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{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]
What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office! This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie. |
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[Intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What! [Chorus 2X: Master P] My niggas here we go (huh) from the streets we clock that doe (what) doo rags with a mouth full a golds (huh) all my niggas ready ta roll (what!) [Master P] Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger but ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga roll a V12, big body trucks all chromed out, and all souped up find me sit'in on the porch in the project blowin blunt waitin ta get paid on the first on the month now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with me I'm that nigga out the CP3 woday ball'in dem bricks, and dranks on me ain't no stunn'in lady, yall know who I be I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!) [Slay Sean] Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat, fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat rock two like didacks, chase rap kidacks this nigga blast on east and south cridack my shit didack, like key sadacridack movie in the clickclack, come on suck my didack ser don't box like rata ta ta ta hoes in your face smack bodies when ya lay dat serk ain't the shit, oh I know you ain't say that you knew I come get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat! [Chorus repeat 4X] [Master P Outro] Where the project niggas at? (what what) Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what) Where them down south niggas at? (what what) Where them east coast niggas at? (what what) Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what) Where them west coast niggas at? (what what) Where them project niggas at? (what what) Ain't no niggas, like my niggas (what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what) [Repeat statement] [Repeat Chorus 2X] |
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Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics [Chorus 2X: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth.. Don't trust them when this sun drought.. cause them boys will take you out [Master P] Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets Respect my hood screaming CP3! Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the block [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard) See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers You come short in my hood, then you get delt with We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit We throw it off like them boys in Texas Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus Me and Green in a Navi Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club J.D. and Outkast showed me love See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's I said, 'Where's the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha) Cause I run with a gang of niggas Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood That bulls off the leash when we up to no good It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled teamed [Chorus 2X: Master P] [C-Murder] Down South.. Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T! Don't give a f**k if you don't like me! Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit I'm on top.. you can tell by my click I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig? Now back the f**k up before I split yo sh.... [Chorus 2X: Master P] Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up (ha ha) This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west. I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What! We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth. Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi? And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit, y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha) |
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[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage) Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar (With a lil' West Coast twist on it) (Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars] [Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] Pop those collars Pop those collars Pop those collars That's the just the way we do it Pop those collars We changed the game [Snoop] Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0 Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane [Master P & Snoop together] Cause game recognize game and we got it No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up We bang bang [Snoop] On this music that we make ho In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope We drop that shit for you kin folk And poor folks no joke, loc loc Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc [Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] [Master P] Ah dog we off the heezy Snoop and P together for cheesy Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest We off, see the tank around our nizeck We O.G. show me love And the Baker Boys started the buzz Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy Roll up to Eastside back to the West Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect [Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] [Snoop] I'll bless you before I diss you Y'all miss me, shit I miss you So sweet, so sure but so low So just let it all go, serious we sick of this Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it On the corners they poppin' they collars While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars Make a nigga wanna holler Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin' [Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade] |
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shake it from the south from the north to the east
twerk it to the west from club to the street (chorus)2x shake that thang twerk that thang wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang shake what your momma gave ya you look good thats why they hate ya (master P) you found a bitch wit ???? with that ass G shaking put that hump in your back and you n your girl trade places drop it like its hot shake it to they pop in the back of the club from the bottom to the top ???????? see im ready for that bend over touch your toes let that monkey out the dress no panties , no thong i mite take ya home we could do rite and we could do wrong like thug girl dat mite get down you gotta couple ????? we might do a couple rounds them girls be actin bad on the dance floor shacking ass (huh) in the club whodi gettin the cash (what) balling them goochies and No Limit bag (huh) (chorus) 2x (Master P) big bodys on chrome tattoos on my arm my boonapliss at the tele my bobuski at home ima bout to act a donkey i like the chocolate like brown but the trunk actin donkey quick qurves like a coke bottle i mean dick like a stallion but treated like a supermodel make the waiter drop the dranks make crippeled old man take walks to the banks shake it in the morning shake it in the evening ill play georges she can play weesy ride it like a bike twerk it all night grab the wall im from the left to the right (chorus) 2x MASTER P TALKING TILL REST |
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[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company They probably would've gave up by now But No Limit, we constantly keep rising to the top Now it' No Limit East My boy Short Circuit here, Slay Sean We laying it down for the 2 G's ya heard me [Master P & (Slay Sean)] We went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes (Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen) Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women Iced out (E-Class and that's just the beginning) Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die (Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.) (Far out, risin' to the top) Not to be stopped (Untouchable, I'm tellin' you, watch when we drop) That hot shit (Straight thug for rock shit) (My click like to pop clips when niggas pop shit) (My chain let's you know) I'm doin' my thang (And my ring let's you niggas know) That y'all can't hang (When I bang, I'm not tryin' to hear) A got damn thang (It's Slay Sean and P and No Limit's the game) [Repeated in background of hook] La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la [Hook x2] Shit it's hard livin' the life I live Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit Get money son and invest that shit [Master P & (Slay Sean)] I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice (Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice) Make a nigga think twice about livin' the life Been there done that, shit I paid the price (I seen wigs get split, kids get hit) (All for the love of money, that's rediculous) Sometimes I ask how did I get into this Life ain't fair, that's the reason I don't care (Hit the street when it's time eat, if it's beef) Draw the heat (I can't get outta this) I'm in too deep (Can't sleep, too many jays walkin' a beat) Had many breaks, got my hustle on in many states (I went from PA then to VA back to PA) (Doin' it bouncin' on junx on the freeway) Gettin' if it's problems you want I'm givin' it (No if's and's or but's) Whodi we serious [Repeated in background of hook] La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la [Hook x2] Shit it's hard livin' the life I live Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit Get money son and invest that shit [Master P & (Slay Sean)] P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone No Limit Communications, whodi I'm slangin' phones (I ride chrome, fuck bitches till they moan) (Put em' to sleep, when they wake up I'm gone) I'm so wrong, tellin' shorties to hold on They wait for me, my sex game is so strong Late nights gettin' these tapes right I take flights around the world tryin' to break mights (Puffin' weed, Black Dye crushin' me) (Smokin' out in weather thinkin' they can fuck with me) (Pop some bees, wild out drop the V) (Slay Sean yeah we on that watch and see) (Thanks to P, No Limit is the place to be) (He believed in me when the eighties had no faith in me) (Everything is real ain't no fake in me) (You only heard one side of Slay, this is a taste of me) [Repeated in background of hook] La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la [Hook x2] Shit it's hard livin' the life I live Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit Get money son and invest that shit [Short Circuit talking] Yeah Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx Harlem, Philly, Jersey Ya heard, the whole East Coast baby Connecticut, yeah all my Binghamton niggas Everybody out of state gettin' that money It's goin' to y'all baby [Master P talking] And all y'all thugs out there Down South Y'all keep y'all heads up To the West Coast to the Mid-West Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin' ya heard me Soldiers for life whodi I gotta say what up to my group Afficial, Red Alert and Flex Oh yeah, we gonna rock the Tunnel And every club out there this year whodi It's our time to shine, it ain't no limit ya heard |
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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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I don't know whats wrong wit these f**kaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha f**ka get wit me i try to teach a motha f**ka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who the f**k goin AWOL man i let these motha f**kaz in here, then they go to the f**kin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any f**kin producers runnin they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha f**ka couldn't even make beef fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone f**k wit ya. Sell all the stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a f**k. I don't have no image to hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u punta? |
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[Magic - talking]
I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on} Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me [Hook 2x: Magic] Believe the nigga These pockets gone stay fat nigga See me and P we go way back, you best stay back To you hatas muthafuck this is payback [Verse One: Magic] These niggas is hatin we like what ever We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta We got an essential because us niggas so clever and make a mill break me off is how we stay together I'm doing my own thing but me and P we forevea Favor for favor we got this shit on lock Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back I go to church straped with a 45 glock Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me Hook 2X: Magic [Verse Two: Master P] Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and I don't know why you hate me? Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately Only real niggas stand on my block and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right but if you fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently but ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n Hook 2X: Magic [Verse Three: Magic] Hatin get you no where You niggas better hush Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass touched I don't want bust I wanna bet you down to mush Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much See Magic from the nine where they don't mind dying Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado 5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready Your music is dull plus I'm sharp as a machete Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me Hook 2X: Magic [Master P - talking] Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune Then ya'll speak on Nigga know that we from the gutta We made it to the butta and that's why they mad at us Tryin to keep us off MTV Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye but we street niggas and we know how to hustle We gonna always get ours nigga Believe that |
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[Master P talking]
Yo T, I know you there girl pick up the phone Anyway, I'm on my way ya heard me [Tamar Braxton & (Master P)] I been watching you, watching me (I got my eyes on you too whodi, ha ha) And I really want to know (I wanna make ya my babooski, ya heard) Before we go, can you keep it on the low [Tamar Braxton x2] Tell me can you keep a secret Tell me boy exactly what you do Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you [Master P] What, what, what, what The first time I seen you I met you in a party Something about them eyes and the way you walk It's something about them thighs and the way you talk Make me wanna grab my pistol and go to war I'm a thug but it's all love baby Don't be scared, I'm not gon' break ya heart baby Picture this a lil' sexin' on the beach, ya heard Ya ready freaky when ya doin' this with me whodi You like rides then I got plenty of dogs You wanna go fast then boo I got exotic cars You wanna be platinum then girl I'm gon' ice you up And if the Benx too small take a Rolls or truck, ya heard [Tamar Braxton & (Master P)] I been watching you, watching me (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) And I really want to know (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) Before we go, can you keep it on the low [Tamar Braxton x2] Tell me can you keep a secret Tell me boy exactly what you do Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you [Master P] I don't mean to brag but if ya need some money boo I got that 10 karats on ya finger I bet cha' girl ya got that Ya gotta play it safe whodi, I ain't gon' sweat chu' Ya like to get freaky, tonight I'm gon' wet chu' Champagne mix it up, hook it up with the bubble bath Throw it to the hot tub, dresser, stab Don't play no games whodi, then we can rock that That new Jag truck you wanted boo you got that I'm gon' be there for ya shorty but not trickin' It's all love a lil' thuggin' and huggin' and kissin' Toni Braxton says they wasn't man enough But I'm a soldier girl so is it cool or what [Tamar Braxton & (Master P)] I been watching you, watching me (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) And I really want to know (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) Before we go, can you keep it on the low [Tamar Braxton] Tell me can you keep a secret Tell me boy exactly what you do Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you [Tamar Braxton & (Master P)] Tell me can you keep a secret (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) Tell me boy exactly what you do (My life is my life, ya life is ya life) (Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights) Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you [Master P] My life is my life, ya life is ya life Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights My life is my life, ya life is ya life Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights [Master P talking] It's out thing ya heard me My life, your life, we can do whatever we want baby, we grown Huh, you gon' be there for me, I'm gon' be there for you babooski [Tamar Braxton] Tell me can you keep a secret Tell me boy exactly what you do Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you |
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{Chorus 2x - Krazy}
We some No Limit Soldiers (We still ballin' so fuck what you think You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank) You see No Limit is an army {Master P} Nigga what what bitches callin' my name Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state Lil' Beezy he off the heezy He in the threezy smoking weezy I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name Nigga rap in the South I started that It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me Cause No Limit is a part of history Chorus 2x {Krazy} I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ??? Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home With my chopper I release anger Runnin' off in the dark like strangers I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me I told the same thing ??? Its easy To bust a niggas skull plate Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state You ain't ready {Slay Sean} Out of control ever since I got out the hold Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole My nine it explodes every time its exposed Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch Clothes soiled your body red as your heart Chorus 4x |
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{Master P}
Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe The soulja boy never let you go You gotta man he ain't got to know And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!) Chorus: 2x {Master P in the background of chorus until chorus is done} hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! {Erika Fox} The way - you - make - me - feel Make me wanna run wit you Such a boy can I roll wit you *I'm always lovin' you 2nd time thru {Master P} [Verse 1] Check it out You and ya girls come follow me I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high Chorus:2x {Master P} [Verse 2] How do you do my senorita Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya" Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya Hit me on the cell or on the beepa Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! Chorus:2x {Erika Fox} I'll be your soulja girl Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy I'll be your soulja girl {Erika Fox} [Verse 3] I need a soulja boy ready to go to war A fire boy with 20'z on his car When I need some love he won't be far I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me) Talk that talk, but keep it real And never stop but plays the bills And I love the way he makes me feel Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real Chorus: 2x {Master P} Hook1: 3x Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Ha! Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! {Master P in background behind himself talking} Hook2: 4x Hut 1, Hut 1, Hut 2 {Master P} Hook3: 4x Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! - (rhythm of the music) No Limit Soldiers can't be stop Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Chorus:2x (without Master P in the background) |
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[Master P]
Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh? Take one of mine and don't think I'm a take one of yours Huh, might take three or four of yours Lights out [Chorus] Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... [Master P] Now I done pissed on some graves and put some gats in some mouths I done ran through the hood and made the rats come out Now y'all think it's a fuckin game These niggaz know why I came I'm bout to knock on his door And bust this bitch brains This nigga done stole somethin from me That I could never get back See I remember the days me and my soldiers dressed in all black Now if it's twenty five to life, I might do myself Cuz I was a ghetto nigga, and some bad cards was delt No milk from the bottle, momma had beer in her tittys Now the more I smoke weed, I think these niggaz wanna get me And I'm paranoid, for all the souls got taught But should I sit down like a bitch, or revenge what I lost {*gun shot*} [Chorus] Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... [Krazy] Get your people on the floor, I need fifty G's Tell your mother fuckin daugher that she better not breathe I'm full of greed, til' I get this fuckin paper out ya' And I bet you tommorow they gone read about ya' Three bodys found burned, with they tongue n head missing When I cut ya' daughters throat, her body start pissin' ??? hit ya, I don't know why I just smoked your ass but nigga called me on the phone, and said he had the cash Oh shit, I told him meet me at the park A black suit, some Jason masks after dark Nigga didn't bring the cops, so I guess he was stuck Hit him fifty fuckin times, and I told him shhh... [Chorus] Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... [Slay Sean] Assed out, no where to go with the gats out Stashed out, ready and willing to mash out Hit the crack house Two in the spot, back out One in the leg Two in the head, Blacked out Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out Stalling on me, hurry up pull them stacks out Times runnin' out, sooner or later you assed out Times up nigga, shhh.... LIGHTS OUT [Chorus] Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust... [Master P] Yea'... Y'all cowards out there, Hush All Y'all real niggas out there, Hush Do what you gotta do nigga, then Hush HAHA, some mo' motherfuckin' fairy tales from Ghetto Postage nigga With the motherfuckin' stamps on it, ya heard me? |
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[Chorus: Afficial]
Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz But I still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like T. Harris They should call em Arnold Shwartzeneger cuz I carry gold 4-5's And my mission in life is to make millions til I die They should retire my jersey cuz everything I ship be platinum And if you aint wit No Limit you don't know what's happenin Chorus: [Afficial] F-L-A-L damn that's E-S Still spit game get head up in the G-S Rap game nice ball game nice Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice Even when im knowing im wrong im right right You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight And everywhere im going im hearin A A Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare 16 guns got me 16 trials 16 boss got you 16 thous 16 shots get you 16 wholes my wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know Chorus: [Afficial] Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game Push my rover to the limit I abused the range Change cars like my clothes including shoes Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms I love cash but go to jail just to workout Get a year for G-P get big and get out I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while So I can go down south wit platinum teeth when I smile Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches Trucks so big I could scoot like 30 bitches Yall money short like 30 midgets Giani suit or No Limit gear I do buisenss |
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a bitch is a straight hoe we all know watch her nbend and take it in the cat on the club floor a head full of weave and her shorts up her ass a thug girl know to make em flee in the past she want some hennessy nigga f**k amoretta once you f**k this thug girl i bet you wont forget her as soon as the bitch see you lookin she gon back it up on you you just married the hoe i forgot to warn you we some no limit niggas with some no limit girls and you best realize we in a no limit world me and my nigga c tag team on them hoes cause they love a nigga over 6 feet with some golds bling blingin phone ringin it aint nothin i need some hennesy i bout to go a bang something see carazy love a thug girl thats for sure give me a rubber believe im a f**k that hoe FEEL IT chorus: a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, im a breeder not a lover. a chick is a thug girl wit mad flava damn she can get that thug easy, Crazy would you hit that boy? Yea If i got use rubber, Ima soilder not a lover. master p I wanna thug with ya make love wit cha some some bud wit cha sit in hot tubs wit cha I got the hook up baby girl so holla if you hear me take a trip to the motel cause its time to get busy take the batteries out your phone put the beeper on vibe now picture me ballin and beatin up them thighs I see you ready got ya nipples on hard baby lick me up and down and let me clown lady you lookin good in your victoria secret boo put my name on your ass now whats up with you i see your girlfriend jockin and you smiling like a child so lets get out this club and lets go home and get buck wild. |
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I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em I lost a homie and a brother in the same week And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep And these chickens love to flip flop I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together We all family lil one we supposed to die together But you had to go first (first) I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain After the pain but it aint the same I remember we used to ball together Me and you homie hustlin project halls together Whodi we all stood tall together Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever Chorus: We popped dollars together Counted dollars together We was on a roll doin shows nigga We was always together I lost so many peers Shared so many tears It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed And uh its' a mystery on Tupac Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot Easy E died of aids And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves To the media you aint shit till you die You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped On the radio and video stations nonstop Who wanna be next While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone Chorus: |
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