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[Master P]
My military mind.. makes me a soldier And I'm the last one left (last one left) Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!} (Ain't nuttin wrong wit change) Ain't nuttin wrong wit makin moves {I ain't hard to find, ya HEARD ME?} You brought me from the dust to death (from dust to death) So forget anybody, that don't believe in (forget anybody that don't believe) {Fuck my adversaries!} The words (the words) that you laid upon me (that you laid upon me) And to my enemies (and to my enemies) and the media (the media) the feds (and the feds) the IRS (and the IRS) fuck all y'all {FUCK ALL Y'ALL!} This No Limit shit (this No Limit shit) Dis TRU Master P shit (dis TRU Master P shit!) is tatted in my soul (is tatted in my soul) is placed in my heart (is placed in my heart) and only you know the way (and only you know the way) of the righteous man (of the righteous man) And only you know how righteous we really are (And only you know how righteous we really are) Because of you {It's No Limit for life} we should eat and the world should be satisfied we ain't hustlin no mo' We ain't huntin no mo' (we ain't huntin no mo') I'm a 3rd Ward nigga for life (I'm a 3rd War nigga for life, ya heard me?!) I only returned to this rap game {REPRESENT!} to just (to just) on the evil disciples (on the evil disciples) They got lucky in this rap game (They got lucky in this rap game) Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom (Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom) Be not far from me for the trouble is near (the trouble is near) The roaring lions has surrounded me {IT DON'T MATTER} Turned my friends into enemies (turned my friends into enemy) My family members into.. money hungry snakes but the bull in me will never give up (THE BULL IN ME) Even though the intents of evil is against me (Even though the intents of evil is against me) But uhh, the Lord is my Shepherd (the Lord is my Shepherd) and I shall not want (and I shall not want) {We got the eyes on y'all} All my ghetto thug and thugettes (All my ghetto THUG and THUGETTES) Follow me (ride with me) {we watchin y'all} I come to teach not to preach (I come to teach.. not to preach) A good soldier prepare for war in the time of peace and I make records for all y'all soldiers From the North, South, West, to the East (unnnnngggggghhh) Keep your eyes on the beast though (keep your eyes on the beast) Ain't no man could stop us (ain't no man could stop us) Ain't no man could put no barriers in all my life (And ain't no haters can take us, ya heard me?!) And only God can judge me (only God can judge me) Only God can judge me (only God can judge me) {Snakes they come in all shapes and sizes, ya heard me?} R.I.P. Tupac (R.I.P. Tupac) Biggie Smalls (Biggie Smalls) Kevin Miller (my little brother Kevin Miller) I made this album for the niggaz that love us (for niggaz that love us) and even for the niggaz that hate us (Fuck the niggaz that hate us though!) {WE STILL ON TOP THOUGH!} Cause without y'all (but without y'all) I COULDN'T BE THE MOTHERFUCKIN MAN! (I COULDN'T BE!) I COULDN'T BE WHERE I'M AT RIGHT NOW! (NUMBER ONE ON BILLBOARD!) SO Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP HATIN, KEEP RIDIN {LOOK WHERE I'M AT NIGGA, AND LOOK WHERE YOU AT} (ALWAYS, TOP TEN) and keep tryin (keep tryin) You can't stop No Limit motherfucker (Can't stop the motherfuckin TANK!!) {Ghetto motherfuckin Bill Gates nigga} It's a whole world of us (a whole motherfuckin lot of us) There's millions of us IT'S BILLIONS OF US NIGGAZ READY TO RIDE! (Ready to ride nigga) Ready for y'all niggaz that's God at concerts Talkin bout No Limit (oh yeah) Talkin bout motherfuckers on records (Nigga we got tabs on y'all) Y'ALL REAL NIGGAZ NEED TO SLAP THE +PISS+ OUT SOME OF THESE OL' BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Cause only the real the gon' survive.. |
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{Master P prays in the background}
Our father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth, as it is in heaven {spoken over prayer} Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary.. Hail Mary.. Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary.. {singing part comes in} + {Hail Mary spoken over} Now I lay me down to sleep.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep.. and if I die before I wake.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to take.. (UNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH) [Master P] Did I live my life as a killer, did I grow up with the thugs? See I coulda been a doctor, instead I sold drugs My best partner was bloated, probably live if he wasn't loaded I got so many questions Lord, that's why I told it That ida like mosquita, don't wanna be the beaver But on judgement day, I know I wanna see ya Momma pray for you baby {*echoes*} See this ghetto got me crazy {*echoes*} Lord help me don't slay me {*echoes*} I'm just tryin to feed my babies {*echoes*} In the world where it's phony, where your enemies be your homies And Lord, won't ya be there when the Devil run up on me {singing part comes in} + {Hail Mary spoken over} Now I lay me down to sleep.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep.. and if I die before I wake.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to take.. [Magic] Where do we go from here Cause I want to see ? without a ounce of fear Hopin that my time ain't near Wishin that I'd NEVER seen my momma shed a tear I've done so much wrong in my life, at night I sleep with my eyes open, hopin that the Reaper pass me by, I'm tryin to change But my life's deranged Jackin my own color for they rangs and change Forgive me I was tryin to be a MAN with this pistol in my hand but took a forty-four, slug in my back just to make me understand (my Lord) So can I still be an angel? Or on judgement day, will you treat me like a stranger? {singing part comes in} + {Hail Mary spoken over} Now I lay me down to sleep.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep.. and if I die before I wake.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to take.. {singing part} Now I lay me down to sleep.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep.. and if I die before I wake.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to take.. Now I lay me down to sleep.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep.. and if I die before I wake.. I pray the Lord.. my soul to take.. |
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[D.I.G.]
Whassup man? I think you need to back up off me brah Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good And I have a attitude problem You might push that button to strike that nerve So you need to just go 'head on and back up [Master P] WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??! Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone See I'm the thug of the century Cause I done laid it down from the streets to overseas to penitentiary We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya See the eyes of the tiger in my blood Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub? We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah) See nuttin don't last forever but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at? All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock From the South to the East, give it up And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up (UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me?? Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [D.I.G.] Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs and pistols bein cocked at all times and when you run up you gon' fall down Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 8X) |
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[Silkk does his impersonation of Al Pacino's "Scarface"]
It's oahkay mayn! Yeh it's oahkay (it's oahkay mayn) They don't wanna see you retire mayn (uh-ahh) Why dey wanna fuck witchu? Why do they wanna fuck witchu? We don't bother nobody (nobody mayn) We don't bother nobody (nobody) unless somebody bother us They wanna bring it now? (They wanna bring it?) We can bring it dere mayn (We can do this mayn!) So fuckin big (so big) so fuckin big [Master P] Run Forrest! Ha HAHHH! I'm right behind you nigga so you can't hide You done FUCKED UP now! Shay hello to my little friend! {*four rapid fire shots*} [Silkk, punctuated by gunshots] YO hah YO hah YO hah Yo.. Look what y'all made me do nigga, we just tryin to live Crossed the family one time, and we ain't tryin to forgive We ain't nuttin but some thug niggaz that's, trapped in crime And how we end our beef? We click clack them nines I was taught at the beginning {*two shots*} taught to win it {*two shots*} DON'T FUCK WIT ME MAYN! {*rapid fire*} I got a short temper Niggaz spreadin rumors tappin our phones make a nigga, wanna do bad ? get money stashed, ? on his ass Foreign cars with at least a hundred on dash (You thought you'd be paid right?) But not this rich Thought about a, 4 or 5, then a brother betta, cop me a 6 Now find me in the studio somewhere, droppin hits Overlookin the product somewhere, choppin bricks We makin the hood, or we gon' TAKE IT TO THE HOOD Yeah we gangsters difference between us and y'all WE MAKE IT LOOK GOOD TAKE E'RYTHING DEEP {*two shots*} go all out {*two shots*} {*rapid fire*} Said E'RYTHING - y'all know what we about [Master P] If you a soldier, then raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags But if you a soldier, then raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags Now if you a soldier, raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags But if you a soldier, raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags I told y'all the ghetto was a trap, but y'all fools didn't listen I mean you like to cut class that's why you always missin Are you broke, are you old, are you rich, are you cold Are you mad at me cause yo' shit didn't go gold? Take a slug to the dome nigga {*two shots*} boo-yaa boo-yaa {*two shots*} {*rapid fire*} Cause I squeeze the fuckin trigger, ha hahh! Now I'm back for revenge nigga, fuck your friends I got automatic weapons that'll, do you in Fuck with SILKK, then you fuckin with P But if you FUCK WITH MY MONEY, then you fuckin with me See it's real out in the streets and y'all niggaz be fakin We all about the cheddar y'all bout grits and bacon I'm bout gettin paid for life, y'all bout livin trife And that Benz that you lovin, I had it the other night Ya heard me? {*two shots*} Hoody Hooooo! Two mo' nigga! {*two shots*} {*rapid fire*} |
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Master P talking:
Say Brah, I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Chorus: Mac (Master P) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Verse 1: (Mac) Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you fuck with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Niggas like 50 Dollars and Fiend, niggas like Magic Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my niggas and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and shit, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier shit on my frame you holla Chorus Mac (Master P): Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Verse 2: Master P Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them hoes about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no motherfucking stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest motherfucker you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million motherfuckers on your street? Chrous : Mac (Master P) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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[MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
[Ms] You ready for the whole thing? [MP] Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha? [Ms] Tchk, no [MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me? [Ms] That's straight [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt See I make my money, every first of the month If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool Cause you know them niggaz think we rich they gon' act a fuckin fool [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [D.I.G.] Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady I just ask your name, I never say 'Yo whazzup baby?' because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu Girl you keep it real with me and look I keep it real with you too Boo All of these feelings I'm holdin inside Some feelings I can never hide I never keep a secret or tell a lie I'ma let you shine all the time And when you roll through the ghetto let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me? [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peaches] You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy All I want.. is for us, to be, together No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P] My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me? My boonapalist -- every thug need one That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me? Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me? That's a boonapalist, that's what I need That's what I need a boonapalist But all the homies out there If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me? That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me? |
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Master P talking:
This goes out to all the soldiers out there All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength ya heard me? (Hoody Hoo) Don't let nothing hold you back Keep your eyes on your enemies and just remember a wise man learn, but a fool never will it aint no limit soldiers Verse 1: (Master P) Dear Brother, I should I say soldiers of all colors where we went wrong I wrote this love song for ya Let me begin to tell ya how I love ya and if your heart is anything like mine soldier I die for ya You never met me but you felt my presence Your father, Your son, your brother that's my essence I'm only human so I stress like you, and I'm just like you, and someday I gotta leave this flesh like you We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand in convictions, seeking confessions, but confused by the devil's hand and no of us was born killers and thieves, but its the evil we instill in the seed Am I soldier cause I run against the seed wodie? Don't nothing truly exist but your dreams wodie and any times I find myself worshiping the morning But when you catch me off track just put me back on it with ya love.... Chorus: Sons of Funk, (Master P) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 2: (Nas) Check it out I bought this two tickets to see these No Limit movies _Foolish_ _I Got The Hook Up!_ , me and my baby far from a hooker It's good to see young men doing something right with their life could be a the next Spielberg, I supported it I enjoyed it that night We thug millionaries, everywhere, you look we ballin' but there always gotta be somebody stupid to spoil it I call it, everytime I see it, it gets me heated this fake thugging, actin like they can't bleep shit Another coward I gotta bury, I'm hot on you secondary, we vow that you lesser than me we last forever, mask together, No Limit, Ill Will, Queensbrigde, killers cash forever You feel this, have my whole projects on an airplane to kill shit Made nigga before the money, killers taking all this from me But I learned how to chill, now I'm rightfully living Cause the clowns out here get you life in the prison.....Man Chorus: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 3: (Mac) Now to you living mothers, havin' hell raising you brothers cause the baby's daddy don't love ya You still a queen ole' girl, don't let him get you down Just do your thing if he real he gonna come around but if he don't then you don't need him, he man enough to make 'em but not man enough to feed 'em and it kills him to see you suceeding so keep your head in the clouds, bump this love song loud and every bow, with your girls feeling proud your heaven-sent, and I don't understand how you settle for the scrubs it was never meant You can do better by your lonely, there's nothing like being free and it's never to late so baby go get your G.E.D If you believe in you like I know you believe in me then we can live in peace and no longer this misery your world don't stop, and ain't no limit to trys and just remember this dark is just some light in disguise and my childern say Woah... Chours: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) (Master P talking) Wassup soldiers yall keep ya'll's heads up It's hard times, we spread love from ghetto's everywhere from the south, to the east. to the world wassup Nas, wassup Mac we got chase our dreams, I'm chasing mines Picture me in tha NBA Picture me still living Picture us all making changes That's where we go from here |
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Master P :
2000 remix ya heard me? Chorus : (Master P) The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night I'm just a young nigga hanging with the thug figures rolling with the drug dealers now they wanna mug niggas Ghetto fabulous I mean we ballin' I represent the 3rd Ward, Calliope, New Orleanas and if the projects come up for sale then I'ma buy They talking bout they bigger than No Limit don't try No Limit don't stunt, or front, we got bank I put that on the tank, and about 72 manks in the closet, you want it we got it yall lease it, we buy it, No Limit soldiers raise your rolex high my cousin Hot Boy just got out the pen and check his wrist I mean he sitting on 1-10 Bling Bling with a 2000 big body hit the club and the girls get rowdy rowdy Humvee's on stretch, Ferraies and Vetts and Rolls in the garage that I aint even drove yet Chorus: The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night Magic: I aint got as much as P Buy my Rollie cost me about 43 g's Princess cut with a shine that will blind ya you gone platinum but P I'm right behind ya I love diamonds, like I love rhyming I need sun shades just to see the timing Aww man I done caused a major accident with a flick of my wrist man this wasn't meant All this ice and I'm driving women crazy you can keep the coochie but I'll take some scull baby Last chance you better jump in this Mercedes When me and P blowin' trees and drinking hennessey (Hoody Hoo) You know the real, who made the Forbes list (We did) I thought yall was rich, man you boys aint got grip Hate us cause we ballin' Everything that I drive is paid out (What) A couple haters man, my crib is laid out (What) I'm walking around with a car of my own Shoot they need to make a rolle alarm now I use my rolle for a mirror and what I see in the reflection is a thug figure haah Chorus : The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night The ice on my wrist shine like a light The ice on my wrist shine like a light The ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night Master P: Even at night ya heard me? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where yall niggas at with the real motherfucking shit? cause everything that glitter aint gold and everything you hear aint real yall know what I'm sayin? For the real players and ballers out there Only for the real |
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HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all.. WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Whassup NOW?? HUH! Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin with my lady, she bought to have a baby That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust They killed the old man but the bitches missed us Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased (Man did you kill em P?) Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police? I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me Now I gotta ride with the homies once again And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??) Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats like it's crack, or cocaine But thugs die screamin East and West That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols and wear bulletproof vests And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies! (Tear the club up nigga! - 2X) With some motherfuckin hands on flats (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Y'all better stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..) (Don't make us enemy nigga) |
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It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh.. hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know Get away, ya heard me? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check I hustled in hallways with no lights Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat See society got me fed up (fed up) Brought us over here, to misled us I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul I been in and out of jail on probation and parole And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth? Now who's the real animal - dem or me? And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner And do the - police, really protect and serve? Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there really a place where uhh ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin Ain't no friends turnin against each other Ain't no racism, ain't no hate Sound like heaven to me, huh It's hard to find |
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Yo los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two And he gave a half to his boy And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half And he ask you for one mo' What should you do if you was in that position? [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds ? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest F**k the rest! I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ? Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these Pistol packin niggaz in our town You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth My niggaz seek you out no doubt All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.. |
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Yo como aqui, tambien el dineros
Yo quiero la pesos Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X) * I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money 'fore I play (dineros) I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money 'fore I play (pesos) * {first time, repeat 1.5X only} [Master P] I started small time, but I made it, to the top Do I believe in God? I thank the man for everything I got Senoriiiiiita? Can you, read my future? Cause where I'm from the little homies they'll shoot ya See I'm a savage (savage) but I love to live life lavish (lavish) and I'm addicted to cornbread, greens, and cabbage I'm a ghe-tto boy, with a ghe-tto house I got twenties on my Benz, and gold's in my mouth And if I go to jail, put some pesos on my books Believe me when I say this I'm a hustler not a crook Chorus [Master P] I lock the boat to the truck, then I headed, to the beach We started walkin chasin cuties and I got sand in my feet I say soldiers hold up, who got a camera? I seen one so tight, man you know I gotta slam her I looked into her eyes I'm thinkin sex on the beach She got a friend, uno dos now they hang with me Here come the cops and we all blowin doja He say are you drinkin, I say nah man we sober Chorus [Master P] Getcha money, 'fore you play, ya heard me? Part of this No Limit soldier campaign Be all you can be Chorus (fades out) |
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[Master P] - {repeat 3X}
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to be alone Girl call me on the phone, or you can beep me in the zone I'm mean holla if you wit me, if you need me come and get me You want me to box him tell him hit me See you too pretty to be a ?? If you was mines I'd make you shine like a flower I don't give a fuck, how much money, how much power I wanna make you my lady, if you tired of bein his bitch See the nigga wanna see you broke, but I wanna see you rich And I ain't playin no games, I wanna make you out my boonapalist Girl keep your head up, and can't no nigga stop this, ya heard me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Mac] Yo, I look at you and praise you as if you a Goddess, but you modest And word on the street, say you the hottest now why is this so familiar, some niggaz'll kill just to be near ya But you like my niggaz itchin, sayin that they gon' get ya You ain't never had real love, cause all you fuck wit is little thugs who deal drugs, you need a soldier A nigga dat'll ride, nigga, that'll die Nigga - to say you beautiful, and you my butterfly I remember, when you was just a caterpillar Ponytails and overalls, with Wonder Woman drawers Everybody made they passes, laughin about yo' glasses And now niggaz sweat you just because of how fat that ass is I know you love that attention, ain't nuthin wrong with it But you ain't gotta let every nigga you've known hit it You a Queen, and I'ma make you shine like the brightest of stars Keep you in the tightest of cars, you feel me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys |
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[Master P] Told y'all I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til I get tired of it Then I'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga? Let's go ride [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me [Master P] I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready You Nightmare on Elm Street , you Jason and I'm Freddy We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I sang with We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet I be the terror in the dark just like a thief Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh T-E-C, N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass and blast, gimme the mic, I'ma show you what I mean froggy fat But clean as a mouth full of Listerine Unseen supreme the king, indisputable Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me |
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Nobody moves, nobody get hurt {What?} Don't make me put yo' face on a t-shirt with some dirt {Motherfucker it's on!} [Master P] I retired from the game til you niggaz got me fucked up I'm back for 2000 to get y'all bitches and y'all niggaz bucked up The media started hatin cause I made my money on the corner I'm like the Energizer Bunny, on some weed and Corona Now y'all don't wanna fuck wit me I got some killers that'll bust wit me and I represent that C-P-3 til I'm motherfuckin six feet deep!!! Nigga I'ma ball til I fall, no fakin it's all real How many niggaz can roll through the project, that made $56 mill? We all tatted, all gatted, we hustlers, y'all addicts Now who the fuck want static? I got the automatics Chorus 1/2 [Magic] Motherfucker we back To all the hater niggaz thought No Limit was fallin off I'm here to set the record straight MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOIN OFF! On all you bitches speakin behind the microphone One more word and I'ma follow you home Empty my chrome, up in your dome It's the Y-2-K motherfucker WE CAME TO CRUSH BONES! Eternal sleep to all you niggaz talkin beef I cut you up and eat you I'm a, wild fuckin beast I'm like a fuckin bomb and P's the designator Go 'head and push the button, LET ME GET RID OF ALL THE HATERS! .. Nann nigga here can fade us, so BOW MOTHERFUCKER BOW TO THE FUCKIN GREATEST! Chorus 1/2 [Silkk] We put the choppers up, my nigga done put the legs down Niggaz think we playin at first, but shit done got serious now We make nightmares come true, when we come through Nigga you don't wanna fuck with us that there they see what a nigga did done you, run who and I don't believe in that ten years down the line shit Revenge so when you come through? Bury your lil' son too Shit is real now We walk away, fuck nah I was taught to spray If the drama too big for what I got on my hip P and Magic brought the 'K Niggaz done fucked up the game That's why they got stuck for they chain Niggaz ain't real killers, niggaz ? looked up in vain See I ain't no killer, but if come down to it I'll bust yo' brains in I don't give a fuck who around me, never touch my No Limit chain again Bitch Chorus |
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[Master P] (Jermaine Dupri)
Say brah.. Bitch you better come on in! J.D. Whassup? Where you at? Huh, I'm right here nigga (Y'all niggaz done fucked up now! Y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together) Haha check it out It's over!! J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [MP] I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach I got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth [JD] Well I know they sick of this, talk about what I got Nigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck [MP] J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank A couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink [JD] Well where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels Make all the moves niggaz dream about You know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [Master P] I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars [Jermaine Dupri] Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up Since day one I've been on burn Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh You know the game, yo' bitch chose me The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa) J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) |
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Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (Look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money) What? (I'm telling you, you need to change your life) Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us? (Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying) Man you aint gotta worry about that Oh you think your better than me now? I'm outta here girl. Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 1 (Mercedes) I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together You know you made me have this funny feelings, I guess I just love bein a thugged You know how to push me down and take it from me Show me that real type of love Verse 2 (Master P) Ugh The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you, I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you, I live my life for you, so crazy about you just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you I would be the best for you, complete any task for you any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you so please never leave me cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 3 (Mercedes) Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds? and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed my people tell me your not worth it, but its so hard to explain and just the thought of you on top, makes my nature hot, i dont want no other man Verse 4 (Ms. Peaches) Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you? Who counted all the figures for you? Continued the buisness for you? Who ran away them niggas for you? It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife? That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please never leave cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 5 (Mercedes) : I'm going crazy, about my baby no one could ever take your place with all the memories that we shared, nothing else can compare so I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside, I know that I can't hide Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you |
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????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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