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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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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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[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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| 3. |
| 4:34 |
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<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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| 4. |
| 2:35 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:44 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:06 |
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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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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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<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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| 8. |
| 3:07 |
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<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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| 4:45 |
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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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| 10. |
| 4:22 |
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<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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<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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<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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<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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<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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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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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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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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<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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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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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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| 4:12 |
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[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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Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
<i>[O'Dell]</i> Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas And the bitches like the peapop (peapop) And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's And niggas still ride old school Caddies And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner And niggas wish they could move to California It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high And bitches love to suck a line A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man And you might get a rep if you're a killer The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers And hoes love you if you're famous But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin' God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94 He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward Come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust Now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers Might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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| 3:35 |
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<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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| 4:28 |
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<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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<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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(??????) 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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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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