers (right, right, right)
You can tell we some soldiers (when i say ahhh)
Everybody starts to fight! soldiers
(chorus)
We nolimit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We nolimit soldiers
I thought i told ya
No,no-no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We nolimit soldiers
I thought i told ya
(mystikal)
Left right left right
Muthafucker i been tight
Running from the breath fire coming from my windpipe
Bullet wounds pistol play muthafucking fist fight
Hiding in the tent with a motherfuckin chim light
There go the tank there come the round
Throwing grenade get on the ground
You might just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's what you found
Take a long time look around tryin to find
These niggas ain't trying to respect our minds
Shoot us, and stab us, and kick us, and cut us
But can't fuck with us when we combine
Get you everytime put your foot on the mine
Flyin metal when it highly explode don't matter how you put it
When you are telling a nigga bout me
Let it be known i'm a motherfucking soldier!
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
No no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
No no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
(bitch get your mind right)
No no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
(bitch get your mind right)
We no limit soldiers
I thought i told ya
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15. _ Kenny's Dead
This is master p
I'm down here in south park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed kenny
Ya heard?
[chorus]
(kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey kenny died tonight
(that's what i said)
Unh!
Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And i guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on south park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what i liked about kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
[chorus]
Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
Two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from new orleans to arizona
But it was a trip, kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
Unh!
[chorus]
Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like kenny
But just remember, kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, master p, no limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this
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16. _ Itch Or Scratch
[master p]
Niggaz, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't give a fuck where you from
It's how you come
If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down
Prime suspect, fiend, and mac
Y'all gonna feel this
Chorus: x4
Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya
P, i wasn't made for this world
I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
For sure, crime, ya made me?
Then grudgenly enslave me
Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach
Took it from me, so all i got is billboard reciepts
To each, his own
I thought my peace was with my chrome
But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone
Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn
Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn
All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
That nigga, riley smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can i ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (uhh!)
Chorus x2
So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this
Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook
Flip the wrong page on me, i'll close ya book
Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us
Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs
And spit, this for my nigga meeks, still in the hood
Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good
I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart
Forgive me for sins, i was only playin' my part
I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure
Will i make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?
I never know, so i'm dessed up, when i walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for peace i'm on the seat
21 at least nigga
Chorus x2
Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap?
Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap
We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man i was born in this world of sin
I played the cards i was given, ain't got a quarter so i'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all
Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart
Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart
Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile
He want it, i want it, i ain't the only nigga on it
Only nigga hungry
A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, i lived it to the fullest
And made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled this
Chorus till end
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17. _ Scream
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
That's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh scream its wicked out here
[master p]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
When you see a thug like a g screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper
Just a young thug tryin' make it
Visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me
Forgive me for my weed and my hennessy
Young killers when i'm gone won't remember
Green and women be my past time
Live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes
Seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas
I got .45, nines, and gats cocked
Young homies bangin' corner signs on my block
And the average age is twenty-five
Young homies don't even live to retire
I get paid i pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold
(chorus)(2x)
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
I hear 'em comin' i hear 'em comin' i see 'em comin'
[silkk the shocker]
P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid
I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys
These daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares
I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there
I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good
Put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood
Can you see i was runnin' chased by the grim reaper
He catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin'
I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits
But i could scream (aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it
See me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared
Visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys
Its past my time to get high off green and swisher
I used to carry the police like nena and her twin sister
You mess with my believes i'm comin' to get ya
Your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya
One two i'm comin' for you
Three four i'm kickin' up in your door
Life it seems to be a bad dream
Scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream
(chorus)(2x)
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
Scream (aghhhhhh) i hear them comin'
I hear 'em comin' i hear 'em comin' i see 'em comin'
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18. _ Homie Ride
[chorus--master p x4]
I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when i'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry
[master p]
Uggggh
Made money from cane, but times done change
I done change my life, but still trapped in the game
A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey
Mama said p keep yah eyes on yah enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No limit soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every young nigga that i know is homie-furall
The game wont change me, but these streets made me
Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me
Uggggh
[chorus--master p x2]
[silkk the shocker]
Now look
I got killas surroundin' me, but i don't know who gon' bust
Niggas aim fo' themselves, so i don't know who tah trust
Friend or foe, enemies or hoe
I don't know who tah dust
Bitches tell me it ain't even, so i don't know who tah fuck
Now look, i ride with ridahs, and plus i kill with killas (uggggh)
Nigga deal with dealers, and plus i steal with stealers
Now they always told me silkk, look you be the first tah get killed
But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin' meal
Now i was like shit, i want hundreds in dough
Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows
Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin' me
At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (uggggh)
[chorus--master p x2]
[c-murder]
Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?
Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?
And i ain't talkin' 'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till i see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a tru soulja till i'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for my homies in the cemetery
I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes
Tah bustin' at fools with nickle plated fo' fo's
Huh, cuz im'a ride for my tank dawgz
So put yah name on the wall, cuz i'm comin' tah get all y'all
No limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul
Cuz fo' sho' they gon' feel it (uggggh)
[chorus--master p x2]
[the gambino family--verse 1]
I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo' me?
Nigga i wonder will they'll kill or die with me
I'm just a ghetto child tryna get rich
My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch
[the gambino family--verse 2]
Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip
Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch
With my hopes to survive, i plan tah get rich
And if i die, fuck the cryin' and this funeral shit
My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit
Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that i picked
Homicides, hennesey, it's the life that we lead
And if i die, i got some tru niggas comin' with me
Muthafuckas (uggggh)
[chorus--master p x4]
Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin' tears nigga
When we gone, nigga smile
Some real niggas done moved on
And y'all niggas thats left, it's time tah muthafuckin' ride
Haha
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19. _ Let's Get 'em
[master p/c-murder]
Chorus
Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at
There them niggas go
[master p]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it, let's get em x4
[c-murder]
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Bitch i thought i told ya, i smoke your ass like doja
Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, i gotta repre fuckin sent
My ghetto niggas got me getting paid like the president
But tru niggas don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when i do some gangsta shit, you know i gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfucking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No limit records made history in this bitch
And it's a myth on how ghetto niggas getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto shit, and get my thug niggas rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them niggas at
Ready to hit em, p, pass me them thangs, let me get em
Chorus x4
[magic]
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if i don't kill a nigga
They shouldn't be fuckin with ya
They don't respect a fucking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fucked over
Now i may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty niggas came out here to get us, thirty niggas gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any nigga that fuck with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, i'm hitting hard
A made nigga, that's why they call me mister magic
Busting that niggas that try it, magic and laugh
I'm military minding, i don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing niggas, it's all bad
Chorus x4
[master p]
Nigga i ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasnt home so i rode with them killers
And thug niggas high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in cd's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other niggas how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward niggas don't play no fucking games
Me and silkk, c-murder, we killers
Plus magic together, a world of tru niggas
Taking over this rap game
It's no limit for life, lights out i'm the trigger man
(bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ok, i'm reloading. ha ha.
I told yall, no limit niggas, we mercenary soldiers.
We don't talk, we don't rap about niggas.
We all about getting our motherfucking paper.
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once nigga.
Real niggas, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk nigga.
Ha ha, yall fake ass niggas, yall think about it.
Rapping for the motherfucking white folks.
We independent black owned nigga.
Ghetto niggas, ha.
Real niggas and bitches unite. ha ha.
Fuck fifteen percent nigga, i want the whole motherfucking wallet.
Talk to the niggas i feed nigga if you got problems
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20. _ Hook It Up
[master p and layzie bone talking]
Yo layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from new orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in cleveland,
Yeah.
I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. use the code. black or
Blue?
I'ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell krayzie, wish, and flesh have them thangs on 'em cause them hater's is
Out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin' to out smart the po po's.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the d.l.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When i get there, you ain't gotta worry bout nothing. yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause i got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.
Chorus - master p
Igot the hook-up, hook it up. (x8)
[krayzie bone]
Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But i got more then trees
Wanna see what i got? nigga follow me right through the alley
Don't panic, relax, what's happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don't worry about credit, forget it, cause we don't let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up
Chorus (x4)
[layzie bone]
Nigga just got this sack of d
And master p, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And i'ma call you back
Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with mo and the no limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on
[wish bone]
We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with bone
Don't you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don't wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright
[silkk the shocker talking]
You want the hook-up? check this out little. . .
[silkk the shocker]
I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as i can
I take the jingle
But i'm for the counting mother fucking four
All sales are final
Ain't no refund in this mother fucker
This mother fucking shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother fucking spot be hot
Nigga wonder where i be
Cause i'm always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and bone got the chips
Don't even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain't got it shit don't exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See i got what you need
If i ain't got it
I'm going get it
See i ain't hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me silkk the shocker
But you can call me mr. hook it up
[master p and silkk]
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, p, and bone thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Chorus to fade
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21. _ If I Could Change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if i don't shake this thang
Feel like i'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like ? turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while i was outside slangin my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
Robbin' and killin' my own kind, lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, god somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that i did
I can't bring em back, so i get high to forget
All the mistakes that i made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but i'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, god help me to change
Chorus 4x
If i could change, i'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you aids, gotta wear a strap these days
All the time i stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night i had a talk with my momma
Then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
You can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
But what about my little baby, i got a mouth to feed
But i still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the o.g.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain
I wanta change
Chorus 4x
Lord know, picute me ballin
Trapped in this ghetto with my young g's callin
Henacee and weed when they bury p
A quarter key, 6 g's, when they carry me
Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way i work a triple beam
Life, is like a page, i wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
Momma worrying cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, lord put me to sleep
Cause your best friend turn into your enemy
Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I wanta make a change
Chorus fade out
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22. _ Paper Chasing
Geah
Geah
In the house (heyyy)
For the 9-7 geah
Check it out
Eihthype in the house
Geah, you know how we do it
For the 9 to the 7, geah
C'mon chin chin
Gimme those keys, freeze like one times in a raid
Scheming off the top of the pow to get paid
Let's take a trip back - like minnie
A place where they fast cutting - like vinnie
I know - lots of drama
Your momma comin' through in a short skirt straight looking for work
It's my man boom bam in nod
(hey... hey yo what's up bam?)
Coming up in the game i swear to god
Customers roll through - every minute
One time's right after - trying to hit it
Pesos to hood rat hoes, oh yes
Can't - shut us down cause this tribe's on the quest
Possess the baddest sacks to have your block sewed
Interference - we giving a clearence to get float
Hold - up, geah wait a minute
A car full of chronic smokers yeah and i'm in it
I gotta gets the money,
Gotta gets the money cause i needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
I gotta gets the money,
Gotta gets the money cause i needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash c'mon
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash
My shit is kinda difficult to swallow
Here comes the hollow
I be the leader so you follow
Payback's tomorrow
Willie green's on the caper - who get the vapors?
Used to love you now i hate you - won't bring me the paper
These b.g's gon' stay alive
Can't knock my hustle from the west nigga 9 to 5
Greenery to - blow, cristal in the glasses all the way live
S-5's to s ??
Bitches gon' get in where they fit in
Finding my tag a nice rag top to sit in (geah)
Baby the bomb this bitch-ass nigga has ever seen
Down to get cream, wanna be on my team
Buy you some - cause these g's is for hire
20 sacks to burn on 20 inch tyres
Who's under fire - not gettin' paid is what you're facing
Geah, check it out, paper chasing
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash
Check it out
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know i need the money,
Gotta get the money cause i needs the cash cash
Picture me rolling as i take a hit
As i floss my shit
With the fresh chrome kit
Hating because the player's ball
Like big mike something serious leaving nigga straight delirious
Curiosity killed the cat
Gots to get my cheese cause in this game a gang of fucking rats
Plotting to get they ??? on
They ??? on, eating cheese until your fucking skrilla's all gone
You all alone
Remember this phrase(geah) : starving like marvin
Ain't no better fucking days
Want a piece of the pie? take my advice
Hit your block sales and watch out for the fucking vice
Fuck the one time, fuck the gov-ernment
They still ain't send no love
Biz lick cause 25 is what you're facing (geah)
Continue to clucks the rock, paper chasing
(chorus)
Geah
In the house
Eihthype in the house
Willie green in the house
Mr tony in the house
The whole eiht hype click
My nigga master p in the house
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23. _ Bounce That Azz
-hey yo p! wuzzup, dawg? i heard you been out in california, ballin outta
Control!
-yeah, but i'm back home now!
-hey, yo, holla at ya boy, though!
-down south hustlin, little raleigh, we put you on the map yet, dawg?
-since you back down south, man, what you got to tell me, though?
Chorus (5x): bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz
(you shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. pull them draws out ya
Azz and let ya knees shake)
[master p]
Back to the 3rd ward, it sho feel good
Just left cali, now i'm back in the hood
Ain't been home a week, but already gettin paid black
My homeboys fiendin for that dank, i mean that chronic sack
Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know i'm from the calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends actin bad
Don't make me pop the trunk and get that tac, and tap that azz
Walked through the carway, made it to the gym
Hollered at michael brown, big willie, and magnolia slim
See my old girlfriend, damn she hella fine
Got three kids but ain't none of them hoes mine
Asked her is it all good for a light night creep
She said she on her way, whistled at me at a quarter to three
Gold teeth shinin, diamonds almost blinded her
And just like brandy, i wanna be down with ya
Say it's all good, jumped in the lexus
Mobile phone ringin, it's my cousin from texas
Say they bouncin hard to my shit back in 5th ward
North side, south side and south par
Chorus (4x)
[king george]
It's that down south lunatic, livin harder than a brick
Breakin em down, while shakin the town, with hoes all on my dick
Doin what i gotta do, leavin them lawyers without a clue
Playa hatas mad cause my ride on them gold jewels
You hoes bounce that azz, you niggaz get the gat
Playaz in the front, where they at, where they at?
6th folks keep pimpin, you pimps keep pimpin
With a mouth full of gold, i know my shit is kickin
5th wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's
Bitch you pussy poppin, azz bouncin, i wanna grab it, can i have it?
Chorus (2x)
[silkk]
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
Nigga it's the s-i-l to the k but don't forget to dot the "i"
Going into that booth like steak (what?)
3rd ward nigga, fool, n.o., la
Pretend it's yo birthday like lou
But we don't love you hoes like snoop
But like h-town i wanna knock some boots
(why?) just a fool like that
(why you so laid back?) i'm just cool like that
Game fuckin tight, nigga, a step above
A nigga fully strapped so i steps in the club
1 little, 2 little, 3 little dog bitches
4 little, 5 little, 6 little dog bitches
7 little, 8 little, 9 little dog bitches
Now which one of you hoes is comin home with me?
Pffft! pffft! lodi dodi, who came to party?
I'm not slick rick but i'm leavin with somebody
We just some down south niggaz who rock the mike
Don't give a fuck, cause bounce all night
Chorus (2x)
[gangsta t]
Pull me out to the ballin, and watch em get served
Bouncin in the u-haul, gettin full of that herb
All them stuntin ass niggaz finna give it up (lay it down)
Lightin up the whole block as i stuff em in the truck
Bitches this the payback, for them weak ass ?twav? sacks
Save that shit for to poppa (us down south niggaz don't play that)
A bout it ass nigga from that boot
(tell em dawg) all of that is my nature, to up a ak
Ain't takin no shorts, already lost in this system
Either bounce or get bounced, so you hoes get with it
Chorus (2x)
Uptown (bounce that azz, ho)
Downtown (bounce that azz, ho)
The west bank (bounce that azz, ho)
Louisiana (bounce that azz, ho)
Texas (bounce that azz, ho)
Oklahoma (bounce that azz, ho)
Florida (bounce that azz, ho)
Memphis (bounce that azz, ho)
Alabama (bounce that azz, ho)
Georgia (bounce that azz, ho)
Mississippi (bounce that azz, ho)
Arkanasas (bounce that azz, ho)
Missouri (bounce that azz, ho)
Carolina (bounce that azz, ho)
California (bounce that azz, ho)
Everybody (bounce that azz, ho)
Chorus (4x)
Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch. roll a nigga dick and get fucked
Bitch. ha, ha, ha!ya'll so nasty! master p and da down south hustlers in
This muthafucka! (ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit
Party is the shit) bout to be outty 5, now, bitch! (ain't no party like a
No limit party cause a no limit party is the shit) no limit records,
Bouncin and swingin! and stay off of my niggaz!
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24. _ I Got The Hook Up!
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)(8x)
[master p]
I live my life as a thug but girl you know i need ya
Each and ever women that i meet damn they don't wanna be ya
It ain't no limit to what we could do
Holla if ya hear me girl you know i'm comin' through
I'm out here on the grind livin' my life fast
And if you really love me lay some blankets on the grass
I know the way i live make you wanna cry
But you know i gotta hustle that's the way i survive
It ain't no changin' me but me and you could make it
Let's fix a plate of ghetto love with grits eggs and bacon
Let me wipe away your ghetto tears misery and pain
All you need is a passport i got the hookup and a private plane
(chorus)
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
[sons of funk]
For a while tears are all that we shared our love was fading so fast
Was right now is wrong gaining fast baby
In the night i sat alone wanting you crying out for you
Wondering who's loving you baby
Something happened along the way the love that we shared has gone away
We tried and tried for a better day for that day girl i pray
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
Holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)(3x)
I love you ohhhhhhh holla if you hear me
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye bye
[master p and sons of funk]
Don't wanna be lonely i don't wanna be lonely (holla if you hear me)
Ya heard me i ain't tryin' to be lonely (don't wanna be lonely)
Cuz you know what everybody needs somebody (with or without you)
And i'm a thug for you girl the thug in me
Go put your soldier outfit on let's go to war tonight ya heard me
Don't wanna be lonely i don't wanna be lonely sons of funk ya hear me
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
Don't wanna go on livin' without you
Holla if you heard me ughhhh master p sons of funk sons of funk
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
Can we go on livin' without you
I got the hook up holla if you hear me (ughhhhhh)
And if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you
{said during chorus}
Holla if you heard me ughhhh master p sons of funk sons of funk
Ya'll know how we do it no limit stlye baby told ya'll it was no limit
Was up with you shorty you're too cute to have them hittin' on you
You heard me you need me here goes my cellular phone number
Just call me if you need the hook up girl we gone handle that
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25. _ Life In The Fast Lane
(master p)
Yo fool, reach me another clip, you know what i'm sayin'?
These niggas been talking hella shit in 91 (here you go fool)
Yeah, but check this out,
It's 1992 and the real untouchables is back in this motherfucker
With a whole new stupid sick as posse, ready to get paid
Check it out, i am going to introduce you to my motherfucking posse, you know
What i'm saying?
Markest banks in the motherfucking house
Daniel fry in the motherfucking house
Chilee powdah in the motherfucking house
Dj ambush in the motherfucking house
C-murder in the motherfucking house
Master p in the motherfucking house
And check this out, you know what i'm saying though?
We bout to get stupid though
C-murder bout to go and bust a freestyle and let you niggas know what's
Happening out here
Go tell them what's up c-murder...
(c-murder)
My life is moving fast, but i'm taking it slow
And i'm watching my back everywhere i go
Cause niggas getting mad for the shit that i own
From my gold to my money to my cellular phone
A fool thought he robbed me, thought he got away clean
'til he turned around, i put some holes in his jeans
Then he lost his balance and fell straight to his knees
Threw his hands in the air and started begging me please(pleeeaassee)
Don't shoot me c, i got some kids at home
I said, "fuck it," and put a hole in his dome
Because the way the world is, you can't be faking the funk
You say one word and homies popping they trunk
But do you think this shit is over? well, it just begun
You know i don't take shit and i do not run
Because if a nigga fuck with me, then he needs to be robbed
Jackin' motherfuckers is my only job
I take your money, your shoes, and you brand new jeep
And if you see my face, then i put you to sleep
I just take advice of what my brother say (master p: "remember this...")
"always watch your back and never ever play."
Don't leave your piece, because you would not win
My nine millimeter is my best friend
(master p)
Yeah haha
(c-murder)
Because this is the fast life bitch, and i will bust your ass
Strip you clean, and leave you dead in the grass
I'm c-murder, bitch and i come in hard
With my gat, i am sending more niggas to the morgue
(master p)
Sending niggas to the morgue
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
The real untouchables, yeah, ha
The real untouchables, yeah
The real untouchables, yeah
And check it out, this for 92
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
C-murder's sending niggas to the morgue
Richmond, cali's in the motherfucking house
Houston, texas in the motherfucking house
New orleans in the motherfucking house
Yeah, ha
Check it out, check it out
C-murder, c-murder
C-murder you got any last words before we go and get up out this motherfucker?
(c-murder)
Yeah, if niggas talk shit, i am going to commit a homicide
Bitch, punk ass motherfuckers
(master p)
We out this motherfucker
Like the last nigga that fuck with us last year
Especially these bitches, haha
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26. _ Homies And Thugs (remix)
Verse 1:
(scarface)
Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
Niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And i'm driving to a place they're all rome'
The lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makin' music for the streets
Cause i love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, i remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
Cause off in these streets i keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck being a nigga in your army; though i'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
What i mean when i say i love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
And talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggaz
(chorus x6)
This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
Verse 2
(master p)
'face, imagine us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No limit soldiers to the fullest
See i was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto niggaz can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everything i build
True to the ghetto that's my life
You see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
Cause i be dumping niggaz off from new orleans to california
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tie
But we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
Chorus x6
Verse 3:
(doracell)
It's alive, and i'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here i come
Da last don
Niggaz steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle
Doracell nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt
Thug nigga
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27. _ Trick Or Treat Whodi
{*woman screaming*}
[master p]
Guess who's back.. it's freddy? nah, p bitch!
Whassssssup? ah-hahahahaha
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi?
I'm right 'cross the street whodi
And i think i seen the beast whodi!
[master p]
It must be halloween, ya heard me? it all happened at once
I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt
My mind fucked up, i done seen a black cat {*rowr!*}
Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back
Ran up the block it was like a movie
I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi
I knocked on the doors {*ding-dong*} and it broke the mirror {*crash*}
I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??)
It must be a nightmare, but i'm bout to wake up
Then i put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck
{*engine revs*} headed to the club, the party's off the hook
Until i ran into this nigga that i knew was a crook
He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you
Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*}
Nah, fuck the world, i'm about to go for mines
Cause i'm trapped in this dream like i'm trapped in crime
I see this younger ??, hair looked just like eve
And i'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in new orleans?
Now is this a curse, or shit i did bad
Or my mind playin tricks cause i snatched a kid's bag
[chorus]
[slay sean]
Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime
Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine
It's showtime, raisin hell {*roar!*} one more time
Thugs move, no rules bottom line
You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*scree!*}
Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine
Niggaz wild out, {*scree!*} throw eggs, the people beg
October 31st niggaz need to be caged
No remorse {*scree!*} you done heard my force
Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts
It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price
Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice
When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life
You know you hear the screams {*scream*} it's a horrible sight
Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night
Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life
[chorus]
[master p]
Trick or treat, kiddies!
Bout to deliver the mail once again
"ghetto postage," all platinum bitch!
I told y'all everybody
Y'all can't fuck with no limit (hahahaha)
Who's laughin now, whodi? hehehehe, trick or treat!
Junebug, you better take that mask off
And get your little bitch-ass inside!
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28. _ After Dollars, No Cents
[master p - intro]
Whatsup niggaz?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. m-p(nigga)(haha)
Come 1 come all, tru niggaz ball(i told y'all)
I know there's niggas out there waitin' for the fall
(y'all can't stop a motherfuckin' tank)
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Nigga tryin' to pay the rent
[master p - verse 1]
I'ma hustler, baller, nigga g'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, mama- was born to cry
Wild like a long fuckin' ranger
Niggaz from the south keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why niggaz watchin' nigga's back,
Cause they gone on that powder shit
Caine, nigga's gang, heroin in the vain
Fuckin' with they brains
Who the next nigga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next nigga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so i'm strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see - motherfuckin' t.r.u.
Soldier til i die, fuck it i won't cry
Look my enemy, in the eye
Fuck every nigga that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if i have to die, cause a nigga gone shout it
I was born a no limit soldier, from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers don't talk
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
[master p - verse 2]
You know kriss, i'm kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No limit niggaz got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the south to overseas
Niggaz independant, and rowdy
Nigga check billboard, number 1 and bout it
That's why niggaz tryin' to get us on the radio
Now niggaz might see the p. on the video
But a nigga, still tru to the gizzame
Cause i, represent the hood and every fuckin' nigga that gangbang
The streets is so real, fool guard yo grill
Smoke one for the homies that done made it over the hill
Cause we.....
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chev's to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
[silkk the shocker - verse 3]
After...dollars no cents, we representin', no limit
Put a dime rolex presidential, nigga ride everythang ???
Nigga i went from riches to riches
Not motherfuckin' rags to riches
Cause i, always had money
Cause i, always had bitches
Yeah a motherfuckin' nigga tryin' to get mo' dough
Nigga act like you know the motherfuckin' sco' though
I pull a ice solo, hit a 40 g lo
Lay-low pro, get a benz, too dope
??????, gold tank, crush diamonds, and mo mo's
Nigga runnin' from the po po's, hidin' from a lo lo'
Takin' trips together to the ???
Fa'sho though, puttin' a vest up under my polo
Nigga strapped with the 4 when i'm solo
To test the best, then that's a no no
365 days, 24/7, i'm bout my riches
See money, is a must, everything's a plus, includin' weed and bitches
It went from 18/5 a ki, not 18/5 for me, c and p to do a show
Act like y'all know, ghetto millionaire,
Shippin gold out the do', you know?
[silkk & master p - talking until end]
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