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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

[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

(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...

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*

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

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

It

(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

[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

[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

[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

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

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

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

[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]