Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002) by Master P (보컬) on maniadb.com

{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]

What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office!

This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie.

[Intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What!

[Chorus 2X: Master P]
My niggas here we go (huh) from the streets
we clock that doe (what)
doo rags with a mouth full a golds (huh)
all my niggas ready ta roll (what!)

[Master P]
Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back
cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack
I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger
but ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga
roll a V12, big body trucks
all chromed out, and all souped up
find me sit'in on the porch in the project blowin blunt
waitin ta get paid on the first on the month
now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with me
I'm that nigga out the CP3
woday ball'in dem bricks, and dranks on me
ain't no stunn'in lady, yall know who I be
I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life
gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!)

[Slay Sean]
Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat,
fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat
rock two like didacks, chase rap kidacks
this nigga blast on east and south cridack
my shit didack, like key sadacridack
movie in the clickclack, come on suck my didack
ser don't box like rata ta ta ta
hoes in your face smack bodies when ya lay dat
serk ain't the shit, oh I know you ain't say that
you knew I come get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat!

[Chorus repeat 4X]

[Master P Outro]
Where the project niggas at? (what what)
Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what)
Where them down south niggas at? (what what)
Where them east coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what)
Where them west coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them project niggas at? (what what)
Ain't no niggas, like my niggas
(what, what, what, what, what, what,
what, what, what, what, what)

[Repeat statement]

[Repeat Chorus 2X]

Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys will take you out

[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the block

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
J.D. and Outkast showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood

That bulls off the leash when we up to no good
It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled
teamed

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[C-Murder]
Down South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a f**k if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the f**k up before I split yo sh....

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up (ha ha)

This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west.
I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)

[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars]

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game

[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain
Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane

[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang

[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]

[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac
And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]

[Snoop]
I'll bless you before I diss you
Y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they collars
While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars
Make a nigga wanna holler
Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators
Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'

[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]

shake it from the south from the north to the east
twerk it to the west from club to the street
(chorus)2x
shake that thang
twerk that thang
wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang
shake what your momma gave ya
you look good thats why they hate ya

(master P)
you found a bitch wit ????
with that ass G shaking
put that hump in your back
and you n your girl trade places
drop it like its hot
shake it to they pop
in the back of the club
from the bottom to the top
???????? see im ready for that
bend over touch your toes
let that monkey out the dress
no panties , no thong
i mite take ya home
we could do rite and we could do wrong
like thug girl dat mite get down
you gotta couple ????? we might do a couple rounds
them girls be actin bad
on the dance floor shacking ass (huh)
in the club whodi gettin the cash (what)
balling them goochies and No Limit bag (huh)

(chorus) 2x

(Master P)
big bodys on chrome
tattoos on my arm
my boonapliss at the tele
my bobuski at home
ima bout to act a donkey
i like the chocolate like brown
but the trunk actin donkey
quick qurves like a coke bottle
i mean dick like a stallion
but treated like a supermodel
make the waiter drop the dranks
make crippeled old man take walks to the banks
shake it in the morning shake it in the evening
ill play georges she can play weesy
ride it like a bike
twerk it all night
grab the wall im from the left to the right

(chorus) 2x

MASTER P TALKING TILL REST

[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly keep rising to the top
Now it' No Limit East
My boy Short Circuit here, Slay Sean
We laying it down for the 2 G's ya heard me

[Master P & (Slay Sean)]
We went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced out (E-Class and that's just the beginning)
Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die
(Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.)
(Far out, risin' to the top) Not to be stopped
(Untouchable, I'm tellin' you, watch when we drop)
That hot shit (Straight thug for rock shit)
(My click like to pop clips when niggas pop shit)
(My chain let's you know) I'm doin' my thang
(And my ring let's you niggas know) That y'all can't hang
(When I bang, I'm not tryin' to hear) A got damn thang
(It's Slay Sean and P and No Limit's the game)

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P & (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about livin' the life
Been there done that, shit I paid the price
(I seen wigs get split, kids get hit)
(All for the love of money, that's rediculous)
Sometimes I ask how did I get into this
Life ain't fair, that's the reason I don't care
(Hit the street when it's time eat, if it's beef) Draw the heat
(I can't get outta this) I'm in too deep
(Can't sleep, too many jays walkin' a beat)
Had many breaks, got my hustle on in many states
(I went from PA then to VA back to PA)
(Doin' it bouncin' on junx on the freeway)
Gettin' if it's problems you want I'm givin' it
(No if's and's or but's) Whodi we serious

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P & (Slay Sean)]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
No Limit Communications, whodi I'm slangin' phones
(I ride chrome, fuck bitches till they moan)
(Put em' to sleep, when they wake up I'm gone)
I'm so wrong, tellin' shorties to hold on
They wait for me, my sex game is so strong
Late nights gettin' these tapes right
I take flights around the world tryin' to break mights
(Puffin' weed, Black Dye crushin' me)
(Smokin' out in weather thinkin' they can fuck with me)
(Pop some bees, wild out drop the V)
(Slay Sean yeah we on that watch and see)
(Thanks to P, No Limit is the place to be)
(He believed in me when the eighties had no faith in me)
(Everything is real ain't no fake in me)
(You only heard one side of Slay, this is a taste of me)

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Short Circuit talking]
Yeah Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx
Harlem, Philly, Jersey
Ya heard, the whole East Coast baby
Connecticut, yeah all my Binghamton niggas
Everybody out of state gettin' that money
It's goin' to y'all baby

[Master P talking]
And all y'all thugs out there Down South
Y'all keep y'all heads up
To the West Coast to the Mid-West
Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin' ya heard me
Soldiers for life whodi
I gotta say what up to my group Afficial, Red Alert and Flex
Oh yeah, we gonna rock the Tunnel
And every club out there this year whodi
It's our time to shine, it ain't no limit ya heard

[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?)

[Chorus: Master P - army drill style]
I don't know what you've been told
(I don't know what you've been told)
But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(Where are all my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!)

[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

[Chorus]

[Master P]
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!

Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah
(ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through!

I don't know whats wrong wit these f**kaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha f**ka get wit me i try to teach a
motha f**ka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
the f**k goin AWOL man i let these motha f**kaz in here, then they go to the
f**kin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any f**kin producers runnin
they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha f**ka couldn't even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats
what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone f**k wit ya. Sell all the
stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a f**k. I don't have no image to
hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police
and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u
punta?

[Magic - talking]
I dare one of you say something bout me
Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on}
Don't be mad
These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on}
Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me

[Hook 2x: Magic]
Believe the nigga
These pockets gone stay fat nigga
See me and P we go way back, you best stay back
To you hatas muthafuck this is payback

[Verse One: Magic]
These niggas is hatin we like what ever
We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda
Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never
Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta
We got an essential because us niggas so clever
and make a mill break me off is how we stay together
I'm doing my own thing but me and P we forevea
Favor for favor we got this shit on lock
Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back
I go to church straped with a 45 glock
Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces
Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me

Hook 2X: Magic

[Verse Two: Master P]
Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together
Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and
I don't know why you hate me?
Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately
Only real niggas stand on my block
and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock
Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with
Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with
These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
but if you fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right
Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently
but ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n

Hook 2X: Magic

[Verse Three: Magic]
Hatin get you no where
You niggas better hush
Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass touched
I don't want bust I wanna bet you down to mush
Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much
See Magic from the nine where they don't mind dying
Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin
So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado
5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas
You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready
Your music is dull plus I'm sharp as a machete
Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get
The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me

Hook 2X: Magic

[Master P - talking]
Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper
When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune
Then ya'll speak on
Nigga know that we from the gutta
We made it to the butta
and that's why they mad at us
Tryin to keep us off MTV
Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye
but we street niggas
and we know how to hustle
We gonna always get ours nigga
Believe that

[Master P talking]
Yo T, I know you there girl pick up the phone
Anyway, I'm on my way ya heard me

[Tamar Braxton & (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me (I got my eyes on you too whodi, ha ha)
And I really want to know (I wanna make ya my babooski, ya heard)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton x2]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
What, what, what, what
The first time I seen you I met you in a party
Something about them eyes and the way you walk
It's something about them thighs and the way you talk
Make me wanna grab my pistol and go to war
I'm a thug but it's all love baby
Don't be scared, I'm not gon' break ya heart baby
Picture this a lil' sexin' on the beach, ya heard
Ya ready freaky when ya doin' this with me whodi
You like rides then I got plenty of dogs
You wanna go fast then boo I got exotic cars
You wanna be platinum then girl I'm gon' ice you up
And if the Benx too small take a Rolls or truck, ya heard

[Tamar Braxton & (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton x2]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
I don't mean to brag but if ya need some money boo I got that
10 karats on ya finger I bet cha' girl ya got that
Ya gotta play it safe whodi, I ain't gon' sweat chu'
Ya like to get freaky, tonight I'm gon' wet chu'
Champagne mix it up, hook it up with the bubble bath
Throw it to the hot tub, dresser, stab
Don't play no games whodi, then we can rock that
That new Jag truck you wanted boo you got that
I'm gon' be there for ya shorty but not trickin'
It's all love a lil' thuggin' and huggin' and kissin'
Toni Braxton says they wasn't man enough
But I'm a soldier girl so is it cool or what

[Tamar Braxton & (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Tamar Braxton & (Master P)]
Tell me can you keep a secret
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Tell me boy exactly what you do
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights

[Master P talking]
It's out thing ya heard me
My life, your life, we can do whatever we want baby, we grown
Huh, you gon' be there for me, I'm gon' be there for you babooski

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

{Chorus 2x - Krazy}
We some No Limit Soldiers
(We still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see No Limit is an army

{Master P}
Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause No Limit is a part of history

Chorus 2x

{Krazy}
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready

{Slay Sean}
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart

Chorus 4x

{Master P}
Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe
The soulja boy never let you go
You gotta man he ain't got to know
And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)

Chorus: 2x
{Master P in the background of chorus until chorus is done}
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
{Erika Fox}
The way - you - make - me - feel
Make me wanna run wit you
Such a boy can I roll wit you
*I'm always lovin' you 2nd time thru

{Master P}
[Verse 1]
Check it out
You and ya girls come follow me
I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P
I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z
I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold
Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve
I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve
We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die
And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high

Chorus:2x

{Master P}
[Verse 2]
How do you do my senorita
Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya"
Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya
I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya
Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya
Hit me on the cell or on the beepa
Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya
Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!

Chorus:2x

{Erika Fox}
I'll be your soulja girl
Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy
I'll be your soulja girl

{Erika Fox}
[Verse 3]
I need a soulja boy ready to go to war
A fire boy with 20'z on his car
When I need some love he won't be far
I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)
Talk that talk, but keep it real
And never stop but plays the bills
And I love the way he makes me feel
Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real

Chorus: 2x

{Master P}
Hook1: 3x
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Ha!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!

{Master P in background behind himself talking}
Hook2: 4x
Hut 1, Hut 1, Hut 2

{Master P}
Hook3: 4x
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! - (rhythm of the music)
No Limit Soldiers can't be stop

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Chorus:2x (without Master P in the background)

[Master P]
Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh?
Take one of mine and don't think I'm a take one of yours
Huh, might take three or four of yours
Lights out

[Chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Master P]
Now I done pissed on some graves and put some gats in some mouths
I done ran through the hood and made the rats come out
Now y'all think it's a fuckin game
These niggaz know why I came
I'm bout to knock on his door
And bust this bitch brains
This nigga done stole somethin from me
That I could never get back
See I remember the days me and my soldiers dressed in all black
Now if it's twenty five to life, I might do myself
Cuz I was a ghetto nigga, and some bad cards was delt
No milk from the bottle, momma had beer in her tittys
Now the more I smoke weed, I think these niggaz wanna get me
And I'm paranoid, for all the souls got taught
But should I sit down like a bitch, or revenge what I lost
{*gun shot*}

[Chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Krazy]
Get your people on the floor, I need fifty G's
Tell your mother fuckin daugher that she better not breathe
I'm full of greed, til' I get this fuckin paper out ya'
And I bet you tommorow they gone read about ya'
Three bodys found burned, with they tongue n head missing
When I cut ya' daughters throat, her body start pissin'
??? hit ya, I don't know why I just smoked your ass
but nigga called me on the phone, and said he had the cash
Oh shit, I told him meet me at the park
A black suit, some Jason masks after dark
Nigga didn't bring the cops, so I guess he was stuck
Hit him fifty fuckin times, and I told him shhh...

[Chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Slay Sean]
Assed out, no where to go with the gats out
Stashed out, ready and willing to mash out
Hit the crack house
Two in the spot, back out
One in the leg
Two in the head, Blacked out
Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out
Stalling on me, hurry up pull them stacks out
Times runnin' out, sooner or later you assed out
Times up nigga, shhh.... LIGHTS OUT

[Chorus]
Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Master P]
Yea'... Y'all cowards out there, Hush
All Y'all real niggas out there, Hush
Do what you gotta do nigga, then Hush
HAHA, some mo' motherfuckin' fairy tales from Ghetto Postage nigga
With the motherfuckin' stamps on it, ya heard me?

[Chorus: Afficial]
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll
Live how we live stroll how we stroll

[Master P]
I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks
I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks
Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters
Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter
I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color
My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer
I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz
But I still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like T. Harris
They should call em Arnold Shwartzeneger cuz I carry gold 4-5's
And my mission in life is to make millions til I die
They should retire my jersey cuz everything I ship be platinum
And if you aint wit No Limit you don't know what's happenin

Chorus:

[Afficial]
F-L-A-L damn that's E-S
Still spit game get head up in the G-S
Rap game nice ball game nice
Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice
Even when im knowing im wrong im right right
You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight
And everywhere im going im hearin A A
Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare
16 guns got me 16 trials
16 boss got you 16 thous
16 shots get you 16 wholes
my wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know

Chorus:

[Afficial]
Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game
Push my rover to the limit I abused the range
Change cars like my clothes including shoes
Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms
I love cash but go to jail just to workout
Get a year for G-P get big and get out
I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while
So I can go down south wit platinum teeth when I smile
Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches
Trucks so big I could scoot like 30 bitches
Yall money short like 30 midgets
Giani suit or No Limit gear I do buisenss

crazy
a bitch is a straight hoe we all know watch her nbend and take it in the cat on the club floor
a head full of weave and her shorts up her ass a thug girl know to make em flee in the past
she want some hennessy nigga f**k amoretta once you f**k this thug girl i bet you wont forget her
as soon as the bitch see you lookin she gon back it up on you you just married the hoe i forgot to warn you
we some no limit niggas with some no limit girls and you best realize we in a no limit world
me and my nigga c tag team on them hoes cause they love a nigga over 6 feet with some golds
bling blingin phone ringin it aint nothin i need some hennesy i bout to go a bang something
see carazy love a thug girl thats for sure give me a rubber believe im a f**k that hoe FEEL IT

chorus:
a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, im a breeder not a lover.
a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, Ima soilder not a lover.

master p
I wanna thug with ya make love wit cha some some bud wit cha sit in hot tubs wit cha
I got the hook up baby girl so holla if you hear me take a trip to the motel cause its time to get busy
take the batteries out your phone put the beeper on vibe now picture me ballin and beatin up them thighs
I see you ready got ya nipples on hard baby lick me up and down and let me clown lady
you lookin good in your victoria secret boo put my name on your ass now whats up with you
i see your girlfriend jockin and you smiling like a child so lets get out this club and lets go home and get buck wild.

Chorus:
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you

Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever

Chorus:

We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on Tupac
Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy E died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone

Chorus: