Silkk The Shocker - "My World, My Way" (2001) by Silkk The Shocker (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Master P)
Sizz Shocker

(Silkk)
Son of a oh

(Master P)
You ready whodi; let's go to war

(Chorus x2)
Na Na Na (uh-ha, uh-ha)
Y'all niggas in trouble now (uh-ha, uh-ha)
Y'all niggas shouldn't have fucked around (uh-uh, uh-uh)
No Limit gone shut this down

(Silkk)
They got something to fear now
Cause look dude ain't kidding around
No Limit geared down
(They been waiting) but I'm here now
You seen big Four Wheelers but none like these
Many before me dog but none like me
I got a band but dog I'm still a bastard getter
And this time talking about something like a classic hitter
Fuck with niggas who live their whole life in the gutter
I tell you strait uh uh uh uh ain't like I stutter
When the raps go down dog I can rely on the streets
They got to really rap know dog ain't no more relying on beats
Niggas don't wont their girl around me thinking I'm a steal they chick
Insecure niggas don't wont to see their girl on my diss
Try to keep up like VROOOM! when I pass them up
In 4 of them nigga that's what's up
Have them saying money wise ain't nobody fucking with slim
In rap wise Mike how you feel about me: Yo I ain't fucking with him
Y'all in my got to go get it, me I'm ready to spit
I don't think y'all niggas ready for this
But come on

(Chorus x1)

(Music Cuts with explosion)

(Master P)
Don't never count us out
This only the begin Ha-Ha
That's why we winning
We smarter than y'all and we got to much paper
Remember that whodi

(Silkk the Shocker)
Hoody Hoo(gun shot)

(Chorus)
Run, run, run, run, run
When you see us wit them guns niggas better fuckin' run
Run, run, run, run
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
Run, run, run, run
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
Run, run, run, run
When we come wit them guns(niggas better fuckin' run)

I tell a nigga once mane, fuck tryna tell a nigga twice
I tell a nigga once, he miss it tha first time
That mean I didn't tell a nigga right
Fuck tellin' a nigga polite, tell nigga nice,
An tell niggas I'mma thug
How I sold drugs, still a killa,
I wish my breath would kill a nigga wit slugs
All yall niggas around, I'm gonna ask 'em all
Niggas been hype, but that's tha liquor talkin', I'mma relax 'em dawg
Relax there fawl
Ten is what I'm gonna count,
You ain't wit these niggas you better bounce like a basketball
Dirty South, where niggas talk sideways dawg
Where niggas close streets & chalk sidewalks off
No evidence, niggas use revolvers dawg
Empty, squeeze, aim til' there ain't no problems at all
Shit niggas still livin', got tha same problem wit dawg
Watch out, watch out he still breathin' watch out( three gun shots)
Problem solved
Ghetto ass nigga tote choppers & shit
Ghetto slang, fuck tryna sound all proper & shit
Now picture me sayin' up tha cash, I'll put a slug in yo ass
Put tha money in tha duffle bag
I don't wanna be greedy, I just want enough to last
Shit yall really lucky we sell records, cause yall be ass up
Picture Me, P, C, all my niggas masked up
Tellin' yall to run

(Chorus)

(Ut oh)
When they see us got 'em like faint in tha club
Pourin' champagne on 'em look & they thinkin' it's blood
I meet a thug & they shouldn't even much bein' this close
I got 'em shook up like ooh like they seen a ghost
Now see if I ain't had, in tha middle of tha hood where I would be
But they scared of me but look they gotta right, they should be
I might fuck wit some dawg but I don't fuck wit many
I got some hard news but I gotta find a way to break it to 'em gently
If they ain't got no flow & ain't got no dough
Try somethin' new cause me if I ain't got no mo'
I'm a hustla, hope everythang I do bubble
Hope my album go triple or at least double
If not, somebody in trouble
You better wacth what you sayin & tha way you sayin' words
Yeah I got money & all dawg, but look I'd rather spend yours
You this No limit shit dawg, we bounded by blood
One scream Hoody Hoo & we surroundin' tha club
You better

Chorus(2X)

(CHORUS:(Repeat twice))
(Mac)
Now when I step on the set
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit the baggates
They say he dad that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that.

(Mac)
I got a house with a pool in the back
And every girl I used to know she tryin' to do it wit Mac
And even the ones with them big ol' butts
They become sluts when a nigga ball
Feelin' small cause my middle finger at y'all
Can I ball?, let me take y'all niggas back in '96
When I was two seconds from robbing niggas for they shit
Bustin' niggas in they shit
Privileges from me and my niggas,
til this day ain't nobody seein' my niggas.
There was a line between the real and the fake
But it's gotten thinner, everybody's a pretender
Even people I'm kind ta',
Bitches in my hood yellin', "Where them dollars at?"
"Bitch get's yours!" is what I holler back, cause I'ma mack
Hey, yo Mr Big Paper, you wanna get wit that, don't you?
You ol' dog, always take the girls how much I called you
How I be jockin you,
but you don't be telling them hoes how I be knocking you
Get in them pants and give it to my naggas to

(CHORUS:(Repeat twice))
Now when I step on the set
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit them baggetes
They say he did that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that

(Silkk the Shocker)
When I roll up in the stretch, They be like "He did that"
You know there's money involved, we gotta flip that
Tell whodi in the back, I'm tryin' to get that
I'm tryin' to do something to see if she's wit that
So won't you wobble wobble
And watch her shake it shake it
Then drop it drop it, then break it break it
Then I whisper in her ear and tell her what I'm trying to do
Cause I'm a thug girl, even though chicks might find me cute
Fate, I doubt that, me and my soldiers about that
We cock locks and drop the top and hop up out that
Catch me ridin' up in a 4 door Bentley
This chrome look good on 19 but even better on 20's
Tattooed up, this is my click and we a bunch of fools
Boy ya'll gone floss with your lil' jewels,
we make y'all put y'all jewels up(bling bling)
Lil' Tigger we gon bent that
Them call for small for me and my dogs
Them boys goin' to stretch that.

(CHORUS:(Repeat twice))
Now when he steps on the six
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit them baggets
They say he did that
He did that, (no limit)
He did that

(Silkk the Shocker)
U know what I'm bout

(Trina)
U know what I'm bout

(Master P)
Yo Silkk ask Trina can she wobble that thing...

Where my niggas yo?{what what}
Where my ladies yo? {uh uh}

(Silkk the Shocker)
Who u know could give it to you until you fall out
When you wake up - go by the mall out
Hop on the plane ?? nothing never thawed out
Have her saying my name like Destiny's Child
Cause I go all out
Speaking more sex than money so talk with your tongue out
And sex unbelievable, cuz the money never run out
I'm a thug so i walk the street with my gun out
Top up when the sun set, top down when the sun out
????
Try to make the scene when I was in front of the click
????
Laughing at my joke when it wasn't even funny and shit
She need a big mac ms shaq she think that i ball
She know I'm a real nigga, plus she love that I'm tall
Checks again when she missed the phone, thinking i called
She wanna fall for my look, but she think I'm a dog

Chorus: Silkk
Need somebody with some doe
That's cool
Who gon keep it on the low
That's cool
Who gon do you right
That's cool
You need a soulja in your life, that's right

Chorus: Trina
You need a lover and a friend
That's cool
Who got ya back to the end
That's tru
Somebody that's off the chain
That's cool
Who could twurk that thang

(Trina)
You wanna fuck that's cool but u gotta be the greatest
Take me to Prada, buy me the latest
Try it on the jet, fly me to Vegas
The Baddest Bitch can't nann hoe fade this
Paid bitch, in a gray six, made bitch
Blinging about 10 karats in the bracelet
Face it stick your tongue out I let you taste it
And if you broke when you see me nigga don't say shit
Cause I'm looking for a nigga that's filthy rich
Yo name Silkk, that's cool I'm a Silky bitch
Lil Mama stay shining like cuts in ice
Off glass make you bust three nuts in a night
And when I put it on ya, I hope you can stand it
I need a tune-up daddy is you the mechanic?
Cause if you coming at me right with the real cash
You can play with me all night like Dreamcast

Chorus: Trina
You need a lover and a friend
That's cool
Who got ya back to the end
That's tru
Somebody that's off the chain
That's cool
Who could twurk that thang

Chorus: Silkk
Need somebody with some doe
That's cool
Who gon keep it on the low
That's cool
Who gon do you right
That's cool
You need a soulja in your life, that's right

(Silkk the Shocker)
Your friends wonder why the house you never leaving
They knew how u lived now they wouldn't leave the house either

(Trina)
See I'm a real ass chick I'm a stay by your side
And when its time to ride for my man, I'm a ride

(Silkk the Shocker)
Just be a down chick cause you aint gotta slave in fact -
Not cook, clean or nothing cause i got maids for that

(Trina)
Just treat my how you wanna be treated
Cause I'm a sucker to fuck ya, if you gon beat it and eat it

(Silkk the Shocker)
So I gots to put it on ya, have ya acting all silly
Then try to convince yourself that you aint catching feelings
I need a girl who bout it and know how to hit it
You aint gotta scheme on the doe,
cause if ya cards right, you gon get it
Some chicks aint real though, (Some niggas'll stunt)
I know what a woman need, (I know what a nigga want)
So keep it tight, and fuck the world
And who ever end up with me, that's one lucky girl

Chorus: Silkk
Need somebody with some doe
That's cool
Who gon keep it on the low
That's cool
Who gon do you right
That's cool
You need a soulja in your life, that's right

Chorus: Trina
You need a lover and a friend
That's cool
Who got ya back to the end
That's tru
Somebody that's off the chain
That's cool
Who could twurk that thang

Burrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh stick it
Ha ha ha stick it
Burrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh stick it
Ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it pop it
Brake it, rake it nah, drop it drop it
Twurk sumin, work sumin
Keep it jumping, but don't hurt nothing
North, South, East, West, shake it up
No Limit...

(feat. Goldie Loc, Snoop Dogg)

(Silkk)
hey yo Snoop
tell Xzibit and Dre to be having that thing bumpin
When I come out there

(Snoop)
That's funky Soopafly
Big Snoop Dogg {Snoop Dogg}
Silkk the Shocker
Aint No Limit to this {aint No Limit}
2000
Gangsta shit
West west ya'll

(Silkk)
Snoop tell them what's up

(Verse One: Snoop Dogg)
The gangstas bang, do that dame thang
Me and my nephew dogghouse keep it tru
Roll that weed, pass that drank
Holla at your nigga baby bring your thang
You could shake what you got
Get your pussy real hot
Jump in the gator we could slide to my ???
Just keep it on leasy
I know it ain easy
Your fuckin mouth greasy
Silkk this bitch cute, thick and all that
Why must I, chase the game
If you was me and I was you
You probably fuss on a nigga
buring rubber in a 52
Most bitches do and most niggas do to
In the land where it all about the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery

(Hook 2X:)

(Verse Two: Goldie Loc)
Why must I, be like that
With them ??? tux
Draped in all black
Takin back like the pop lockin ??? gold suits
Bangin back in the day juss to get a lil jucie
Fuck the trus
Cuz we can get criped out krazy
Blast on all you suckas
Went to throw away 380
Fuck around get found up in a dumpster some where
Cuz them south side eastside gangstas don't care
Nigga I wount, fool you don't {know you don't}
He fuckin with no niggas more gangsta than me
Tell him the truth loc
120 proof outs the sun roof
Throwing up the muthafuckin ??
Tru Tank Doggs fuckin with Bigg Snoop Dogg
Soopafly to keep them high so they could come out there draws
What you player hatin perpitratior niggas make me mad
So I'm mad off you suckas and my pants never sagg

(Hook 2X:)

(Verse Three: Silkk The Shocker)
It aint nothing but a gangsta party
You know what we bring
No Limit and Dogghouse
Aint nothing but a G thang
You know, we thank the ??
Ya'll think moneys all out
Ya'll better thank again
Cuz if aint about money
Then why would I bother
If she aint keepin it real
Then why would I holla
She come over by the crib
House comes with a lake
Eat as much as you want too
???
On my lap fo' five
In the trunk ??
and the day P, Snoop, Biggie and Pac ??
and the heat I got on me
Always got to ride with it
I spend money floss money
Cuz I can die with it
Project nigga
Get my work on
Host MTV with an Eastsidaz shirt on
I'm young like that, you know how we live
On the east it's 6 feet
On the west it's 3 wheels

(Hook: until fade)

Uh-huh nigga uh-huh
Picture me never sellin' out cause I made it already
Imagine a lil' ghetto nigga ownin' everything
Picture me in the middle of the project and I'm worth all this money
To my foes - It's funny huh?
Okay, love this

(Hook)
I bet y'all love the way I flips 'em out
Funny guy huh?
Now watch how these clips come out
I done took it where y'all can't go now how bout that
We done turned straight up ? niggaz into stumblin' kats
And they mad at me cause they I say I spit it too rugid
And we throw it at 'em like a chick who don't get it enough
What is it x-ray vision the way I see through these kats
That's why I roll with thugs who ain't scared to squeeze a strap

(Verse 1)
I keep my hand on my glock now
Fuck still roll with the top down
I'm hot so they gon' jock now
Keep my pistols cocked now
Still don't give a fuck
Still hold the block down
Still close the shop down
Picture me ballin' and everybody'll flock around
Picture me makin' 2 mill bail when I get locked down nigga
Clip to the uzi's
I'm like No Limit shit
With DMX with Ruff Ryders with Lauryn Hill to the Fugees
Picture a ghetto nigga like me poppin' up in movies
Or a topless supermodel poppin' up in jacuzzi's
Be like I'm worth a couple mill but I still ain't shit
Be like I'm worth a couple mill but uh I'm still in the bricks

(Hook 2x's)

(Verse 2)
It's okay, niggas wanna play games
On the low niggas hoes, they wanna say names
Snitch right when they get in front of the Feds
Pull me over 2-seater Benz with my dog Sunny Red
Look we got some bad chick in front of the bed
You can have her dog I gotta get my money instead
You know I'm the type of nigga
Look ball till I fall
Ain't satisfied till the marble go wall to wall
Got money still be in T-shirts and khaki's y'all
And I'm right here if y'all got somethin' to ask me dog
Always move forward
Never go backwards dog
Baz, Turk, Jimmy, Nut
That's who's gon' back me y'all
I don't stay in one place
I move from state to state
And I don't believe in drive-by's
I believe in face to face
Ya heard me

(Hook 2x's)

Yo Samm
These niggas can either love us or hate us
Nothin' in between that
In or out ya hear me

(Hook 2x's)
Haters (Haters)
What you ain't heard the tank don't stop (We don't stop)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with this (Scream nigga)
No Limit No Limit (What)

(Samm)
Now how the fuck you gon' stop a tank
Tryin' to deny the bank
We comin' through with them choppers choppin' and not a shank
Mac say's World War III
Beware on all streets
We got glocks takin' care of all beef
Fuck fair and all peace
We tried that shit
Tryin' to hide you bitch and stay inside and shit
But we kickin' down doors
Spittin' rounds for
Them fake motherfuckaz stop hatin' motherfuckaz
Only thing you need hot is bullets and fuck you girl
No Limit Soldiers comin' fuckin' up you world
Ain't nobody fuckin' with it
And you can trust that
Niggas stoppin' the tank
Look motherfuck that

(Hook 2x's)

(Silkk)
I can't believe they ain't heard about
Them boys from the Dirty South
I speak with awkward slang plus I got a dirty mouth
So I'ma stay in this bitch till I get my shit tight
I'm tryin' to be the only nigga to ever get 6 mics
I tell them slow down nigga y'all just sit tight
It's all about triple platinum in this bitch
6 hits ain't right
I see them niggas
Look besides they fake
Number one fans
They get around they boys they try to hide the tape
Ah, you know when I slide in the place
Look at these haters
Look at they eyes and they face
They like them niggas ain't hip-hop enough
They from the South
Got too many gold teeth in they mouth
Them boys country they too rowdy
Plus they too bout it
But we don't give a fuck
We bout to run 2000
So I'm like PLAYAS - get money
And y'all HATERS - get's nothin'

(Hook 2x's)

Uh-huh, yo let me get some of that man
Look, I think I can fuck something
I'm tryin' to find out what's up with you
See, for real
What-what

(Chorus)
Seem like a thug to me
You know I like what I see
Can you see yourself creepin' with a girl like me
I like it rough on the hush so nobody won't see
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)
You say you like it thuggish
I'm as thug as it gets
I see you checkin' me out when I pull up with the clique
I seen the others but I'm like yo what's up with this chick
Sized you up by the slightest ? touchin' yo hips
See that's my big brother yep I learned the game from him
So whatever I give to you look the same to yo friend
You know I stay thugged out the second I came in
Meet me again you could but look the chance is slim
And if you got a problem with yo man
We can put the gat to him
Got a boyfriend tonight
If it's done right then you won't go back to him
See I knew you was tryin' to find where the dollars at
If you feel how I feel and it's real then holla back

(Erica Fox)
Boy I want you
I'm diggin' on yo thugged out style
You know you got it
Up in the club drivin' me wild
Boy I gotta have it
So you can tell me what's up for tonight baby
But keep it on the hush

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Girl) Why you clockin' me?
(silkk) Look like you jockin' me
(girl) Why you jockin' me?
(silkk) Look like you watchin' me
Why you sweatin' me?
Look like you hot to me
Tell you like this
Once I start ain't no stoppin'
We start this thang off by a shoppin' spree
You still be messin' with them lame girls if not for me
You know I'm the type to attract drama
And I'm probably not the type you can bring home to mama
But look I told ya
It's No Limit
Girl I'm a soldier
So roll with it
Fuckin' with you so look hit me up
Here's my number on the under later I'm pickin' you up
For real

(Chorus 2x's)

(S) Ohhhhhh
(M) UH-OHH!
(S) Uh-huh, y'all ready?
(M) (door open sound)
(S) Uh-huh, I don't think so
(M) This.. is.. Mystikal!
(S) Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah c'mon
(M) The burnin inferno!
(S) Uh-huh
(M) Here poppin with the Colonel; Master P!
(S) Shocker!
(M) At ease soldier
(S) One-two.. (can't make out).. soldiers!

(Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk)
(M) When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) When you see the tank swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(M) When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) When you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

(Mystikal)
I keep my motherfuckin fists balled up
In case a motherfucker tryin to start somethin
You done did a little ginseng gotcha little dick hard
Now you like Hoffa
Think you gon' jump in the ring
Go pound for pound with the knockout kings
No shit like that ain't gonna happen
Them niggaz down here can't touch what I bring
First time you heard the do' open
and you heard that (open sound) you know that's me
And you bust ya rap
Hit the mat you'll be on your back like one, two, three
Them niggaz know I come off the top rope
Leave you knocked out with you mouth open
And they gon' have to take your ass home
Leave you in a hot tub soakin
BALLS BANGIN! You know ours swingin
I aint got to tell you nigga
Don't bother to go there you don't know who you fuckin with
I'm the flow-spitter, natural born go-getter
This is for the hustlers, ballers, cake dealers

(Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk)
(M) When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) And when you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(M) When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) And when you see them bandanas
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

(Silkk)
Uh-ohh, look
It's only right, it's on tonight
When I'm on the MIC; they know when to fight
When I drop, they known to bite
.. uh-huh, this is freestyle but look
Y'all can just go on and write
This is 504 livin, y'all know what it's like
That's them boyz, you see us roll up on them bikes
Chop-chop, just, like it was timber
We make it hot like July or either cold like December
(Ohhhh) Ain't my fault, I'm hot and I can still spit it this cool
Ain't my fault your girl tatted my name, get it removed
If you lookin.. then you know we ain't duckin
You know my face it ain't like my tank gon' be tucked in

(Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk)
(M) When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) When you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(M) When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
(S) When you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

(Silkk)
When you see us in the East (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the West (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the South (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the North (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)
When we deep up in the streets
Want y'all to say (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)

Can somebody tell 'em, I was only kidding?
I was only kidding!

What, What, What
South, North, East, West
What (huh) What (huh) What (huh) What (huh) What
What you thought c'mon

(Hook)
What y'all bout
Cash and riches - something like Jags and 6's
What y'all hate
How niggaz stunt and front when they know that they fake
What y'all love
How No Limit keep it real stay ridin' on dubs
What y'all say
G's up hoes down
My world nigga my way

(Verse 1)
Look since I was gone for a sec
They don't really know what to expect
I say when you dealin' with me
Look expect the best
Fuck with anything of mine and you can expect death
If I give 1 and there's 10 in the clip
You can be expectin' the rest
I tell niggaz look don't even bother investin' in vests
When there's head shots why you thinkin' bout protectin' yo chest
I took a year off but that was just to invest cash
But now I'm back to make the block hottter nigga with the best bags
When you successful you know you find yourself in some hate shit
But you know how I do haters
I dodge them like I was the Matrix
Shorty like "You changed ever since you lashed out"
"Silkk, you spoiled" What you expect ma I'm the last child

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Got girls like sayin' "Look at Silkk, he becomin' a man"
Niggaz don't like me
All of a sudden they becomin' a fan
From last year to this year
How he got that cold?
I can say what the fuck I want
How he got that bold?
I worked all my life nigga
How he got that rich?
I tried for 2 years
How he got that chick?
You know how easy it is nigga to steal a nigga chick
Why they frontin' in 4's and 5's just pull up in a 6
You know I don't say much
Nigga stay in the cut
If my hair grow fade it up
Now I let my shit grow and braid it up
You know when I step out the house make sure my motor-bike tight
Come through the hood on one wheel like motor-bike Mike
Car look like something look you done seen on James Bond
And a Navigation system for spots that I can't find
You know I banged one time
But these niggaz changed they mind
Everything I got shine
If not it ain't mine
C'mon

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
You better shut up before you get robbed and done
I got killaz on the payroll they cause they have a job for 6 months
Yeah I got money but dog I still play in the jet
Keep a K and a Teck
Tank stay on my neck
It ain't nothin' that I want and see and I just cannot have
I like to go into the mall (??) and I just cannot grab
Like a good lookin' girl you just cannot have
Cause if I ain't got dough, I just cannot laugh
You know me, looked relaxed laid down in a jet
One woman man but look I ain't really found her yet
Wanna hate us
Simple fact, we caked up
Hate us and tomorrow don't wake up

(Hook)

(Chorus)
What
Do ya'll wanna do (what ya'll wanna do, what)
Do ya'll really want beef (do ya'll)
And do ya'll want it with me (uh-uh)
I don't think sooooooo

What
Do ya'll wanna do (what ya'll wanna do, what)
Do ya'll really want beef (do ya'll)
And do ya'll want it with me
Nooooooooooo

(Silkk the Shocker)
I thought I left, all that drama dog, back in the streets
I gotta result to riding low, and my homies in the back seat
See, you know we the type of boys that burn blocks
I aint fucking wit them boys, them boys done turned pop
They should of turned and run, but now they turned and come
They wanna turn to gun, I gotta turn to none
See, ya'll gone fuck around and turn me back to the old Silkk
And them boys who know me, ya'll know Silkk
They know I'm the Shocker, that means I don't play no games
I say it directly, but this time I aint gone say no names
Uh, my whole click, they with it, with it
And you know, no ski mask on who did it, did it, (did it)

(Chorus)

(C-Murder)
Now, Check this out
Now what you wanna do, cause too many niggas are feeling played
'Til I check 'em and correct 'em, and totally disrespect 'em
Like bitches, they snitches, motivated by nigga's riches
And want be satisfied 'til they die, or lost in ditches
Bury me TRU nigga shit No Limit Records
Respect us, and never check us, real naggers we causing ruckus
And the 504, the boot, the south, the gutter, and the swamp
Fake naggers can't hang or slang cause they get banged and even stomped

(Krazy)
You can tell these bitch naggers, don't want war with me
I'm A Iberville nigga 'till they bury me
Recognize, I'm a motherfucking soldier nigga
Hearing screams from your family while I'm clutching my trigga
My whole click, straight up scandalous, if it's beef, you will see
Naggers heads getting bust, if they fuck with me
These naggers don't wanna fuck with us, they betta get out tha way
Holiday gotta "k", he knows where you stay

(Chorus)
(suga bear) do you really wanna mess with me
Fool around and be my enemy (*repeat 3x*)
do you really wanna mess with me
hand me the thang so we can handle beef

Yeah..
I Don't Know What Heaven Like
But I know what it is to be here
And While I'm here, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to survive
And hope that, when God judge me
He judge me by my heart and not by my actions
Shhh let them know what heaven like.

(Chorus)
I really wanna know what's Heaven Like
(wanna know what's heaven like)
If I closed my eyes, will I see a better life
(gotta be a better place than this)
Is there no more pain suffering or strife
(I need to know, I need to know)
Lord, please see me cry and tell me what's heavens like
(what's heaven like)

Dear God I wrote you a letter, but I know its not needed
See I'm cool and all, but could you help out all my people (please)
There are kids dying and starving, I wish somebody would feed em
Nobody playing their part, everybody being greedy
I got letters from jail with my homies tears on it (tears on it)
Put his last years on it
Sometimes I feel haunted
Is Heaven a place like I ain't never been
And is Heaven a place where we don't ever sin
And if there is a Heaven, what answers will find us best
So I can tell my auntee with cancer she can finally rest (rest in peace)
Through it all I'm just trying to remain bein a soldier
???
I thought I saw you but it was night time
I don't know if I was woke or dreamin or was I in my right mind
I wonder how many people have questions like mine

(Chorus)

Is Heaven for everybody and all of my people
And everybody who left us on earth so we get finally meet em.
I just wanna know why, I be missin my block
And I wonder what happened to people like Biggie and Pac.
Cuz if there is a Heaven, I'm sure everbody wanna know.
And if there is a place like this, I'm sure everyone wanna go.
Im tired of struglin and husslin not knowing where to go...
Im tired of struglin and husslin not knowing what for...

Cuz see this life will get u fed up (fed up)
Picture me telling my mom and dad to keep their head up
Telling them its gonna be alright, when I knowing its not
Telling my homie he's gonna be alright, when I knowing he's shot
I wonder what he saw before he died that would leave him shook
And should I believe everything I read in books
God, just gimme some time
If not, gimme a sign (lemme know)

What's Heaven like
There's so many question I wanna ask
But one day ain't enough (for real)
I just wanna help my people out man
Money aint about nothing
I just want ya'll to know how I feel

(Chorus (repeat 3x))

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 1:]
Popping wit terror take it straight to guns
Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try and count my ones
Over here cross me our hollow wall is young
For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows
I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
And what I hop in, it's my option
To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 2:]
Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag baby
You come short, I'm a bust your head baby
They name a dope man whodi
Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3
Give me an ounce and i'ma flip it to a brick figga
You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga
Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga
So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga

Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine
I be the richest young soldier in this rap game
All my money come in armor trucks
More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck
You wasn't work, when I was local playa
I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified
Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p
It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

[verse 3:]
I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic
Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat
Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach
Talking shit i'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much
Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
See I love my fans but I don't love them haters
I don't really like the fame much dog
But I show love to paper uh-huh
I want something bigger cause I love the dough
Niggas talk shit, shaq's out
Leave them looking like mugsy bogues
Zoom zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow
Not the type that's gonna floss
But I ain't gonna hide it though
Learn the game from my big brother
C-e-o now, made man, shocker well..c-e-o sounds
We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball
You know what's up what us
Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha

[chorus:]
What's up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow that's my style

Damn, it's mad shorty's up in here
I don't all them just one girl that can do it all
Yeah I feel what chu' say

(chorus 2x)
Now where them girls that be laid up, gettin' tanned on the beach
Right Here, Right Here
I like them them girls that be in shape and right in petite
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
I want a girl to be nice and real sexy
That's what I'm talkin' bout, Yeah Ma, You comin' wit me
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

(Verse One)
I like them wearin' G-Strings, The one's that let you see things
One's that call you on the phone, Just to let you hear things
Generous, willingly, giving, you know just wanna share things
Havin' competition, always wanting to compare things
Like mine is better than just doin' real things
Beautiful chicks and flicks who like to lick things
Colorful chicks with hips who like to grip things
Sneak you in the backdoor, Give you what chu' asked for
Sayin' ya name, lettin' you know that that's yours
Like the way we creep and duck, Love the way I beat it up
Like the way I speed it up, Just long as her feet is up
Not from the streets but have a that in her
Cute but thuggish like have a little brat in her
Show me when she learn stuff, No when to turn it up
Never fake, No it take, That's what I'm lookin' for

(chorus 2x)

(Verse Two)
Toe the censore, look her thighs is winter
Told her it was sky's the limit
And if her back was anything like rims, She'd be ridin' 20
Told her she gone look infinty, Plus she gone good in Bently's
Introduce her to the family, Sit next to me at the grammy's
Our life you gone be caked up, You just gone like to wake up
You wannna fight to make-up
Can't have em' like I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
I'm tall I'm like em' short to, where they come to my chest
And wit high heels, look, come to my neck
Got a lot of money in this world, I don't some of it
Got a lot of girls in this world, but look I only need one of em'
You know the girl who I choose her closet cuddled in furs
Friends like goddam, bitch look at her

(chorus 2x)

(feat. Slay Sean, Short Circuit)

What you think
Man, I don't fuck with them (ha-ha)
No Limit (uh-huh)
Ya heard me
Ghetto nigga
Watch how I spit this shit
I don't know what I'ma do next
Until then, watch me - watch me, watch me

(Silkk)
Executive thug look when I'm done
If last year I was on 20's
This year I'm on 21's
Niggas talk but huh we got plenty guns
Give niggas a choice now they can catch it from anyone
I ? I don't like niggas unless it's jail
I don't pass out nothin' look unless it's shells
Send niggas to the ? the rest to hell
And I don't box slim dog slim I'm less than frail
Everything we rock look is customized
And shorty gon' be sprung soon as I touch them thighs
You ask too many questions like dude like what's and why's
What the fuck we buy and what the fuck we drive
We just stay in the pits
Like stay in the mix
Stay into shit
Stay in a 6
Stay in the bricks
Just cause we got money dog
We still slick with it
Never say how it get done
We just get it did
They'll little deal or somethin' but that ain't nothin'
Spend a little change but look that ain't money
Niggas laugh but I'm like that ain't funny
What you call them lil' huh if that ain't dummies
I represent niggas in the hood that's boxed up
All my niggas doin' time
All of 'em locked up
The big ones are the ones that a lil' thin
The ones that's doin' reps of 10 jackin' off to Lil' Kim
No Limit beef nigga
No Limit street
No Limit west nigga
No Limit east

(Slay Sean)
I spit fire
You know hot shit melt the wire
Off yo chain
Get it right it's not a game
I'm not the talkin' type
I throw slugs to the brain
Run up in spots
Make 'em point out the cain
Go outta town hustle
Switch up the slang
Down South with Silkk and Circuit just doin' it man
Puttin' in work
Come on son you bound to get hurt
I'm on some other shit
I roll around in a hurse
Run up on ya
Put a couple rounds in yo shirt
Undertaker leave you face down in the dirt
A frown and a smirk
Shit I'll put you down when it's worth
That goes for anybody walkin' on the face of this earth

(Short Circuit)
Think the audio tight wait till y'all see the video
Y'all gon' need a telescope to see us niggas with dough
I done copped dope with prison dough and locked the block
Till the cops came with glocks and tried to rock my spot
Anything I see I want I cop don't talk to the cops
40 grand on a drop-top right off of the lot
Want what I got make a nigga ? blocks
On the block in the spot with razors cuttin' down blocks
They gon' catch me with a glock somebody's socks get rocked
I ain't dealin' on the rock I'ma have to be shot
Shot and dropped any way my gun get to pop
I'ma be on night watch bangin' out with the cops

(Silkk)
I get paid look every time I cuss
Speak the truth every time I bust
Niggas still talkin'
I ain't got time to fuss
When I come through you ain't got time to duck
I'm a thug
Everything about me says that
Been real even way back
Only spit the truth dog
I only look to state facts
You still talkin' (bbrrddd)
Take that
I told you this time look I'ma lock the summer
I'ma roll through NY and rock the Tunnel
Look hop out the Benz
Hop into a Hummer
What the fuck I'm doin' it for look if not for money
Always been real
Never been fake
Always been a playa
Ain't never gon' hate
Concert ? tour like 70 a day
I was cool with 6
But now I'm more like 7 or 8