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Gameface (what, what, what, what, what)
UUUNNNGGGHHH! WE BACK! [Chorus] Boy! (fuck boy) They scared to bust boy! (bust boy) We on the grind boy! (grind boy) With that high boy! (high boy) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! Shout capish! (hold on) Take it outside (Fuck them haters) Take it outside (fuck them haters) take it outside [Verse 1] Lovers, stealers, thugs, killas Gameface on, animals, forilla Riders, dope dealers, hustlas, bangers Wild coyotes, them No Limit swangers [Chorus] Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what) Take it outside (what) we ready to ride (what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) we ready to ride (what, what) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! [Verse 2] Duck down when you see me, I'm ready to ride C-P-3, Caliope wodie ready to die Come in, stuntin figga then I'm takin your life And if you owe me somethin wodie then I want it tonight Cause I'm a, real soldier, thought I told ya Lay ya down for the White Coca-Cola [Chorus] Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy [Verse 3] White T-shirts, P. Miller jeans Soldier bandanas you know them thugs on the scene [Chorus] Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie! Tear da club up! Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! |
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(feat. Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)
[Chorus x4] Girls jock me You cant knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH! [Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral now Just signed a big deal Party at the spot, come ball wit me And if you aint a real Don Stop calling me It aint about what you got Its who you are My only bad habits are icey cars Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya You wanna make music girl look me up And if your girlfriends cute boo Hook me up, get your drank on I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin That we really dont have I told you it was a bentley That was pickin you up Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt Only run with the realest Thats just business and money Call me the big dog, yall the little cats You aint a true hustler unless you lose it And get it back [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2: Lil Romeo] Ok, we dont rent or lease We do cars(Ya heard?) Compare us to yall whodi, dont try I got nine houses, eight cars Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys I bet we have how much? Thats only mine And that frank limo cost sixty-five Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys wanna hate on me? We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm When I hit the playground, its time to go in I made my first million at the age of ten I love the girls, cuz the girls love me You cant pick up a magazine without seein me Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at I could buy what I want I need a whodi check, Uh! [Chorus 4x] [Verse 3: Silkk] We keep it real, we dont lie We comin at you, look look We dont try So they heard I was the best in the south She said I dont wanna be with you I just wanna test you out" I said Ma you gotta know fast Look, I dont have to touch you But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher She said, what I'm gon' do after this I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me TRU player for real, ask Master P I can get you the finer things Designer names, designer things Talkin bout diamond rings Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange You with that climb the range Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game Doctor feelgood, minus the pain If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring I know you get boys sometimes Come on, try some things If we get high in New Orleans We can fly to Maine Learn some new languages We can fly to Spain Look at what my ring say Now thats a hell of a ring I said, no V-P in Rome Thats a hell of a team And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream And if I say so my self, No Limit Thats a hell of a thing, Holla! [Chorus 4x] |
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[Sera-Lynn]
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! I like the way you feel - keep it real! I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Get you in the bubble with the top down, girl drop down Got it home, ain't gon' stop now Early in the mornin, squeezy show me Straight to the temple, like to Mormons Ten karats, strawberries, what about, a horse with carriage? Champagne, do the damn thang I thought I told ya, this soldier off the chain [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel - keep it real! [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Master P] I thought I told ya, I'm a soldier 3rd Ward die-hard, girl pull it over To the backseat, to the Lex Jeep Like Missy said, "make it go beep beep" No Limit to slang thang bang gang To my thang thang, you may do the same thang Say ya miss me, then kiss me Love me, hug me, ain't no quickies [Sera-Lynn] Flashback, who's that dancin to the latest No Limit is the greatest, are ya sure, please let it be That's what I said, though ya didn't know yet Holla if ya with me, I'm the best thing here for real So don't ya have no doubt, I'm gonna spell it out I need a thug to keep it real I got the best of both, I dance from coast to coast and I don't wanna bump but I love you for real [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel - keep it real! [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Master P] I like the way ya feel, two time to undress you Better than your sweet leather keys with ya nephew See you gotcha Gameface ready for ya main place Real platinum ice, knew it since the first date Girl you a diz-ime, rollin with the fiz-ine Jumped on the saddle, still get mines Like I'm pretty sexy, exotic cute toes Hit the corner, black six Bentley on the road A lover not a fighter, goin for the tighter Ain't Ludacris, ‘but I'm an all-nighter’ Round up the crew, hit up the chickens Put on ya boots and get wit it in the kitchen, ya heard me? [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel - keep it real! [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Sera-Lynn] I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love to you I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love to you [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel - keep it real! [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real! [Master P] Holla when ya need me... [Sera-Lynn] I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Two-way me when ya wanna see me... |
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[Intro]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary [Chorus 2x] Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked [Verse 1] Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2] This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here [Chorus 4x] |
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(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war Was able to maintain the struggle (More than a woman to me) Oh yeah this for all them thug girls out there [Verse 1] She that gangsta type, love to fight Rode motorbikes, wodie shit, do it all night Feel the fall, she a killa dawg Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dawg It's a cold game, I mean she used cold names Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man She be iced out, creepin when the lights out Be a Queen to the King I mean a right spouse Project chick, but when you see her she be playa Thuggin on da block but in bed she be nasty I'm lovin that, I mean I'm huggin that Put 10 karats on her finger other bitches muggin that Rolls 600, tats on stomach Ain't no stuntin, but love gettin money Down for whateva, thug til the end From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the penn Ya heard me [Chorus - 2x] More than a woman... (Holla when ya need me!) More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me!) [Verse 2] I call her baby boo, I'm one she two Rich or po', we gon' stick like glue Go to war wit her, jump in a car wit her Wifey material I mean my nigga Mean my lady, drive me crazy Like Rolls-y Ms. Bently, or Sadie Don't creep wit her, gotta sleep wit her I mean I love her too much to draw the heat wit her Keep it reala, love scrilla Thug figga, hustler, real gold getta Made misses, iced out riches Love kisses, went to the penn the first to visit [Chorus x3] |
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(feat. C-Murder, Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)
Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH Check them haters out [x6] What? What? What? What? The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank [Chorus] No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) Criticism in the party like its H20 In the back of the club sayin bring some more Me and my soldgiers where the party at? Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that? Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks It ain't no limit to the dough i got The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot [Chorus] Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their? A couple of pages left but man we got colder 6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me And a million dollars more is like grits to me [Chorus] Always willin out but if im not willin You can take a picture of me on the island smilin Love for the haters but they mostly envys More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's Play this game we suppose to win I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um... [Chorus] Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped We be like non stop with the one spot on locked You wanna play these games where the MVP's So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH Oh Look, What, Look We from the south where they got golds in they mouth Barbeque's all day right in front of the house We use slit and slang like What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man We play ball all year its that all year No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear We run it phat soldgiers get down like that From the club to the streets we get around like that Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya There's love in the game but some will still rate ya I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype Rip in track check the source while mights [Chorus] Where them ballers at shot callers at? Cris style more wet we want all of that Where them ballers at shot callers at? D. D. Rimin We want all of that No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! I said No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! [Chorus til fade] |
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[Master P Talking]
You know what? I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin? Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out there and get it how I live. ya heard me? Ha Ha [chorus 4x] Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm [Master P] We live that thug life, I mean that drug life Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need You know I'm ballin, shot callin 3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans City of that china white, I got my game tight One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta [chorus] [Master P] Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin [chorus until end] |
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[Master P talking]
Look Pezee. What's happening? This how we gonna do this one here baby. Ya heard me! Ain't no stoping me and No Limit baby! [Chorus] Platium and gold it's lights out Drop Bentleys thats what im bout Been there and done the things in my life time Hustle til the day that I die Folks magizines is dont lie Been there and done the things in my life time [Master P] If a house cost less then a mill I dont want it If it say Bently you know im gon flount it I keep keep it ghetto I dont change the game I meen 85% thats a hell of a thing Now if it dont make dollars then it dont make cents I know yall lil niggaz cant do it again I meen I rock big ice and I roll with big cars I ship em platium and they brake me off Now the girls gon jock me you cant knock me I hold the street so my real thugs got me The ghetto bill and they screaming my name I worf fo hundred mill and Im still the same I meen I still drink kool aid mix it with cris I still run with the boys put 20's on 6 Bandana T-shirts call me ghetto instead 7 figgas hard hitters nothing less than that [chorus 1x] Seen cribs that jock the gold ceiling Ever been in a house with big wheeling The new 6 Im the first in line 75 million records that a hell of a rhyme I dont talk about it whodi I makes it happen Im be rich even when I stop rapping Call me Jack Pimping but it aint no front Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money Genus book of records is where I be Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets Got super models in a beana ba dam Brought a couple tour buses with studios in em And if it's cold I got minks for months Import cigars from Cuba just to smoke my blunts Cause I dun balled in a Aveator filled my dreams Fours top ten thats some hell of a green [Chorus] |
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Ugggghhhhh!
[Chorus with ad-libs] Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now [Verse 1] Mama cried, shed tears But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear Real thug figure, straight hard hitter Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man And the sister, she was trippin' man Askin' me questions like "Who caught him slippin' man" Where you at and who around you I guess she ain't really know the dogs loved you And a dog'll do anything before you fall See you in the crossroad, we gon' miss you dog [Chorus with ad-libs] [Verse 2] Same hood that you ride in Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in A couple of dollars get you knocked off They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto wars A lil' homie ain't had a chance They walk up to his car, killer took him and his girl man And I wonder if heaven has a special place If you start off wrong change ya life, do you get a break Cause every drug dealer don't mean wrong But narcotics in the ghetto get you scrilla home And rappers prove their life with nouns and adverbs Justice of the peace only happens in the suburbs I pray you give Pac and Biggie a second chance I wonder if my brother and nephew up there holdin' hands My uncle died of cancer, is he cured yet It's a war out here, lil' whoadie took his last breath [Chorus with ad-libs] [Master P speaking] I just want y'all to pause for a minute And just light ya lighters Cause I wanna give R.I.P. to my ghetto vets My lil' brother Kevin Miller, I miss you dog My lil' nephew Lance Connor My grandfather, Big Daddy, for teachin' me how to be a soldier Smile for my uncle, Big Jimmy Keller Senior Randall Watts, Bruce and Burnell Y'all back together dog Dodo, Alfons and Elizabeth Papa Pen, we keepin' the legacy goin' I know you up there smilin' Pissy Bob, Cornell, Rabbit M and M, Lil' Curl, Hard Trouble Big Ed, Tupac, Biggie Smalls Coughnut, Big Pun, Aaliyah, Baby Babe Baby Girl, Kenny Sell, Meathead Dip, Lil' Roger And everybody that lost somebody From ghettos all across the world R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers Oh yeah, we ain't never gon' forget y'all [Chorus to fade] |
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[Master P and 5th Ward 5th Ward Weebie]
No Limit I'mma make y'all have it for a minute But we want it back for the next 5 years Hit the dancefloor, whodi! [5th Ward Weebie] The new No Limit baby (haha) Respect it or check it (aha aha) Master P, 5th Ward Weebie [Master P] Krazy [5th Ward Weebie] You got to rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat And do the P-town Mo Rock, rock, the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat And do the P-town Mo [5th Ward Weebie] Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the P-town Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the P-town Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it [Master P] They call me the Ghetto Bill got the keys to the city Hit the club for the girls lookinÂ’ pretty Big butts with them little-bitty waist-es Ghetto fab but looks just like a waitress Rip on her name was Son-ya Roxanne, Monique I put it on-ya It ain't No Limit to the change I got You see the Bentley on the 20's in the parking lot [Krazy] Hennes-sy and trees, that's-all-I-need Back-it up, don't stop Hit-the floor, make-it drop [5th Ward Weebie] Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat It goes left, right, left, right left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right [5th Ward Weebie] Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the P-town Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it [5th Ward Weebie] Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle Weebie ain't gonna stop cause I know what ya want Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Now bring it around the world won't you jump for me Bounce bounce baby baby make it jump for me Where your head go at when you want it from the back Them No Limit Souljas got you shakin' it like that You can dance if you wanna do it if you wanna Move it in a circle and put that thing in the corner Shake if you wanna shake-shake baby No Limit not givin you a break baby Now make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle [5th Ward Weebie] Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat It goes left, right, left, right left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right [5th Ward Weebie] Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the P-town Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it [5th Ward Weebie] Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle [Master P] We all thugs but I ain't gonna hurt nobody Make it shake girl work that body I want one thick like Bubblicious That can clean the house and do the dishes I'm lookin for a girl that can twurk A thug chick that can put in work Handle business with a mini-skirt Jump suave with a P. Miller purse Handle business on the dance floor make it twurk Drop it like a dog then make it jerk If I was in it they'd call me Don Juan Gettin' cash then chickens is no crime V.I.P. is Crys' and Moet Still thuggin' T-shirts and sweats Ice cube on my finger 10 karats I can swing a bat and break a record like Barry [5th Ward Weebie] Now Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat It goes left, right, left, right left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right [5th Ward Weebie] Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the P-town Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it [5th Ward Weebie] Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle Make that thing whistle Move around and whistle Twurk for that thing don't stop it till ya whistle [Master P] Put your Game Face on |
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