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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ??? So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep I don't bang cause that went out in '93 Still locin, blunted and smokin' Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me End up in Motel 6 in some booty Boots knockin', panties be droppin' Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin' Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin' And moanin'i'm humpin' Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin' Should I stay, ain't got no time to play Put my ??? by my t-shirt Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep [Master P] Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein' Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin' Is it real, if it's not just chill Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb 5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail 100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope Watch a young nigga flip this Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin' Underground King Pin, title dependant Master P or should I say Al Capone No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on Ain't no love, I thought I told ya Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call Cause when you fuckin' with us one You fuckin' with us all That's how we do it on the Westcoast Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope Chorus [Master P] Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas, Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina [Silkk] Man let me check this shit out Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P [Master P] Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows Kickin' it with bitches Could be your bitch if you a real G Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater We can hold court in the streets But if you my nigga little Rich Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350 Hold me 7 of 'em nigga I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoe You know how that go, every dog got they day Bitch you had 3 or 4 though No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die Everybody got it You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit Master P bout it be, audi five thousand 'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass Watch this, when the weed stop Then leave a mother |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man And if a fool live he have shit in his pants Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked [Chorus] 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive [Master P] Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few 23rd street, I'm posted in the cut Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??? Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin' Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen Niggas in the truck, with automatics 5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip three bullets to your head [Chorus] [Master P] Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette O.G. but it's time for me to put in work I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture ??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya Cause it's slaughter in the dope game Have you ever held the hands of a dead man It's serious G , I can't sleep though And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and that's real And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled [Chorus] |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them you know what I'm saying when you been hit by the bitch you know it was ment for your punk ass my nigga Ski whats up my nigga C whats up my nigga P whats up I'm read to tear shit up coming straight from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel floor with a front row hoe partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with let me tell you bout this little fool I know he was swift and fast, always on the go anybody was his target, just to let you know to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual he was all about peace, nothin more or less always headed for your head, to avoid the vest he was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame get in his way, you're shot on the spot cause he has no name CHORUS: 4x hollow tips in ya, bang! so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat cause bullets got no name cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga you got your name in my mouth I got to wash it with the millimeter 95 motherfuckers won't be playing bodies will be laying cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating run up and get the four-four open his chest with the full metal jacket and put that nigga to rest I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit my bullets have no name so your partners better scatter bitch so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row so think again if you think that you can handle get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi motherfuckers wanta do me but run up and get some slugs from a nigga you thought was your homie ain't no love in this town huh so you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh yea, who's the first to bust a cap I thought you knew nigga I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga you fuck around I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain keep your partnas out this shit this bullet has no name CHORUS 4x about yay short, about yay tall about so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll I represent, the town called the Rich where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch HK's pop, a young nigga drop 2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops cause ain't no love in this dope game young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine so when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news took out the game, I run the game of life cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank heroine and crack, and out to do ?????? and the music shit don't change cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game so what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga Infa Red and No Limit Records I mean some real niggas done hooked up, out to make some bucks off the record, on the record Master P can back it up E-40 said 1 Luv but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club and every fucking concert there's either some nigga, some bitch with a bloody red shirt or under the fuckin white sheet this shit won't change cause it'll happen again fuckin next week and these bullets aint gots no names and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne you got your gat, we got our gats and we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up to tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split especially when fucking with another niggas divendends I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson, Grant, Ben Franklins find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha the ghetto's trying to kill me and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me come take a ride in my 6-4 I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row you got niggas packin heat and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet and the game get thicker when you think its all good down bows another nigga to the grave 6 feet deep I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G but I've seen alot of niggas die Richmond, California the town of the homicide got me caught up in a shuffle sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle I'm too deep to quit cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open and on my stomach spells T-R-U that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew that jumped out this game of crack to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map and we aint takin no shorts independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22 I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece and them blue signs is thicker cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row committin homicides and drive-bys livin with ????? but still slanging that fuckin pie and got more bitches than you so what the fuck you runnin on my set talking that hoe shit fool and No Limit only means the beginning cause when the other niggas is fading we just beginning got more juice than ojay got more four than fourplay got more game than M.J. and like Cube say today will be a good day 25 G's for a key hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola and we bout to chop the top off this motherfuckin fire bird, ??????? oh, and them hoes is the side show and bustas gettin beat down niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned and we sicker than sickery tricker than trickery catch you slippin bitch than you history cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P and the game get deep how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green you gotta watch your ass and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast and watch close to your enemy cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G and the game gets sad 6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass trying to get that cash, trying to move fast but don't tell a nigga where your stash you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game to all my niggas out their in the game ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can (chorus plays as P talks) yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich know what I'm sayin all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco and all them hustlas thats rollin with me the TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000 got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
[Master P]
Hoe Games, Hoe Games Suckers with no game hate to see a young g stack a mil man [Master P] It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits I got ya buster you know I cant trust ya if you was a bitch you know I cant trust ya suckers tried to play the P like a fuckin clucker when im the dopeman go ask your brother ask st. charles hot to be bald suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo bitches didnt wanna ride when the P was in the pinto now I got a Lexus, took a trip to Texas the P done went big time and fools wanna wreck this its all legit, No Limit makes the hits but suckers wanna talk shit why, because im rich [Chorus] Players hate to see a player make a mil man if you ask me that aint nothin but some hoe games Hoe Games, Hoe Games Suckers with no game hate to see a young g stack a mil man [Silkk] niggaz play hoe and get fucked if hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up fool kinda mad cause I puts in work I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk now niggaz wanna play games bitch im quick to get em up fuck rap and fame still that g silkk riding on them thangs roll up a swish park my shit then hang nigga im always strapped, hoe I never skinny dip and for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip hate to see me clock a grip hate to see me get rich hate to see me pull a hoe hate to see me pull this bitch player haters need to keep them games in the arcade if I put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played A g to a g I mean a g to a hoe and you can come up to me in the 94' and get some more game and throw away the hoe shit and leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch [Chorus] [King George] niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes smile in my face up frony mout clothes now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers 911 only hoes got ya prepare for the battle, you get streched out I wont let it rest til its wire in your mouth you know who you are I wont say no names in vain cease with hoe games [Chorus] [C-Murder] now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit i see more and more niggaz get they wig plit i got cash but i aint got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass and move to another city brown nose bitches stay the fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass to the record store jealous motherfuckers running they mouth getting they nuts off i cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff take this advice before you talk behind my back cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked [Chorus] |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
Master P:
'73 Caddie with the top dropped Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot Who he was? I couldn't see But I knew one day that would be me Had more game than the average bro' And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though Straight killa, I mean for real 'a He kept his cash in the top of his brilla I mean his dime was tilt to the side And when he walked on the turf it was swowl, I mean smooth Striaght fool, got more bitches than Payless got shoes (Damn) I guess I got my game from an OG It's the 90's and everybody know P Independent but can't be stopped But how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top Cause I'm TRU to this No Limit, my click we ain't new to this King George, Young Silkk, and Cali G Big Ed, C-Murder, and Master P Gettin' paid in the rap game Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man) Just a player with some game man Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man Simply Dre': If it don't make dollars, don't make sense I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends If it don't make dollars don't make sense I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends Master P: Tryin' to get it Got to get it Got to have it Might steal it Might take it Got to have it Got to grab it Let me have it Simply Dre': I'm just a playa with some game, oh? Master P (Silkk the Shocker): A G to the heart out to get a grip (But Silkk has got your back in case y'all just might slip) Come one come all, that's how we ball (So hop in your ride and I'll meet you at the Playa's ball) That's how we roll (Easy come, easy go) Don't have your pass (Then y'all won't be gettin' in the door) See it's a playa's thing (And it's a G thing) And we gon' party all night, and drink champagne (Don't need no carriage) Straight savage (You know us playas in the bay, you know we livin' lavish) Parlayin', Not playin', East Bay hustlers getting' paid for what we sayin' Were movin' young flakes up to the street Across the world, ship for SMG Down South, to the East Coast, from the West Coast to rich and million people OG's puttin' in work Like some brand new panties under Halle Barry's mini-skirt Still hoo-ride, with that gangsta beat Short Spice got theirs I want mines G Still got love for my folks Lil' Ric, E-A-Ski, and Sonya C Big Worm, Young Ric, B-Boy, Mac Spoon, my whole click OG's gotta come fat Put the town on the map The whole Richmond got my back Just some playa with some game man Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man Simply Dre': If it don't make dollars don't make sense I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends If it don't make dollars don't make sense I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends Master P: Got to get it Got to have it Might steal it Got to take Got to grab it Cause you know I've got to have it Simply Dre': He's just a playa with some game Talkin' 'bout Master P Master P: A real playa gone, put to rest KV ain't too cool to wear a vest Playa haters, caught 'em on the back street Before he left me, this is what he said G King George: Check this out youngster The game is only thick as you want it to be Playas don't die, we multiply There's a million playas around the world ??? only playa haters fall off You see what I'm sayin'? (I see what ya sayin' man) Simply Dre': You better listen Master P: Draped in gold (Gold) Rollin' fo's (Fo's) Caught light song as we roll to his funeral (To his funeral) It's a sad day, but we alright (Alright) Lexus coupe, Benz's, Roll's tight Candy paint with the gold thang shinin' Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds Like they say, all good things to an end Cause in the game you either die or go to the pen But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball) A big party in the sky waiting for us all So at the funeral, we don't cry Just talk to the younger players and hope that they realize Simply Dre': Ya gotta keep your game tight, if ya wanna be a playa If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (No, no) If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (No, no) And ya heard it from a playa with some game (Uh-huh) I'm just a playa with some game |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream now the spots hot, here come the cops the ??????????, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man eyes red, dank to the head I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead Henace with a dab of that gin and juice Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof so we can remenisce to all the niggas missed and when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt and every nigga in they momma done did dirt or formed a gang, or even ganged banged or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang cause where I'm from you got to watch your back cause every nigga in the town got a gat and these hoes, you can't love em even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat but mind your own motherfucker and it's like that rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through the cuts dippin down the alleys of killa Cali Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone I like to chill out, hang out cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses but everybody head turn when the coup passes Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood this nigga, I am one quick to use that A-K gun on a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone 2 to the dome will do your ass home huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good we need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement that's how it is on the first of every month sippin gin, and toking off of blunts gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why young G's from the hood trying to get by rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood when I'm rollin through my hood I see alot of factors, alot of actors but since the money's low, I see alot of jackers but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre and what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch but it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip 14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood ???? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree it's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust it be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up in this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up I seen this bitches, these niggas these niggas all the same it's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away where I got my shit hid away in the cut A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks about to hit the track to come up on some scraps hit the block sideways, perking, trippin swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight all night long nigga's hustle for paper 24-7 nigga's stay on the caper gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow you see it's still going down motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town the silent sound never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game straight passed away and as well as we all know it's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty now when I roll through my spot i see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood (in the hood, in the hood) like that, check it out fool it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang and if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through my hood |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone And I don't even even think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus: I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side-to-side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side-to-side It might be you The next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3 Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights on And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved His family cryin', but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel 'Till somebody in your family dies Chorus |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone And I don't even even think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus: I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side-to-side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side-to-side It might be you The next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3 Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights on And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved His family cryin', but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel 'Till somebody in your family dies Chorus |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff
yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this out Cali got that good ass weed, that good ass weed, that good ass weed them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed that¹s why Im on my way to the Northside Im so toke I guess Im gone of that green sticky just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies from walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire thats when I know I¹ve got 10 dollars on some fire If you can do this muthaphukka lets get a twenty fuck white zig zags I need some brown stickys I mean that swisha go good with that dank niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like they smokin crank but we not we gettin higha than fire but I won¹t stop smokin dank till I retire I wonder do they have dank up in heaven and if they do I¹ll prolly do a muthaphukkin 211 (Me too) for a bag of that green sticky Up in heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky I¹m not Dre, but I don¹t want nuttin but chronic this dank keep me comin back like Im hooked on phonics what ever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank Lets meet my homie that fool got hella weed he sells like spanish fly makes bitches get on their knees hoes be suckin dick fo that green sticky like this bitch named Michelle and my partner Ricky fo a half a joint that bitch got toasted drama in motel 6 gettin roasted legs all open drawers under the bed she didnt know where she was at (where you at girl) my little potnah was hittin it in her mouth into her throat Hoes be smokin that dank to keep their nerves calm I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek that¹s how we do it every day of the week I don¹t sleep but at night I get the munchies and afta I eat I be back smokin them green crunchies chorus x6 yeah uhhh inhale lets go half on a bag of dank I mean that green sticky and how you do it when you blowin? you inhale |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err The Ice Cream Man (Are you ready for this) It's bad like my high (Are you ready for this) ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U We TRU, ugh, ugh Time to go to war, ugh [Master P] I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you cluckers On you niggas that sick cause we sicker Niggas slangin' flickers I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks But y'all niggas don't know that I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck Break ya neck, hustle on ya check Get cho' get cho' neck broke Fuckin' field cats and chat No Limit nigga, real nigga, who Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread Nappy head, put chu' in a grave Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha Nigga a quarter, of water But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets I'm killin' murder, the lunatic Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks Before I leave this truck Got these killers watchin' me Niggas not pockin' me V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage Meet me in the French Quarter I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers And they bout it, niggas we rowdy Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow [Hook] [Master P] Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga No Limit on my back, back But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs Niggas think we slangin' dubs Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi Run and duck nigga you fried Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside The projects from uptown to downtown To across the river Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone And if you come sick you stupid Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit Up but nigga you better duck nigga Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River [Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs] |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Featuring Silkk The Shocker]
Silkk Wassup fool? Silkk We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk Time to take two in your fuckin' back Master P Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch Master P Bout that drama Master P No Limit [Silkk] Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit I run with TRU I gives a fuck about who you run with Bitch we run this shit Nigga it be No Limit for life Across my stomach Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money Got it for fifteen g's or more I ain't stretchen out upon the floor I want that cash in that bag Then Im'a dash I want that cash, and that dope It ain't no luv in this bitch I got a slug for a trick It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich Gotta break 'em off the plastic Have them face down closed casket You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me Nigga wassup? (Murder) Fool Gettin' high up off that indo Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low Cock with a glock Pop once to them low Nigga fade me Think I'm crazy? Nigga, I do this shit daily I'm bout that drama [Master P chorus] I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama No Limit niggas ready to kill We bout that drama We bout that drama bitch No Limit niggas are bout that drama That drama drama We bout that drama Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas [Silkk] Bitch I been about that drama Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop My bullets ain't got no name and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart Freeze You niggas better duck I'm quick as fuck Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass I gives a fuck bitch Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this nigga don't need to run though Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch With this gat 1-1-0 Nigga watch straight street sweeper Watchin' the block and the glock cock Nigga, boz with that shot your dome It be known I'm from the southside Bitch you thought wrong, I stick and move with this pistol grip I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone Call 9-1-1 But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7 Stretched out on the stretcher Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence I represent I bet you I get dead presidents Before I die I'm bust more fly For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion. *Master P chorus and talking* |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
(Master P)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope Time to break these hoes off somethin' Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K Done hooked up with Master P We about to bring this shit across the border Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers We get rowdy I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater) Y'all can't fade us Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle I'm from the projects where we all think alike though And killing ain't nothing but a hobby Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo Got amphetamines for them dope fiends Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans But blowing up like B-12 Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell The murder capital of the world Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl And if you come stunting on them gold thangs I'm a have to break you off somethin' (hook) Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3) (Pimp C) Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64' I'm bout to pull a kickdoe I need mo money money mo money money Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin' Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin' hook (Bun B.) We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover Just when you thought it was the beginning You bitch, now its over You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D They getting somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P Sipping on Gin and Kiwi Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya' Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla' Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs Probably for jaw jacking and jumping Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga |
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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 - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Before you jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream you got to make sure it's good Mr. Ice Cream Man. Mr. Ice Cream Man. [4X] Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's A pocket full of stones, 3 G's & tryin' to lose these hoes & the task comin' sick 'cause it's the first of the month Fiends on my pager like I'm try to take these fools to lunch Goin' crazy in the ghetto try to kill me My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me I pack a D 'cause I'm paranoid at night time Brother be pullin' jack, I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhyme & still gotta watch my back in the hood G Like Spice 1 said those fools livin' like movies Little kids get 'about it I mean my hood is rowdy. I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up & out it. Before you jump in the game le't's get one thing understood If you sellin' that ice cream you got to make sure it's good. Mr. Ice Cream Man. Mr. Ice Cream Man. [4X] Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me & my little brother Silkk we be ballin' Got this thing sewed up from Texas to New Orleans & cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket Break fiends on boulders I means Al soda Duckin' the task & try to hide from the rollers & hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU click we true to this TRU 2 the G A M E fools we ain't new to this & in the hood I got ice cream cones & if fiends want a lick nothin' for free that gonna cost you 20 bones For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor Mr. I C E M A N is on the scene You better have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream. Mr. Ice Cream Man. Mr. Ice Cream Man. [4X] Before you jump in the game let's get one thing understood If you sellin' that ice cream you got's to make sure it's good. Now let's see who owes me cash I gots to go to grind & gets mine Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators Try to scheme off the top, but they be like player haters I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I'm maxin' glocks You can come & check my grip you can come & check this But I'm on that triple gold 9 thiller lexus Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream. Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood If you sellin' that ice cream you got's to make sure it's good. Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P the Ice Cream Man. Y'all fools better recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man. |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this (Yeah G) But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents Niggas thats in sports All this type of shit as heroes They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me.. [Master P] Air Jordan aint no motherfuckin hero G My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl And party like it aint nothin But most of my homies they done died over drug money Like Bizzy Bob and Sam Skutty but I still love em Air full of motherfucker and I still wanna hug em Big Dave, my nigga gone to the battle field Dandon and Levi, damn guard ya grill Cuz where ya goin you gotta watch your back Judge, god damn another nigga didnt make it back (Mr.C) My lil brother Kevin Miller rest in peace Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard Big Pepper, God damn what yall thinkin about They gone, I mean they soldiers But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo Randy,Sir Pat, God damn They got bigger, the list go longer I could start from New Orleans and go back to California To lil Tony,to dime P Seritz,Burnell,can't believe That he's gone, the Scarface Dank,Loot,and Meathead And what about Kenny Sep And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep And my other heroes still livin But they locked up behind bars, caught up in some pigeons Like my lil cousin Jimmy,lil Horgel Randall,Marlow,Pee Wee damn Another mission complete Took off the streets locked up by the police Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe Pac, jinte, the gats go pow But my homies got caught up Even though they had no way out the ghetto but the come up Off the streets in the hood money Thats why my heroes live for drug money [Chorus x4] My Ghetto Heroes I watched em live fast, I watched em die slow [Skull Duggery] What you mean I need a hero A hero is a zero to me The only hero that I know is them niggas in my hood G They gave me the game so I enhanced the gat Than I took the game, and ripped it out the frame I tried and told ya A hero can't be ya lucky rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover It all be a myth in ya mind A hero aint about shit if they aint about dying You know who was a hero to me that nigga MoXs on the Howard J G [Master P] And yall other niggas thats still livin That wanna be a hero but can't be givin Yo life up for these streets But this goin out to my homies out there slangin D That still hustlin in the game tryin to make it But yall niggas better realize you cant fake it You either in or out aint no halfway in Cuz when you die in the end you go to the pen And its realer than you real niggas feel me This for my niggas that are heroes in my hood G |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Check this out playas
All y'all gangster niggas Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game) Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here We live an eye for an eye You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners And you dead ain't no love on my spot Me and my partners pushing rocks Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me My little homie on the ground crying I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out) He never had a chance to see his life glow And he never had a chance to see his wife bro And his little kid is only 8 It ain't about me or you motherfucker You gone peep defeat off the tree Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one Send him to the moon Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken But never even seen a bird They die for that cain and that weed and they water And they to fucking high, to see the enemy Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me Your best friend will kill you I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects Where they peel your caps like bananas Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners But they can't stop the murders Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers Cause everybody study capping in this Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan You'd better pack a piece nigga And welcome to the never ending game The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets Cause the ghetto ain't no joke Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked Welcome to the never ending game Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets And the ghetto ain't no joke Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked And momma pray it ain't me But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese I be making mail like the mailman This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream) Through the hood of the projects Its fiends walking up for bubble ups You think I'm bout to reject When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga I ain't living like no dummy If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why Will I retire and give it up realize Thats this my only mission of money But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny But I got to feed the family Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G And I have to hurt shit Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work Lay him down, and punch in your time card Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous) Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit Off the rack, ain't no trap Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats Through the projects and walky-talkies Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark Like dogs, watch a nigga hard And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins And the white folks can't stop this And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks Getting paid cause I'm major And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
-This goes out to my best friend
-My partner -The only person I can trust in this world -This for you mom Momma, this is one thing I still can't realize How you been so strong when my brother died You done kept the family together tight Thinkin about how we gone get throght this sorrow night This is crazy, I can't sleep nope Even though i got revenge written across my throat Five kids and you done lost one Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G Cause the ghetto got me pressured Will I die sellin dope, or would I sell a million records Ohh momma won't you feel me Even though Ms. ?? said somebody tried to kill P And you know your boy's sellin dope But all you say is watch yo back Cause you don't want to see me go Chorus: (Repeat 2X) Momma I don't wanna see you cry No more tears Cause I'm deep in the game Sellin much cocaine Momma how you be so strong Even tough the ATF, done kicked down your home And ran right through and got me But you still came to see me And said that you love me And I know that you real though Cause when I got out, you's the first one at the door Knowing that your boy turned into a man But you done tripped cause I still understand That I'm trying to make some money And if I die in this game, I guess that won't be funny But you still on my side cause you a soldier You the only friend I got and ma I told ya One day I'ma change G Even though the ghetto's crazy, think about your baby If I make it out this dope game I know that life won't be the same, momma I gone make a change Chorus: |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Verse 1: [Master P] I'm in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream 72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's For all you niggas that smokes I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer From the southside of Richmond, California Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya You better break North or South, before we take you out Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crackhouse Lay down on the floor bitch break me off Before you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-off I'm goin crazy, Indonesia Blowin' up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro Chorus: [Mo B. Dick] Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money [Verse 2] Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert eagle candy cane switches thats how us G's roll Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay Seen Tina from the town layed her that's a dizzay The side show was jumpin' (bumpin') Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin' And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep My little homies from Oakland got chased by the police And these hoes wanna kick it I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket And tonight I'ma page her My niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade ya When your ballin they jealous they hatin' I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytons And they bitches started lookin at me Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy Get more hoes than freak show Ask your bitch, nigga she know But ya'll can't fade us Cause No Limit niggas come harder than the Raiders I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump What you see motherfucker is what you saw Cause ain't no stoppin' No Limit TRU and Master P it's only the beginning And we in it to win it like a roitweiler I won't stop fool I already made a million dollars And I'm up and outtie on a comeback Tryin' to get a fuckin' million in big stacks Chorus: [Mo B. Dick] Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money [Mo B. Dick] Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit [Master P talking] Say wassup to all y'all players out there Ice cream is trickin' us In case y'all wondering what ice cream is It's anything that you can make profit off of I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper that's ice cream anything you can make some dizzolars off of ya heard me?, remember that players |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be. Things ain't what they used to be. Verse 1: [Master P] I remember back in the days it wasn't like that Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that We used to stand on the corners and drink brew Now days you gotta duck when they drive through Cause they blastin', life is like plastic But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket Is it you, me, or her or she or he? who would live to see the long age of 23? Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit Now you a victim of society another statistic I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby Chorus: [Master P & Mo. B Dick] Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Verse 2: [Master P] Watch you back in the ghetto black Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat Back in the day, I thought we was a family My little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterback I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me Started tweakin said that she needed crack Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag But they kill over that blue and red rag Chorus: Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Verse 3: [Master P] I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell I try to be legit and start my own company 'Till these sucker want to bump into P They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do How could another person tell you what to do I could tell you to rob or steal or kill Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill For being the first person on this little earth Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth And who would be the next victim to lose his life And who would be the next one to make a life But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid So one day they can grow up and make it big But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease Cause y'all know we livin in the last days G Chorus: Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream Came short on the gizzo ?? hit the window, gacks out your window I'm goin crazy Niggas can't fase me If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies This your final call, I mean your final breath And when I hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my money P don't take no shit Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7 Tryin to get paid And lose these hoes in the dope game Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man Hustler, baller put you in the ?? and call 911 in your pager And haul you And when you call back you dead bitch You bust up my Chevy now Mr. who you playin with Its time to face death Last fall, last dash, your last jump I'm a let you live, psyche Chorus: Its time for a 187 I think I see the enemy A 187 I think I see the enemy This will be your last drink Lets make it a Bloody Mary Just did a hoot ride Meaning a homicide Did a drive-by fuckin them from the southside To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken When we break you off that 44 Face down cause its danger Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber I mean we Gs Who you be, what set you with Nigga do you know me If you don't than you dead Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed And ain't no bitch in my hood cause I'm TRU See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach Eyes ?? up all night countin drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party, once again its on G Chorus: I'm gone off that douja I think I see a roader That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off your shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you fuck with mine's you gotta die And your name get scratched off the wall bitch There you go, just took a fall trick If them No Limit tanks don't hit Than them gacks start spittin You better run like the running man But if you ain't Schwarzenetger, bitch this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared I when I catch you, you murder Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got your head weaving and waddling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright Chorus: |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Chorus x 4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man get that Mack-11 It's time for some drama Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma Gone off that powda and slippin' that 4 I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy Girl you ain't got my cash You won't see your baby Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bumble up Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up 50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue num but when I walk on the set Bitch I'm gonna leave you dumb Break me off my cash I ain't takin' no shorts I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead I'm ready to kill bitch I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with I'm kickin' doors down Tryna' get my money Leavin' fiends on the ground Face down like dummies You better have the cash or your ass in the body bag Killa murda muthafucka I ain't runnin' from the tads Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit Call me the black rambo Cuz I don't give a fuck And just like my boy said Yo ass got plucked You shoulda came right with my money You started smokin' That's why I had to break you off some tokens So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D [Chorus x 4] [Verse 2] Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake I played it off like it was fuckin good G That's when I told my man Hit 'em with the oozi! That's it 1-2-times rat a tatta One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater But I ain't even trippin' Gotta show them I ain't fakin' Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon I started counting my dope Everything was cool black Headed to the front Got them fiends walkin' in the back I ain't even trippin' Ain't no time to serve these fiends I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear view Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas That's when I see two robbers on my ass Played it all cold Told B to get that pistol Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power They call me Nino Brown Or fuckin' Frank Nitty But if you come up short There's gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Master P]
Check this out playa. These niggas be quick to check another playa ya know what I'm sayin? But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin with? That bitch that they be buying all that jewelry for and gettin they hair fixed. That's goin be that bitch that's gonna get em killed if they don't watch what they doin. Ya know what I'm sayin? See what I'm sayin though. You gotta watch these old cornroll head bitches man. [Mo B. Dick] Chorus Fools PH'in, rollin on Dayton's, but you better watch dees hoes x2 [Master P] (Some of these hoes jack) Wendy look cool but this is a bad move Jump in your Benz and pick up another dude Ain't that some shit G That bitch say she loves you now she loves me And the game get wicked She only fuckin with a nigga cause you slangin chicken And if you was broke then you would know That bitch only hangin with a nigga cause he slang dough And wipe off that develish grin Cause when you dead and gone she'll be fuckin your best friend Now that's kinda hectic Make me wanna pop a bitch neck and move back to Texas [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Silkk] Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who Now um what, a nigga like me TRU so I don't play that game that you hoes play But I won't stay where you stay Now this be the time where the 9 be like buckin I gots no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin Fuck what, these hoes be like scandelous, I don't understand it Niggas be riding by my SEL, some of these hoes be like man it When Silkk be at the crib countin my stack up Bangin my sack up, you hoes better back up before I leave you jacked up [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Mr. Serv-On] Do you see what I see Along with Silkk and P Do you know what I know Definately not click clack goes that glock I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots Once I hit that G spot, you know I'm long like some stretch pots I ain't trippin if some hoes look like Robin Givens I'm shootin a three to the grill like Scottie Pippen Hell yeah I'm trippin My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend We can fuck till the end and when the morning comes If you flakin bitch I'm a leave your whole fuckin body shaking [Master P] Damn, yall niggas better be watchin these old bitches that be tryin to get a nigga for cabbage and cornbread. [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Tre-8] Now since I'm gettin paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me Claimin that they pregnant and them hoes just met me I hate to bust your bubble and I hope your not emberrassed But I only fucked you once so why you talkin bout marriage I only hit and run bitch I'm too young to chill And I never say I love ya cause I know it ain't for real So chill with that dumb shit cause I'm the one that run shit And I ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with Dumb bitch I guess you figure I'm a pimp right So don't playa hate me, bitches get your shit tight [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 |
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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 - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
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 (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped (Uh) wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be Twistin' on some green spinach And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver Push the glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me Thinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood And you know they can't catch me And if you see me chilling you can stop me But I keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be This is for the playas Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, nigga Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa play on I can't hate you homie |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
[Featuring Mystikal Fiend Silkk The Shocker]
Intro: [Master P] Are you ready to boldly go where no family has gone before? The Ghetto Enterprise has landed. Captain Kirk has arrived I repeat Captain Kirk has arrived. Women if you're lucky Captain Kirk will save you and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me? Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!] 1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend] Master P: Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper, but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' captain? All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank, I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank. I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees, No Limit niggas don't say hoes, ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze... Fiend: Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk. kepta smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin', come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage. Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act, and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back. On top of that, the bitch fat!!! Makin' a career off this nigga, and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga, go figga, all she wanted was that man to change, but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I want to have yo baby. Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch. Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit. I bought her lunch the first time, but see there trick that's nuthin' but game, I hit it one time and they be callin' back, talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?". And she had the nerve to tell me, if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless, I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick, then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose. Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind, I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs. Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try to fuck. Take the game from this show bug, 'cause Silkk ain't no love. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I take'em back and get the most love. And ain't no beam'em up Scotty, ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work. It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze), all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig, bring yo' Bebe kids 'cause the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in approximately five minutes. Chorus Verse Three: [Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!! my mama done got me bent. What the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with?, and where the fuck I went? Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD, if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus 'cause you quick with that pleasure. You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride, I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL. I can't seem to satisfy you, bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!! her rent ain't paid, but she got her hair done, this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do, give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through. Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin' behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got trampled like that 'cause that ass whoopin' been due. It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard, for me and the rest of my niggas. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work, This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk, NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus Outro: -Girl Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids, even though they ain't from you, baby my kids love you. Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV, I know you pay the rent. Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year, baby we need a brand new car boo, six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12. Oh I took that extra checkbook, I need my... hair, nails, toes did, I want a brand new house, a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Also a jar of pickles, and Ice Cream. I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners. [Master P] Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds, four, three, two, one. [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all
fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what <i>[Master P]</i> Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy P don't take no shit from no suckas but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers If you want something come and get something <i>[2x]</i> <i>[C-Murder]</i> I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up cuz money and murder is the code that I live by come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's} I wanna put em in a hearse they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some If you want something come and get somethin <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Prime Suspects]</i> Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low how you figure that you can come kick in my door fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin no talkin in this jack move be cool while C pet you crime is the way in these days niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine If you want something come and get something <i>[3x fade]</i> |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
[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 (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
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 (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[water bubbling]</i>
<i>[voice in background repeating "make crack like this"]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers ("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this") <i>[Master P]</i> Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records ("Ma ma ma make crack like this") Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha <i>[C-Murder]</i> Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss) Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powder is crack Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked <i>[Chorus: repeat all 4X]</i> Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla K) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C ?? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas guts They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I made crack like this <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G 5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs. I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs. I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette And these G's on the streets, enemies, They'll take your life for a hundred see's I mean a hundred dollars or less The game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest And now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby Never had a chance when I was 5 Nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen Pull the clip off a 30 round magazine Taught me how to deal with a triple beam And ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends I got the game in the bag that's so big Nigga see my nuts it's like two figs Swoll to the fullest, In my heart to my vein, pump nickel plated bullets And this ghetto got me stressed (stressed), 'cause niggas that you know (bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest. I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I hit that nigga with a are-15, do it clean Back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean Bulletproof vest, Smith and Wess For enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction I'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson. Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck. I holds my own like I'm pissin' Beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen They tryed to set me up, why did they push me? Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy Rap me up between the sheets Nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat. I shot the hoe who set me up I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though Cause before I left, I hit the set and took all the dope I'm going thorugh some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs So if it seem, point the beam Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream Lean my body if they could, And wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest But if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me? She know these streets got me crazy I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change, To stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein. Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go? And if I do, someone please close my eyes When I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor That's why I never trust a bitch Cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip Ready to knock ya head off for that paper Always down for a caper, Mr. S-E-R-V I'm going through some thangs, lord help me I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs Going through somethings, ya heard me? I done made it out the ghetto And every nigga that I know, that still there Think I owe them something And every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me Or wanted to be, wanna be just like me They think I owe them something Every bitch I stopped fucking with, Thank I owe them something Know what I'm sayin'? Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car Nigga can't even walk though the streets Without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some I got mine, and you can get yours Motherfuckers in my family, They think a nigga just got boo-coo money, Just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker That don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker Be a real motherfucker, be a true nigga, get ya own Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore Without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood You must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads But I'm bigger than that nigga I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
Til all this black on black crime stop. Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know, When it's gon be yo time. <i>[Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell]</i> Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout All my homies passed away (uuunnnggghhh!) Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold That's how me and my boys rolled How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me My best friend's gone And I'm so all alone I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday <i>[Master P]</i> I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in the dirt The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin Ya little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight But today's a sad day to see the t-shirt with ya face From the cradle to the grave, from the streets we used to fall In the park you liked to ball, put yo name upon the wall In the projects you's a legend on the street you was a star But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in that black car A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done cried You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to retire Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain Some Gs never change, damn they killed you for some change Smile for my homie Kevin Miller my boy Randall The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals Take a minute to smile for the dead (uuunnnggghhh!) Smile for the dead (RIP 2Pac, Makaveli) All my homies who done made it to the crossroads (Biggie Smalls) <i>[Sons, Mo B. O'dell]</i> How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me (It's like I can't believe you gone) My best friend's gone (Sometimes I feel like I can't go on) And I'm so all alone (Everytime I see something you done left I really miss my homies (It just remind me, more and more of you, dawg) Even though they gone away (I just keep reminiscin) I know you in a better place (Cause I know you alright) And I hope to see ya soon someday (And I keep smilin, knowin I'm a see you in the crossroads) <i>[Pimp C]</i> We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys But I'd give up all that bullshit if I could get back my boy Off in the club smokin weed til 3, hollerin at the hoes Spendin $4000 on me on gators and clothes When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game Nigga told me, "C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo thang" I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs For all the niggas in the game that be sellin keys I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone <i>[Sons, Mo B. O'dell]</i> Even though you gone away (Even though you gone, you ain't never gon be forgotten) I know you in a better place (Cause as long as I'm here You gon live through me and other TRU playas) I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday <i>[Silkk]</i> I'm just sittin here dazed thinkin bout all the times we had Thinkin the past, some was good and some was bad Remember Dante? It was a group of us, just a group of five Now three dead, one in jail, it seem right now I'm the only one alive To all my soldiers before me, may ya'll rest in peace When He took three, took my soul, just the bodies He at the crossroads guide us out to the rest of me Wishin I could rewind time like demos Me and you gettin girls, writin down numbers like memos Makin million dollar bets, makin all our money stretch like limos Even though I smile, it's sad, but they say gangstas can't cry But if I close my eyes and visualize me together Then I suddenly wanna smile To see you laid down when it's yo time, when your time was up You never seen your child, but he's here to remind us Even though you was wrong, I never could belive that that was true You was with me forever, you could check my rest in peace tattoos See me and C and P forever gon be ridin and thuggin Rest in peace to all the ones that didn't make it And rest in peace to my brother We gon miss you (I love these fools) I know you in a better place (Every time I get on my knees) And I hope to see ya soon someday (I pray for you, I'm glad you in a better place I hope I see ya soon, ain't no more killin Ain't no more fights, and ain't no more tears) |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
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 - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
[Featuring Fiend Silkk Mia X Mystikal]
(phone dialing phone ringing) No Limit Studios. What's up? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga this Rappin 4 tay. Who is this? Uh dis P! P? Yeah this P! P? Yeah! Well P lemme hear ya say "Ungh!" (voice cracking) Ungh! Nigga this ain't no muthafuckin P! Man hang the phone up. Chorus: Make em say "Ungh!" (Ungh!) N nah n nah! (n nah n nah!) [Master P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank Ya'll after big thangs, we after big banks 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong Nigga, I'm knockin out some teeth I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas Steppin on toes, brakin niggas nose In the projects, nigga, anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier At ease, and salute this pass me the dolja Chorus (3X) [Fiend] Fiend exercising his right of exorcism Bustin out the expedition, fully choppin hatas Business til about the size of prisons, our mission They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank dawgs salute! Every robbery we score, cause they know Everything Fiend know, mean mo money mo Little Fiend still want the greens The cornbread and the cabbage In your hood remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon stick em My ungh went twice (ungh, ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2X) P gon make ya say Uuunnnggghhh! I'm a make ya say Ahhh! I'm not Eric B., but garauanteed to move this motherfuckin crowd I stay on like light switches, money cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas They want to know if I gangbang Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas So when we connect bitch Better respect this, I step quick Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence You might be right Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin To get that muthafucka to start fightin Bitch, bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me Be Gs knockin niggas out ??? off 3-D Peep D, the game that I spit No Limit soldier cross my back I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas I betcha I'll make ya stay back Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We capitolize and monopolize on everything we see Keep pistols drawed and cocked We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots that we got on billboards The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama Mia The unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away So stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Hi i'm that nigga that rappers look up to If they want to know how to do it It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka With the braids in his hair Used to live on Tchopitoulus I done paid my dues, but still playin the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You can't stop me, so, bitch, don't try We TRU soldiers, and we don't die We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah All aboard, it's like a band inside The group going hallelujah Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Little bitch sayin he there, we there, be where? see there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n-nah Chorus and fade |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Master P]</i>
(Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) <i>[4X]</i> When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though I been out here hustling trying to get dough Got da game in my vein won't change little homies on the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would I die, would I roll, would i retire young, would a nigga get paid be the out come its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall i'm out here tryin to make me a little change stuck in this muthafuckin dope game would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes would a young nigga see P on the news I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled say its mafia damn what a bad deal so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat grab my gat kill off my enemies I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me niggas want P they better come and get me I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme its gonna either be your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) <i>[4X]</i> Niggas Die to make covers of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me Not fearing death, just not ready yet two stones to my brother, may his soul rest retaliation is a must fool (huh) some niggas don't play by no fucking rules in this game get so deep so we gotta ride Mama don't trip, don't even cry when its my time to go then I gotta leave but while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin trying figure out if they up there ballin My young niggas getting paid left da earth goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt church bells rangin hoes sangin my nigga's up there for gang bangin slangin dope, pushin cocalies got me stressin down on my knees its a risky life wit a fast pace but where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) <i>[4X]</i> <i>[Sons of Funk]</i> I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven will I see my friends or will i go to hell only time will tell <i>[Mac]</i> Head first in this world with my eyes impeel unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real will i survive or will the cold streets shake me will them niggas break me before the lord take me out this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come trapped in a double face not a place to run get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit I stuck with this rough shit screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace and now they tryin make waste of my face but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred i couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste cemetary gates all black suits and limos family tears and flowers no more shows and videos after parties hoes come to a cease young thug caught one slug rest in peace (Ughhhhh) (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
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 (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
-Check this out uhhhh
-I mean -you ever had one of them gangsta relationships -I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote [Chorus] I can be your nigga He can be you man You don't have to leave him Everybody need a back-up plan [Master P] Jump in my 97 Hummer and riside You be Ms Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde Together we be catchin g's Flipping keys, smokin weed It's all about you and me Causing major pain on this dope game You be Halle Berry I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans In charge like the Lakers You got your pink 380 I got my black nine for the haters My homies call you that nigga But you my bitch Since we banging, I guess we one click You be that nigga that I drink with And you don't even trip if i was to let a freak kiss You give me rubbers so I can stay strapped You say you can't catch no fucking rat Without a mouse trap So we be kicking it like g's Its a drought, but you got a connect on some keys You roll up the ?? and drink 40s' You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party We walk past security cause you got the strap And when my homies see ya You the only female they give dap You the only nigga that I'll kiss Make love to and still do some gangsta shit with Like Menace to Society we kick it I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms Jada Pinkett [Chorus x4] [Mia X] I lays back and chill Why you ills with the hotties I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi Yo lady Gotti Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal Be riding ghetto thrills But still the bitch behind the trigger The bitch about her scrilla The bitch to smack her nigga If the tone faintly rises in his voice The choice is mine When it comes to haters living or dying Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby The unlady like mistress Be all about illicit business Bitches witness us together looking tenderly But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers Bounce on the dick and help me pull off a mean caper That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care Other hoes get x'd out in what we share yeah I give you rubbers for your friends for show Take me shopping tomorrow Short change them hoes Save them 3 more nuts for me Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body Take me off to Jamaica Then take your wifey to (aloha) Hawaii I don't mind being number 2 You keep more ice on my hands and wrists Than an ink blue And if it all falls through you still got me Yout true bitch nigga down to hustle From plan B [Mia X] Like that nigga [Master P] Like that nigga [Mia X] But only if you bout it Master P: Only if you bout it [Mia X] I can be your mistress You can keep your wifey I understand I'm all good with this back-up plan [Chorus] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay stop all the hatin I can't take it no more Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for <i>[Verse 1: Master P]</i> Pop the lock on the benz with the keys To high to see his own enemies his baby mama with him in a short skirt his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse his friend took his life for the mighty dollar then ran through the alley must have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner cause haters be all up on me tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed set you up for a caper dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got cause haters be the same niggas on the spot <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Master P]</i> How do hatin get started? It started by the jealous people and they get mad over the things you have and the things they'll never have Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix I heard you spreading rumors Im really not impressed I tell you only one time with my scrilla fool dont mess <i>[Verse 3: Fiend]</i> I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards non-packers I'm strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast I put that on some cash I'm standing last for some ass yall young crazed punks are trippin dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ?? I'm admitting that I'm not only on the thwat but I know i got stopped on tha ?? and its understood that I'm not one of the best niggas that ever lived but I got some advice to give and that is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 4: Silkk]</i> I wonder why they hatin for? Probably cause we got G's, mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys But really I cant fade them Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time I know most of my niggas can feel me when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something dont worry about how i got mines always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine. and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G's they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back but I just cant call it or catch but i still got G's and Im still ballin <i>[Chorus till fade]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer Wassup Underwood California we cant lose wassup to all my boys in Richmond all my boys in the Caliope all my boys locked down in jail this Master P No Limit Records (Wassup Big Boz) DaLastDon (Wassup Mean Green) We Cant Be Stopped I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas even though you still hate you cant stop playas (Beats by the Pound) Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas (Wassup to my little brother Silkk) Texas (C Murder) Atlanta (Wassup Fiend) Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon) Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama (Wassup to Big Mama Mia X) all them playas out there California (Mr. Serv On) East Coast (Sonya C) Mid West, Down South and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand (Wassup Foxy Brown) Yeah we did that Party don't stop ah ha Playas lookin up baby |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Chorus: Master P (4X)]</i>
Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy And I got more sealers than JC Pennies Throw it up if you a soldier But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's Not every nigga in the hood knows me Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a represent my hood till I die And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P A ghetto nigga, live and made history Aint no mugging, just thugs with me Aint no hugging, aint no loving P These ghetto heroes is dead and gone That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games Nickel plated meters knocking down doors With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's So watch your back when you hustling crack Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real And only cars get brand new grills <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kane & Abel]</i> Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack We killing with tatooes our guns and balls The car with the tek-nine in my droor Went from selling double up's to going double platimum For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers <i>[Master P]</i> No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used ?????????? straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Master P]</i>
The game of life did change the old dope game is now called the rap game in other words you can't trust nobody money's the root of all evil I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed young nigga fourteen doing death row look in the eyes of some killers drug dealers from the projects young niggas pulling hits in the ghetto to make change that cop nigga blasting on other game young villians in the ghetto starving henicy and green with a young nigga balling pull the plug if they shot me just die every nigga and bitch that tried to stop me just a young nigga tryin make skrilla learnin double it up with the killas and the drug dealers (Ugggggggggh) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> Its hard times on the blocks in the projects Call my girl up in time to flip a county check I got cocaine weed and enphadamine Pac said P keep your eyes on your enemies I ain't trusting no nigga or no bitch That's the recipe in the hood nigga to get rich Thugs keep their gats right beside them True niggas keep their gats cuz we riders Hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head Hit the horn motherfucker two niggas dead R.I.P. tatoos weed and henicy Blow dust to the motherfucking enemies (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> In school with pencils pass and books in the ghetto with in Tex in killers and crooks I done seen bloodshed over blood money I done niggas kill over drug money got the game from some OG ballin down here 3rd world cali or new orleans I won't change till they bury me a paid nigga I won't change cuz P is a made nigga I got killers and dealers on my side I got homies and jackals ready to ride got the game in my vein cuz I'm bout this how many niggas out there really doubt this (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Camaflauge and all that murder murder kill kill and shit Bad nigga from the bricks blood on my kicks Seen it all in the project halls and the street corners Never choked even when those folks ran up on us Solider rag sag on my eye no lie Fuck with me for sure die no lie How many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed Laying niggas down (lay em down nigga) like apollo creed if need Got my game from that nigga versal keep your enemies close Shoot first and show the fakers no mercy Never dance with them youngsters In your life nigga you don't wanna live amongst us We ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it Fuck around get your whole click torn in it Bullet proof vest cover my chest So you best aim for my brain if you try to put me to rest (we riders) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> |
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from Chef Aid : The South Park Album [ost] (1998)
This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park I just put a million dollar reward up For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny Ya heard (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped People lie in they sheet on South Park streets Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes 211, 187, it's like a hobby Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide He knew one day that the rats would come But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it" And hit him with a shotgun, uhh (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh Judgment day is for everybody Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us And it's real out here on these streets I'd love to live like Kenny But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back Ya heard me Hombre, Master P, No Limit To the world, baby Don't get no realer than this |
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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)
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)
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)
<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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
<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)
[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)
<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)
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh, ha ha Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there [Mystikal] Nigga, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer M-Y-S-T-I-kal Its the man right chea I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the Appollo I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald's Bitch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i" I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry I'm the lightning in bad weather! I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when I'm tourin' I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!" I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper Bitch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD! [Master P] Where the hot boys at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the hot girls at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there x2 [Mia X] I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin I'm the fifty brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap I'm the loud hard chhh on the rat trap I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva I'm the lady on report card day I'm Mama Mia [Master P] Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where they at, where they at [Silkk The Shocker] Ahhhhhhh! I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance The reason why she didn't marry ya I be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister I be the nigga they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER! Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone Answer wrong, cause I'm the little brother of the last don ???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504 Member the one they call Vito, yeah that's me (you know) [Master P] Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there [Kane & Abel] I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back When the live brown hit the chamber, I'm the click clack When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap The nigga that fucked all the hoes I'll be trying to mack I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope (Kane & Abel) The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat I'm the hustlin ass nigga with the watches and the cold [Master P] Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Where the real bitches at Where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where the hot girls at [Master P] I'm the balls on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank, ha ha I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank Nigga, I'm the M in fuckin mob (mob) I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob I'm the super in dome, I'm the C in chrome I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug dealer I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the nike's on your feet I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh) I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don And I'm a end this motherfucker cause it aint no more time |
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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)
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)
<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>[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>[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)
(??????) 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)
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>[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)
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>[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)
<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)
[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>[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)
[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)
[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)
<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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