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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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| 4:17 |
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| 7. |
| 5:24 |
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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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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills? GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE! (Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?) [Chorus: Master P - army drill style] I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told) But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll (But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll) Where are all my whodis at? (Where are all my whodis at?) From the North to the South to the East to the West (From the North to the South to the East to the West) Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots) Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!) [Master P] UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH! See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right [Chorus] [Master P] (What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood (HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?) Souljarettes, they love, money and ends You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets You die how you live, the strong eat the weak Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?) UNNNNNNGGGGGH! [Chorus] [Master P] Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit Don't start no shit it won't be no shit THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT! Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me? Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah (ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?) DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two Hut one, hut two.. DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through! |
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| 5:08 |
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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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| 4:44 |
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[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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| 3:21 |
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[Silkk the Shocker]
Niggas hear this I want niggas to mug niggas Like, what you lookin at? [Master P] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me [Chorus 2X: Master P] Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM) Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!) Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat [Master P] Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat! Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat! A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back! We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz You come up fakin and frontin You get your wig split nigga Live by the knife Whodi die by the trigga We be runnin dem blocks Duckin Dodgin dem cops Slangin tape till they pop And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!) Chorus [Silkk the Shocker] All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards! Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis See we right where da block at Right where da spot at Right where it's hot I mean Right where the cops at Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha) Chorus [Master P] Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat No Limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat Ride me out Silkk {Silkk's voice sound effects) Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Eeeerrrr! |
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| 12. |
| 2:50 |
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[D.I.G.]
Whassup man? I think you need to back up off me brah Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good And I have a attitude problem You might push that button to strike that nerve So you need to just go 'head on and back up [Master P] WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??! Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone See I'm the thug of the century Cause I done laid it down from the streets to overseas to penitentiary We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya See the eyes of the tiger in my blood Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub? We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah) See nuttin don't last forever but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at? All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock From the South to the East, give it up And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up (UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me?? Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [D.I.G.] Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs and pistols bein cocked at all times and when you run up you gon' fall down Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 8X) |
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| 4:42 |
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(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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| 4:10 |
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| 4:15 |
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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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| 5:25 |
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| 3:35 |
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| 18. |
| 4:12 |
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Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 4x I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why They cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat And it's the children like P turned out by the street I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks Servin death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil Robbin and killin my own kind, Lord forgive me Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change Chorus 4x If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest Last night I had a talk with my momma Then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies You can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it You see the opportunity, you take it But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed But I still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s My homies rest in peace in the game I don't think you'll ever know the pain I want to change Chorus 4x Lord knows, picture me ballin trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin Hennessey and weed when they bury P A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me Fall on my knees to no nigga Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam Life, is like a page, I want to turn I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home Momma worrying cause the rent late 3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate I sent him Camel with no filters I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep Cause your best friend turn into your enemy Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game Go on take me out the ghetto I want to make a change Chorus -- fade out |
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