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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) *Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) X2 It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya Till gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down *Repeat (X2) I'm from the ? chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough *Repeat (X2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
What what what what what
*Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys X4 Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) *Repeat (X2) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga *Repeat (X2) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo) *Where you at whodi? I'm over here whodi I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard X4 We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why I post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store *Repeat (X2) (Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because I'm livin lavish I'll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that I'm a 504 boy from across the Canal... ...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, I'm the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the motherfucka that think I'm playin? *Repeat (X2) Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they ain't made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Whodi I'm hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, I got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga When I come through I come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi *Repeat (X2) Where I'm at? I'm over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, I'm bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get TRU niggaz in your clique nigga N-O, L-I, M-I to the T It's just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go *Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it X2 You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch And I know you've heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look *Repeat (X2) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change *Repeat I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF *Repeat (X2) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass I'll be there for you baby, just beep me Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening Ya' heard me *Repeat (X2) We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what X2 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it *Check dem hoes Check dem niggas X4 Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own damn ass Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games Fuck you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you fuckin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks *Repeat (X4) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police Dem hoes call the police Dem niggas call the police Check dem hoes Check dem niggas Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Did you call a taxi
Yea Where you going my brother Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left *I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea x2 Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life *Repeat (x2) Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still *Repeat (x2) Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes I can tell you want to fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much From the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep In you um tryin to go You heard about No Limit Soldiers? We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya I thought I told you soldier draws Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls I heard you got that kill I can see all in yo grill Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love I just wanna fit yo glove Get a couple of uh-uh's Shove it in your mouth just like a thug And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it Its soldier passion So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! *Repeat Put me on the counter in the kitchen Now baby pour my body with some ice cream Lick me from head to toe Bending me over 69'll be the next thing I wanna taste your body all night long From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan *Repeat Can I light a candle? And kiss you in the places light won't show I'll take my time and do it slow I'll do my oral exercises Right between your thighs It's all very pleasurable, I'll go places he won't go Lets keep it on the low-low So he won't know Now lets take it to the floor *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here little girl:my dad said he not here boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Soldiers
Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? *Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army x4 I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me *Repeat (x4) These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap *Repeat (x4) Master P talking till the end of the song |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Huh!
Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look *You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) *Repeat We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya <phone rings> (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers ain't even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And that's deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? *Repeat It's world war nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? *These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hoes Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal *Repeat (x2) Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. *Repeat (x2) Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babe This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) *where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at x4 They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta better hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I don't know who did it Take the gunz off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin *Repeat (x4) It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back *Repeat (x4) There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat x2 Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed *Repeat (x2) Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place *Repeat And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat nigga?
What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac *Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz x2 See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts (ya heard) *Repeat (x3) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of tabloid Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on *Repeat (x2) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a United scrap Coming 9 milometer with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard *I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2 I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch *Repeat (x2) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard *Repeat (x2) Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it *Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash *Repeat Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha)
You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces *Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4 We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys with the plastic toys Pop, pop Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' And we got them motherfuckers bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family *What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you x2 I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hoes Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound *Repeat (x2) Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Iberville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep *Repeat How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend, thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them thug girls about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest 3rd baller you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million thug soldiers on your street? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! *For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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from Scream 2 (스크림 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (1997)
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here [Master P] Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon when you see a thug like a G screamin' I smoke green with the reaper I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper just a young thug tryin' make it visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me forgive me for my weed and my hennessy young killers when I'm gone won't remember green and women be my past time live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas I got .45, nines, and gats cocked young homies bangin' corner signs on my block and the average age is twenty-five young homies don't even live to retire I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' [Silkk the Shocker] P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin' I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys its past my time to get high off green and swisher i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya one two I'm comin' for you three four I'm kickin' up in your door life it seems to be a bad dream scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ughhhhh.......
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit So you want to get rid of gansta rap But what if gansta rap gets rid of you How'd you like them apples You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit You always point the finger at the bad guy But what if the bad guy points the finger at you Fuck the politcians the media and the government The fucking world was built on production If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music You couldn't pay for a meal I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around Tapping my phone and over taxing my money You know what a hustler is Its a pig that don't fly straight But its ok (its ok) When you finish listening to this tape It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me So fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don Master P The Last Don <i>[Master P]</i> I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps I live the life of a rider lost at heart I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart I went to jail for shit I didn't do Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew We retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh) Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it Change by society but these fools tryin' take me They want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up Walkin' the blocked up down or cocked up In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me Your girl or your homey Cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies That's one that's grown from the Last Don He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X) 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller They all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don Real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain Feel my pain its real out here Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life You can't do what you wanna do A coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies once So all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together And if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga Don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self Cause money's the root of all evil We done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars That's one to grow on nigga from the last Dizon you heard me? |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Chorus - Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga [Master P] I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner Wit killas and drugs They healing Outlaws that reaching for souls We ghetto niggas 600, Fearris, and Rolls We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy We gon hang niggas We gon bang niggas We gon slang niggas Cause we trigger niggas Banger got cheese nigga Never fall nigga Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga Cause I'm a soldier No Limit finest Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds Uhh - uhh Hit 'em up nigga Get 'em get 'em get 'em Miss me I'ma split 'em Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em Uhh - uhh Or else East 99 will get with 'em [Chorus - Master P] [Layzie Bone] Little Lay done traveled around the world Caught a few cases Seen so many faces and so many places Ace this game Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis Give me my spaces Show me some love though Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo" Could you do me that and I'll hit you back Little nig just don't know where my thugs at Some at the track on the back chrome gat Some around the corner selling that crack Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone May they rest in peace My nigga sleep Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land Putting it down for the nation of thugs man So you understand Now whats wrong with your game Wounds be getting to shooting Fuck the law Keep packing that steel Real real when your riding the feel just chill And peace will be still Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans Across the sea and ocean Master P and Bone thugs Coast to coast We steadily rolling putting it down [Chorus - Master P] [Krayzie Bone] Niggas niggas if you with me Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car Reach in the back for the AK Okay Lets see if you ready for war Scoping the target Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs Shit Bitch hear me ticking I'm bound to blow Nigga better get on the floor Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank Look in my eyes They so surprised Cause they must have thought I was studio What do ya know Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up Aw shit Here come the police Now tell me what it is you want? I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot Lets get it on Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back Fucked up We wouldn't of had to resort to violence But man the nigga was raised that way And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today But what can I say? I picked a fucked up game to play So I gotta get up and move out Face the shoot out So I'll be on my way [Chorus - Master P] [Wish Bone] Yeah yeah In the mist of the ghetto When I fly ride by die Niggas wanna let go It's a pain just to maintain But it's a shame cause I do the same thing Still from the streets Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E Yeahhh We the Mo Thug warriors warriors Fuck them stories that them haters be telling Huh You run up we murder ya Stressed out niggas on weed Fuck niggas don't like me and police I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends Make ends Anyday can be your last one Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns Don't you wanna have some fun Come come Bloody red red rum [Flesh-N-Bone] Me telling ya Yeah See me and my niggas we down for whatever Yah heard me? No matter the cause Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income Ya'll get fifth thugs Your nigga thats ready for war Lets battle Stepping with cannons Come with my handbook Niggas with (?) But if you choose you lose Them niggas will fucking fool Come and get a abused If you've paid your dues My niggas you've learned the golden rule You gotta do what you gotta do But priceless So many done test don't try me (?) Niggas come to stay tru Digging his grave They dieing They recognize the Cles from C-L-E Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans My niggas at No Limit Gotta make more cheese It's Bone and P [Chorus - Master P] [Master P] Ha ha P and Bone nigga Yah heard me? And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us Yah heard me? |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise He got high, but they didn't find no dope They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so Now we might do time in the penn But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence So I guess once again that it's on But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Master P] My enemies hate me money can't make me Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me Give me four or five months and I'm out It must be love momma put up the house And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga Little Fame and little change nigga But um, I gotta do what I gotta Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics I gotta little square when the penetentiary cause on these streets are heaven or hell Now picture me balling I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mia X] Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door But all the goin find is some ghetto dope So come on, so would you just let a bitch live Stack my ends and raise my kids Ride my benz, flow my ice Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this Watch this young black family take this whole industry And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you Thinkin about you |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Snoop]</i>
Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh) Lets keep this shit straight G And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas Ya heard me <i>[Master P]</i> We ridas, we ridas, we ridas <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Sillk]</i> Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo Then we bust and here we go Then hit the mothafuckin flow Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ?? And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal And we be on these fake mothafuckin niggas like it was a corner back See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back We stayin strapped wit two two threes Wit mothafuckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys Blowin weed by da trees Now all my south to west Them niggas rowdy And all them niggas that north to da east Them niggas get bout it (uuungh) <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Mystikal]</i> We fuck we smoke we bank we blast When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin Makin hang yo ass Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass Snoop fuckin wit this bitch you can't get mad Its a big bank thang so we actin bad Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know We represent them niggas out that five o fo Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Snoop]</i> One lone lee D P I C Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat I always keep a roach in my baseball cap I page P fo a double up An that nigga ain't even call me back I strode to the spot where my sack is at I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at So I can set up shop an rock my new glock I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah D O double gizzy gots ta get busy From the south to da west we ridahs Hatas miss me <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga <i>[Master P]</i> Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate Mystikal Pass me them thangs an lets get emHit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside An if anybody home, then everybody die Nigga, we don't talk nigga We do that gangsta walk An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Master P]</i> We ridas nigga Master P, Sillk the Shocker, Mystikal and Snoop Dogg Whole mothafuckin No Limit troops We ridas We ridas We ridas Nigga we don't talk we ridas |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet <i>[Sons of Funk and Master P]</i> Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker And ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot And every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops Nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me But make sure six TRU niggas carry me But if they miss know (nigga) you a goner Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh) <i>[Chorus (2X)]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock Cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain I could re-open my eyes and realize All the niggas that lost their lives in this game I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle With this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries I recieved ya'll letters And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better Now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with Too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come On top of that I had a fucked up day To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you Tonight when I pray feel my pain <i>[Chorus (3X)]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ugh! Ha ha!
Ooh! Huh? P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga. This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day everytime. Like dis here. Element of surprise. Da Last Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out. Let it be writ and said, done and published That on the sixth month of June 1998 E-40 Fonzarellie A-K-A Charlie Hustleezy And my Third Ward weepilation From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased Any Old School classic memories of Northern California Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin' Morning, night, day in Norleans And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway Bobbin and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, Penelope force Tryin' to convince em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin' along any how We had been went our separate ways Shit, we been had a divorce In and out of court, betta' yet Neva was married any how and engaged Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph And, uh, when your new album droppin fool That other shit was cool [Chorus] Get your money man, get your paper Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips Get your snaps man, get paid Ugh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans Game won't change, these niggas can't fade me Mama still pray for baby Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads And all I want be is a soldier Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rollas Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us Ghetto millionaires and still blowin' doja Keep my composure when times hectic Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas And still run wit the thug niggas And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas And push 600 wit a bulletproof The ghetto Bill Gates The only president wit a gold tooth [Chorus] Uh, n-neva let your guards down Always play defense neva offense Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses Sequence this Paint a portrait of these next events See if you can predict what I was about to say Within the next couple of sentences Technically impossible To hard to call See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider I threw him a knuckle ball Back against the wall, knockin' niggas out (knockin' niggas out) Hemmed up in da corner nigga that's what I'm about Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped Nigga tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps Cause this street life got me crazy But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby And only God can take me And ain't no nigga in this hood gone play me So when I ball I'm a ball til I fizall And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall [Chorus] |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) Only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it <i>[3X]</i> Stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving But picture me a third ward nigga ballin' A house on the lake and one on the hill Imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me This bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed <i>[Chorus (2X)]</i> I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars They couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy Protected by soldiers live my life smokin' The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke <i>[Chorus (3X)]</i> Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take We takin' a hundred of them We gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now But you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together And we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power 'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more To multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope) If all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up Then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude Changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media That want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas The media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records No Limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto Take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there Livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up (wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon Now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west To the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas Real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz That's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I Just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga You protect you and yours |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl? Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl. Ha ha ha ha I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where they at I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby You just wanna ride and get inside So yall can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde But we don't trip we just pack that heat How many thug nigga bitches wanna ride with me Thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute But they braids is ??, I don't know I'd rather fuck with a thug girl Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour I said look here girl, are you so sure And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more Your the best thing I ever had I wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad I aint mad but I aint glad Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had She wanted to take the ring off my finger So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers I'm looking for a thug girl <i>[Master P]</i> I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at <i>[Silkk The Shocker]</i> They wish they knew why a girl like you Would do all the things that you do But they should understand that you our biggest fan And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine I wrote this rhyme just for your kind Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back Aint no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that <i>[Master P]</i> Thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A down south thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A west coast thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at An east coast thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A midwest thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
<i>[Master P]</i> These streets keep me rollin' Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin' <i>[Master P]</i> You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho's a love you And these niggas a hate you When you young and ballin' I mean broke and fallin' I said sleeping and crawlin' That's when the Devil be callin' They want to take all your change T-shirts and khakis These ho's a love me Or send some niggas to jack me The game done change It's not the same Da Last Don be my name Cause I'm tru to da game I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand Out in the streets be lying in a can I done change and they watch me The fedz can't stop me It'll take millions to box me But the ghetto you got me <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> <i>[Fiend]</i> What's the purpose of being the baddest When some haters a kill for your status For a taste of lavish Or follow you home for the cabbage But look here we savages Survivors and Soldiers Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia On his casket lies a magnolia Flower for peace Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice I'm the beast You know me FIEND the glock carrier Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya Guns with the sound barrier Livin for no tomorrow Show me the dirty cargo And fuck your family morrows Boy souls I'm quick to borrow Gettin' sisters and brothers to I got something to kill you and a thought of another you Just another number to The murder rate in my city One week all kids born with no pitty Shitty ain't it How it's painted Realness thru my eyes Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies <i>[Chorus till end]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Kid: Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school.
P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger. [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes In this ghetto, got me crazy Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby And the color of my skin might taint me I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl And all the money can't change the color of your skin Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen? It is cause we VIOLENT? But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'? So many people have dreams But why society eliminated Martin Luther King? And they tell us to be proud to be black And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, its a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol Where found history books about white laws And tell me Hilfiger discriminate And sell us clothes But we can't blame him cause We don't support the black stores And only God can judge ??? and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl (I'm just a black man Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain (Hold on, hold on Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain [Silkk] P pray for your little brother [Master P] Silkk, keep your head up [Silkk] I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn) What about all of the people that died in the past? Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty And I know they didn't do it But still they can't get back I see the copper be tryin' to nail me Police constantly trailin' me Cause I'm young, rich, and black I'm always under survelience Dash me out the car And wanna ask me who the car fuck Thay allowed to carry guns Can't never be convicted Who that law fuck? I'm guilty till proven innocent Still we all equals, how do you figure? Cop told me "you weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a nigger" I seen the hardest of my homies Break down in tears A white judge looked them in the eyes And gave them 35 years Now its a everyday struggle I hustle just to live To raise your kids When they got them teachin' them Their parents better than them They got me thinkin' The color of my skin Is a sin I'm a black man in a white man's world Where its set up for me not to win Lookit, ain't that about a bitch They look at us like we ain't shit But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists I'm a black man (Unghhhhh) [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Outro: Check this out (check this out) Underneath (underneath) Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white) We all equal (we all equal) We all equal (we all equal) We all (remember that) Got the same opportunity Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers Ain't a black or white thing Pick the best man for the job And there shouldn't be no hatin' Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house Should be able to live wherever you want The same hospitality they give to athletes And movie stars Should give that same hospitality and companionship To your neighbors You heard me? Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me I just make music For the reality Only the real could feel this, huh Only the real could feel this |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood Where people live bad But say its all good And my homies slanging and robbing Caught a misdameanor felonies We cant survive it And three strikes niggas out it But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it One nation in god we trust But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us (ugghhhhh) Now you see how we feel Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang Thats how they get killed You run from the press We run from killers and jackers And wear bullet proof vest Some say the president like weed and hoes Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got Terrorist wantin to blow you away, I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place You got secret service Roamin the streets I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me <i>[Chorus]</i> Dear mr. president (mr. president) My letter to the president, the president <i>[repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Dear mr president Mama just lost her job Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed Landlord giving us three days to disappear Santa Claus missed our house this year You got the white house Protected by the goverment killers We got the crack house Protected by them neighborhood dealers Opportunity ain't never knocked And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke And hit the weed when they stress me Niggas die in the ghetto Put they face on a shirt White folks get killed and its a city wide search Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke Nigga cross my heart and hope to die I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's eyes <i>[Chorus repeat 4x]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[CHORUS: Master P]</i>
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama bathed me <i>[4X]</i> <i>[Verse 1: Master P]</i> I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs Even though, this ghetto got me crazy Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby <i>[CHORUS (2X)]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]</i> I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony Out for this money, homies maintain they composure Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP But the scripts how mama raised me Pops wasn't home, left us all alone Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game She showed me everythang except how to be a man I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught It's probably pops fault how I ended up Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up <i>[CHORUS (2X)]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]</i> Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us The world wouldn't be like it is now I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house And my pops been locked up for ten years Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss Momma I love you cause you brought me hear But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me Take it slowly <i>[CHORUS (4X)]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs <i>[Chorus x3]</i> Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh! <i>[Verse-1]</i> I be bustin' them locs I be slangin' the dope I be runnin' from coke I be bustin' in dos I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business Eighteen rounds, six five P's murdah shit I got the game Never ball, never cheat, never fall Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled Big brained, and big boulder Big bustah, big hustla Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted Uhh! <i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down nigga hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh! (Ugggh) Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em <i>[Verse-2]</i> Click click go boom Nigga lay it down I ain't fuckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas Or no hoes that's talkin' the game I got too much to do I been slangin' cane In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga Roll up on the curb Sh..duck or you served I be lucky, niggas steady bustin' No Limit niggas ain't fuckin' with ya'll bustas No bustas got game nigga, change nigga Fuckin' the game nigga Ya'll niggas that came nigga I say that I'm servin' 'em Dumb niggas ain't heard of me Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah I got the game choppin' Niggas started droppin' Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it You stop and know No, just retire for a minute Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin' <i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down nigga (ugggh) I ain't fuckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga Lay it down Lay it down let's hit 'em I ain't bout no fuckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em <i>[Verse-3]</i> Kicked in a crackhouse Got me a pile of that key Lay it down young niggas Now they workin' for me I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it I got niggas in the project workin' it But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick So when a nigga get rich That's when them hoes talk shit They wanna put yah down on the tee Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines New Orleans so they workin' it <i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't bout no fuckin' talkin', let my 9 fuckin' get 'em Uhh! Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh! Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em <i>[Master P]</i> No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga Let that muthafuckin' 9 get 'em Fuck rappin' bout it |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Chorus (4x):]</i>
This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes <i>[Master P:]</i> Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said Now I'm walking with the devil (With the devil) And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto No nominees from the Grammies But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies Tears in my eyes from these street pains That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man And the feds follow me like I'm slanging crack Wasting tax dollars cause I'm young, rich, famous and black <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[Master P:]</i> Its a new slavery times done changed Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains Got us killing up each other Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers Hypocrite preachers teaching the word And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs Watch Bill Gates buying islands See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling Where the poor live hungry And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> <i>[C-Murder:]</i> I'm still mad at the world 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes I'm just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt I ain't got nothing but No Limit so I'm a represent it 'til my last breath My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what There's more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes This for all the ghetto stars out there Going through a thing All my homies in the penatentiary I feel y'all pain To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls) To all my No Limit Soldiers The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome It's foolish, ya heard me <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
I was born... coming up from the ghetto
Where the OG's never let go This is somethin I had to know Had to be real sneaky Watched niggas that tried to creep on me Stay away from the ones that's sheisty That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills I'm ready to ride, ready to roll Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin That I'm steadily blowin your back out Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes It's Friday night, the club is about to close And I was lookin fabulous So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine I'm from the home of the riots That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside Uhh, what y'all busters gon do When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you It aint about who's sellin the most caine Put us all together nigga see you run thangs If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen Bitch I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin All you hear is, with my two inch twist I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip If you want my claims, I think you besta make a change So close your eyes when I let my back end hang I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off Domie's got daytons, Goldie's got daytons All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin my stripes Will I quit it, I'm comitted til the day I drop Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot Gave em pain as I swang on the bitches I sopt Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin Me and my brother had to walk to school I used to get him he downposed for joe cool A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks Damn cuz I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that Had a nigga lookin G'd up With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred Now we sippin on some kool aid I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid And now I'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know I'm steady woofin On the side where they ride the most Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese) We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees Get your money first rule number one, hello Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto I was born... coming up from the ghetto Where the OG's never let go This is somethin I had to know Had to be real sneaky Watched niggas that tried to creep on me Stay away from the ones that's sheisty That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her I need a bitch to hold my stash, a bitch to give me some ass And when I'm on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash I'm a ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes And known to be a lady And massage me with Hennessy and weed when she bathe me If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her She gotta be a gangsta bitch, 'bout that gangsta shit I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps We can sip Hen be homies and best friends Smash off X-O get his and hers M-10's Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass When I can't be seen you can inform my team Call that shot to keep the block on pop And chop more chickens than KFC Lay down organize crime be my D O G If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her I need a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip Baby, don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug All you get from this lesson, baby girl is true love She was dapping me, colonel, on my jump when I was locked down My black queen's sendin' me Lex to the carpound She see me now, she closer than my bitch She my boo 'cause she down to do some gangsta shit And if a bitch trip She down to boot her for free My little mama go to work everyday I run the streets she's a G bitch If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
OK you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck. <i>[Chorus (2x):]</i> I done seen so many souls deceased That's why I ride with alot of killers with me <i>[Master P:]</i> The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g Cause this game is so real And niggaz hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed ?? <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[The Commision #1:]</i> Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be Ph'n Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[The Commision #2:]</i> The shit about to slow we living Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz Living this triple beam dream Godfather bless a nigga with weight Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit The other level living like better shit They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position <i>[The Commision #3:]</i> I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my Hilfigger I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Snitch:]</i> What's happening?
<i>[Snoop:]</i> What you mean what's up, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> What, what's happening man? <i>[Snoop:]</i> I need to holler at you nigga, come here <i>[Snitch:]</i> For what, what's happening <i>[Snoop:]</i> Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga? <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man I wasn't hanging with the police man <i>[Snoop:]</i> Oh, you didn't think I seen you <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man, you trippin' man <i>[Snoop:]</i> I seen you jump out that car, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> Nah man, fuck that dog <i>[Snoop:]</i> You snitching now, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man, hell nah I ain't snitching <i>[Snoop:]</i> What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching Let me holler at you nigga Come here bro <i>[Snitch:]</i> Oh man <i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i> How many real niggas is locked away Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head Giving them niggas code names Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it 'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich I'm destined for fame Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game It's a shame the way the game has switched And the police man trying to take my shit I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard In the front seat with no cuffs on I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting And that's for all my real niggaz locked up And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight Just like a bitch quick to call the police But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me Look here, me and P we getting riches And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches Muthafuck you snitches <i>[Chorus:]</i> Snitches snitches snitches Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches They be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches <i>[Master P:]</i> I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell And when he get out will he live, only time will tell Nigga riding with the police Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin' Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine Watch the bitch he got a camera But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer And 17 nails 'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed <i>[Master P:]</i> Snitches, snitches, snitches Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches That's snitches, snitches Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail That's what snitches is Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga Niggaz with dresses, snitches This for y'all bitches To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain Watch y'all muthafuckin' self The haters got the high beam on They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses I know who y'all is niggaz |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
MP: This the last Don, can I speak to you for a minute?
NL: What worry you? You got problem? I take care of it, okay? MP: I hate to puzzle you with this small problem, but, someone in the family is stealin' from me. NL: What? Nobody steal from...Da Don. MP: So, what we go'n do to the nigga? NL: We make example out of him. We get all my money back and then we bury him in it. *church bells ringing* |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but we gonna break these niggas off.
But, uh I need to go out and handle my buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here are rappin, or should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. This reality. You know what Im sayin? Nigga when you say somethin about a nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. You know what Im sayin? I mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh. Niggas know the real from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go. Niggas is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH. There they go There they go There they go UGGGHHH! Pass me them thangs Lets Get Em! <i>[3x]</i> I get swoll like a boulder Bitch Im a soldier Yall runnin from the rollers I slang tapes like crack My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7 8 come back And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man TRU niggas dont talk shit We in the game stackin Gs Yall niggas still tryna get me With playas and hustlas But chall cant make no money Cause yall niggas BUSTAS! Hahm Bra The game wont change Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope Now yall buyin my shit out the record store And yo baby momma lovin me And everytime you turn on the TV I feel ya muggin me But I cant be stopped Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch For 15% That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent I made a movie nigga think Im slangin coke a lees Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson What? Never leave without your Smith N Wesson. Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH And the man that go UGGH I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit we been doin Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth I piss on your porch, shit in your house Somebody said that you were talkin about me I heard that I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back I took a brain outta my own head Whip yo ass with one of my platts You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont understand 90 percent of this shit is your buisiness 10 percent of this shit is your timing Slangin tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker We gonna keep this bitch jammin Above the standard No Limit on the charts slammin Fuckin wit what we planned Well gonna leave you dead where you standin Aint that fool yall Whenever we have to fuckin talk We be silent Or should I say real silent Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey They mad cause they ho jock me They cant stop me So their result is to fuckin copy I say P where they at? There they go I spot em I got em Got EM! Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom See uh, you run your mouth Nigga, Ill be like nigga what! What Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us! They talk about one They talk about all of fuckin us Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck! See Im on some evil murderous devil shit Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off I was the devilest So what you sayin nigga I roll with niggas with big triggers Million dolla shit niggas with big figures Tru niggas Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back We dont fuck around we stay strapped Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at Wherever, whenever, however it goes I wash your mouth out with soap Rush to you outside know what Im sayin No fuckin mo! Here we go All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what? A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. No Limit for life. T-R-U nigga And when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family. The muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family. Remember that. |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]
[Master P] RIP homie RIP [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] How do I say goodbye to what we had The good times that made us laugh outweighted the bad I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies [Master P] y'all niggas smile for my ghetto heroes So many homies gone trying to ball till they fall Now I'm left with nothing but old cards and a bunch of pictures on the wall RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave And I remember when you first got high and the first time you got laid And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do I never imagined living life without a nigga like you [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] Chorus Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies [Master P] We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy And every sunday grandma go to church she said she gotta pray for her baby And ah, your little son, he look just like you And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through And ah me, see and Silk we got a little money but that don't mean shit Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain Keep your head up, and this for everybody that lost a relative in the street game [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] Chorus [Silkk The Shocker] Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you I just sit here wonderin why But the law of life, and god placed us here and said everybody must die Ended hard trying to move on but still I try Even though we got money, judgement day just some things we can't buy Even though you gone, I never let you move on Cause every time i think about you I sit back and write your name in a song Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt It's kinda spooky when one day I see your face on a t-shirt I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better And why it take a death or a funeral to bring our family together Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them You'll never know whether they'll be here tomorrow [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] Chorus |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
<i>[O'Dell]</i> Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas And the bitches like the peapop (peapop) And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's And niggas still ride old school Caddies And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner And niggas wish they could move to California It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high And bitches love to suck a line A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man And you might get a rep if you're a killer The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers And hoes love you if you're famous But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin' God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94 He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward Come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust Now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers Might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Chorus (2x):]</i>
You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got <i>[Master P:]</i> I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy But thugs need love and if you real girl save me Your loyalty got me a sucker for love And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs And I could feel your lips through your letters You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever Now I'm out girl and we balling Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries Rolex watches and bracelets Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places Now we be hooked like drugs But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love And I hope you know what you got You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got <i>[Mia X:]</i> My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do I can't see being in love without you Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me That's why them other broads know we gone be I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love Before the fame the big names and the money I was at the bus stop with you honey That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug <i>[Chorus (5x)]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[phone ringing]</i>
<i>[No Limit studios]</i>-"No Limit studio" <i>[Master P]</i>-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?" <i>[MP]</i>-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'" <i>[NLS]</i>-"This ain't no mutha fuckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?" <i>[MP]</i>-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck" <i>[MP]</i>-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up, nigga" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, what?" <i>[MP]</i>-"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Come on then, come on then nigga" Da Last Don, nigga (remix) Ha ha (ha ha) <i>[Master P:]</i> Make em say uhhhh! Uhhhh! Na na na na Na na na na Make em say uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank My comrads with tanks With diamonds and TRU tats We make em say 'uhhhh' An' 'how ya do that' Third ward hustlaz On these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances Cause this a risky buissiness A No Limit Souldier Commanderin' Cheif An' Michael Jackson Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz Got love for the North, South, East, to the West Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest Flashin' red lights Runnin' from the rollerz If life was a movie, 'CUT' Pass me the dojah <i>[Chorus:]</i> Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na <i>[X3]</i> <i>[Fiend:]</i> Well, if ya knew Something. Fiend Still tryin' to do somethin' TRU smokaz dont gotta blow We done already blew sumpthin I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage No Limit savage One known as the baddest When I was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready Bangin like soft black cannon Bangin' out the 4-7 Lyrically a machete I dig da dirt and bury Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary I hurt an' make you worry Like this were you Can't get get a tank dog salute P's already suit I represent the boot An' the world is rowdy, rowdy Makin' you say uhhh With the colonol, Mr. Bout it <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Silkk:]</i> P gon' make ya say uhhh I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na I'm a cash deala' A No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga Fast nigga Ain't the last nigga Keep my mind on my money because I like riches House full of tight bitches An' call me, I might hitcha Now make em say na na na Tryin ta act hard core Betta for the flow Na na na na na na Now get the ball loose Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5) I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla But it's hard not to hurt Now I'm a No Limit soldier So I get my strength through my duties Bout to make em scream 'MISTER' Like the movie (na na na na na) <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Mia X:]</i> You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot Off the top Think not Run up on me Cock 9 milla mamma Mia Asshole eata Head still wouldn't wanna be ya See ya At the top of billboards Yeah we lookin down Wavin at you muthfuckaz How you like me now? Cuz dis country, way back Laugh at bout it bout it Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy T-R-U what we claim Represent dat dirty south 4-star major general Mamma work and come out about I ride wit No Limit soldiers Yes we checkin' Wit' the colonel Master P He be the Ghetto Dad (?) Paper chasaz what they labled us Heaven knows If that ass tried to play wit us Gotta go So we know what we do It's never gon die World-wide in yo' hood P gon' make ya say Wooooo <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i> Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V No Limit family wit' the D-P-G Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'? Nigga run up We gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially one who can't represent they game See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out BOOOOOOOOOOOMM |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[phone ringing]</i>
<i>[No Limit studios]</i>-"No Limit studio" <i>[Master P]</i>-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?" <i>[MP]</i>-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'" <i>[NLS]</i>-"This ain't no mutha fuckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?" <i>[MP]</i>-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck" <i>[MP]</i>-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up, nigga" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Nigga, what?" <i>[MP]</i>-"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" <i>[NLS]</i>-"Come on then, come on then nigga" Da Last Don, nigga (remix) Ha ha (ha ha) <i>[Master P:]</i> Make em say uhhhh! Uhhhh! Na na na na Na na na na Make em say uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank My comrads with tanks With diamonds and TRU tats We make em say 'uhhhh' An' 'how ya do that' Third ward hustlaz On these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances Cause this a risky buissiness A No Limit Souldier Commanderin' Cheif An' Michael Jackson Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz Got love for the North, South, East, to the West Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest Flashin' red lights Runnin' from the rollerz If life was a movie, 'CUT' Pass me the dojah <i>[Chorus:]</i> Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na <i>[X3]</i> <i>[Fiend:]</i> Well, if ya knew Something. Fiend Still tryin' to do somethin' TRU smokaz dont gotta blow We done already blew sumpthin I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage No Limit savage One known as the baddest When I was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready Bangin like soft black cannon Bangin' out the 4-7 Lyrically a machete I dig da dirt and bury Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary I hurt an' make you worry Like this were you Can't get get a tank dog salute P's already suit I represent the boot An' the world is rowdy, rowdy Makin' you say uhhh With the colonol, Mr. Bout it <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Silkk:]</i> P gon' make ya say uhhh I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na I'm a cash deala' A No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga Fast nigga Ain't the last nigga Keep my mind on my money because I like riches House full of tight bitches An' call me, I might hitcha Now make em say na na na Tryin ta act hard core Betta for the flow Na na na na na na Now get the ball loose Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5) I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla But it's hard not to hurt Now I'm a No Limit soldier So I get my strength through my duties Bout to make em scream 'MISTER' Like the movie (na na na na na) <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Mia X:]</i> You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot Off the top Think not Run up on me Cock 9 milla mamma Mia Asshole eata Head still wouldn't wanna be ya See ya At the top of billboards Yeah we lookin down Wavin at you muthfuckaz How you like me now? Cuz dis country, way back Laugh at bout it bout it Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy T-R-U what we claim Represent dat dirty south 4-star major general Mamma work and come out about I ride wit No Limit soldiers Yes we checkin' Wit' the colonel Master P He be the Ghetto Dad (?) Paper chasaz what they labled us Heaven knows If that ass tried to play wit us Gotta go So we know what we do It's never gon die World-wide in yo' hood P gon' make ya say Wooooo <i>[Chorus x2]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i> Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V No Limit family wit' the D-P-G Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'? Nigga run up We gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially one who can't represent they game See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out BOOOOOOOOOOOMM |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
(??????) Man, whatchou got to work with, you aint got no silence around?
(??????) I ain't need no fuckin' silence, when I see this nigga I'm gonna blow his fuckin' socks off. (??????) As soon as the nigga come through the door bro, we gonna kill this nigga. (Walking) (??????) Man, be quiet, be quiet, here they come. (Click, more walking.) (??????) Man, you cut the lights off? (??????) Fuck no man, who turned the fuckin' lights off? (??????)......fuckin thought you turned the lights off. (??????) Fuck no bro! (Master P) Naw nigga, I cut the mother-fuckin lights off. BOOM! BOOM! |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
This is an invitation for all my thug niggas to come join me
On a journey to the ever lasting ship of eternal life A place where there's no violence no pain no crime no prisons no ghettos Nothing but sunshine at the end of the road so come with me let's ride All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[2X]</i> <i>[C-Murder]</i> Nigga back in the days I was afraid of the police Just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets My ghetto hero was above the law I caught a glimpse of a bullet That took him down like a south paw uneducated to the game of life I was hated to the grave but the pen kept my mind right A young motherfucker doomed since day one Shit I'm a fool I'm a ball 'til my time come A G to me is like a mil' on the streets I'm a kill just to eat And leave my enemies on the concrete they say a soft heart Make a bitch nigga stay alert stay alive that's the code of a thug nigga I wanna rob and steal but crime pays the bill niggas know I'm real So my pain is what they feel I'm a rider TRU niggas gone feel me C-Murder ain't gone die 'til a bitch nigga kill me All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> How many niggas want to ride with me When I'm gone don't my fuckin' soldier cry for me I want the nigga that did it to die with me And his mama and his brother take a ride with me Cuz I'm a killer (a killer) nigga baller Servin' up the 3rd ward Cali or New Orla' Nigga like the devil with the motherfuckin' red prints Fight me like a monkey on top of an elephant The game got me crazy profecy dazy This god wasn't ? when a nigga tried to play me God won't you save me nigga only baby only time could take me Mama why you made me like is like slavey tech-nines and three eighties Homies live in shady pray for your baby my first born replace me This ghetto might waste me I'm a hunted bitch like ghostly It be a nigga close to me that take me All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[4X]</i> <i>[Mr. Serv-On]</i> They told me in this life those who start off last a end up first Those who start up first a end up last Last time I saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50 years Without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward bastard Ask him durin' his term how many niggas sawt jail cells and found cascidy Place me the plastic when its time to shoot only god will know the truth What's in a nigga's blood is in his heart From the start my pain was irreversable the book on how to kill a nigga Is unwritable my title don't sulitify our right to tell a child how To live his life or how to stop a man when he beat his wife but if you turn Your back grab your gun we could ride tonight And ain't no game as I stroll on Nigga you know this S-E-R-V mister get my ride ON All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[4X]</i> Hahhahaha the media point the finger at me like I'm the bad guy But its ok just take a good look at me I'm no different then your average Businessman society wants to eliminate me but uh in a few years You be wishin' you had another Don like me sincerly yours America's Nightmare Master P |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[master p]
Yo los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two And he gave a half to his boy And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half And he ask you for one mo' What should you do if you was in that position? [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds ? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest F**k the rest! I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ? Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these Pistol packin niggaz in our town You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth My niggaz seek you out no doubt All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.. |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Yo Boo er
i know i never told u this before but it might be time for me to get my hussle on but i need you there for me cause gangstas need love too Since you've been away I've been down and lonely ah, what Since you've been away I've been thinkin' of you Trying to understand the reason you left me What were you going through I'm missin you Gangsters need love too tell me why the road turns |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight And light your joints Inhale...slowly exhale And that's how you get high. (clip from Friday) I know you don't smoke weed... I know this But I'm gonna get you high today Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 8X]</i> (Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0 Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried away Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty stomachs Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 4X]</i> Green trees pack wood, make cabbage I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac Got a hottie in the front and one in the back Blowin shotguns to me and my homie I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti Hoes down south must know voodoo cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 5X]</i> Y'all high yet? Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 3X]</i> Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy Nigga I said are y'all high yet? Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 3X]</i> Oh, you think you trippin now huh? You thinkin you hearing voices nigga? Well, if you is then you high nigga, but if you ain't |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Yo Boo er
i know i never told u this before but it might be time for me to get my hussle on but i need you there for me cause gangstas need love too Since you've been away I've been down and lonely ah, what Since you've been away I've been thinkin' of you Trying to understand the reason you left me What were you going through I'm missin you Gangsters need love too tell me why the road turns |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight And light your joints Inhale...slowly exhale And that's how you get high. (clip from Friday) I know you don't smoke weed... I know this But I'm gonna get you high today Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 8X]</i> (Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0 Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried away Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty stomachs Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 4X]</i> Green trees pack wood, make cabbage I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac Got a hottie in the front and one in the back Blowin shotguns to me and my homie I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti Hoes down south must know voodoo cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 5X]</i> Y'all high yet? Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 3X]</i> Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy Nigga I said are y'all high yet? Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy <i>[repeat 3X]</i> Oh, you think you trippin now huh? You thinkin you hearing voices nigga? Well, if you is then you high nigga, but if you ain't |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here [Master P] Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon when you see a thug like a G screamin' I smoke green with the reaper I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper just a young thug tryin' make it visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me forgive me for my weed and my hennessy young killers when I'm gone won't remember green and women be my past time live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas I got .45, nines, and gats cocked young homies bangin' corner signs on my block and the average age is twenty-five young homies don't even live to retire I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' [Silkk the Shocker] P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin' I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys its past my time to get high off green and swisher i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya one two I'm comin' for you three four I'm kickin' up in your door life it seems to be a bad dream scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' |
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