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(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 |
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(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) |
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(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 |
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(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... |
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(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) |
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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) |
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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) |
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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) |
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(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! |
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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) |
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(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 |
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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)) |
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[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 |
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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) |
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(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 |
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