[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy] (Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop
[Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!!
[Chorus]
[Curren$y] These little niggaz can't take it anymore I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla
[Chorus]
[Krazy] See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip My alias believe me Doc Holiday If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away
[Chorus]
[Master P] I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick I might be country but I'm ghetto rich An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas
[Chorus]
[T-Bo] Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin' It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation
[Chorus]
[Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly
[Chorus]
[Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you down south hustlin' holla {whoop whoop}
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it
*Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style
Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash
*Repeat
Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga
Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha) You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit
I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces
*Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4
We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces
Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys with the plastic toys Pop, pop Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' And we got them motherfuckers bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family
*What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you x2
I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hoes Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound
*Repeat (x2)
Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Iberville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die) A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die.
I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep
*Repeat
How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart
Say Brah, I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war
Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend, thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war
Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them thug girls about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest 3rd baller you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million thug soldiers on your street?
Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga? Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it
Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me
(Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up
(Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door
(lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here
chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit
Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho
(Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine
chorus x8
(Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up
(snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips everyday Hustling to make the paper but thats ok
(504) They say that choppa's actin funny He aint hollar in a day He gots his top down On his new Z-28 (Hollar atcha boy) but the 8 of us aint But they like my rims (sprewell) But when i stop they keep running away Im doin 80 in the ***lightning*** Duece tre's on shine Dem cops done pulled me over but my rims done blinded 'em. Plus i got 4 models in the back of my truck 18 inch bazookas bumpin my stuff Wakin the block
(Master P) Call me ghetto Bill cause my seats they be gucci And when i roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic Kidded up like im batman Represent the pro-jects, T.V. when i roll that Gambling for a car note hope i dont blow that Whoooooo
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok
(504) We Roll the big body bens, and the navigator In the hood servin drinks like im a resturant waiter Blue lights on that jag cause i love the shine Keep me by my shortys house cause we off the vibe I aint payed the car note in about 3 months Id rather spend my paper on henny and blunts Even when the truck stop them things keep constatly spinnin Ima 504 Boy so im constalty winnin
(Youngstar) Roll around on tight whips catch me on the night shift Im just a youngsta I rolls without a liscence My dawgs is trifiling homie you can bite wind First one in the hood and the block wit the ice rims My seats be piped out T.V's wit the lights sound Had this blinking when i passed tried not to wipe out Dash wit the wood grain Still in the hood maan Catch me on lean, car clean, we doin big things
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok
(504) The way we do it she still wit her man but she gonna turn around Bently a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn it down Its like no limit city we obey no laws This parkin lot pimpin cars changin colors these boys go hard
(Master P) We leave the tags on the window bought it cause its worth about a 100 V-12 remote control Chee-Chee engine runnin P.Miller Throwbacks wit the convertable shift Candy paint starburst wit the iced out chip Yokohama tires whoodie but i only got 3 No limit boys we thuggin out we get a hot one next week
(Lil Romeo) Im rich charlie my dad and im rollin on drops Pull the screamers to the curb i think i saw the cops They call me richy rich I got my name in the seats X-box in the front and in the back DVD got T.V's and a headrest for them big wide screens Got the navigation system wit a phone inbetween Rollin a coupe wit the top down when i go outdoors We ride on whole days around here got 24's
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok
(Magic) Shodey-loony-loony-loony lomp-bomp-be-da High on life just want to drive fancy cars They keep on lookin boy to see who we are The new No Limit Ghetto su-superstar
(504) I got that flip flop paint on My ram air thang on The nose on my hood just like my ride stay pissed off I roll through your hood they ask me do my car lift off Like if it was made out of spaces, my 20's go criss-cross
T-BO Gold grill glisens these chicks call me Mr. Cleana fire cracker Big ballin is the thing you never seen Im sippin lean public playin on 6 T.V screens Interer green 24's but they know it aint no thang Haa
(Master P) We ghetto fab. Let the bling bling show Driveway like a dealership dont walk no more We willin out all day all night Cause this is my life, my life, my life
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok
hello yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here my dad said he not here well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment.
[Chorus - 2x] My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha
[Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City
[Chorus - 2x]
[Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller
[Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys
[Chorus - 2x]
[Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support
[Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that
[Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green
(talking) 504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch Or testify on any of my homies That's the code to the streets, ya heard me What's up Krazy, we in here The New No Limit, code to the streets baby
(Chorus) Could you tell me where my niggas at In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that Could you tell me Lord what triggered that I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
(Krazy) As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with reality, my dog is gone For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger f**k my chrome And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life I'm a soldier till I die, mutherf**k 3 strikes I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood
(Chorus - 2x)
(Master P) Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
C and Mac locked up, but we still a click Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain 25 caught ten, man it's just a game When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast And the judge send a word about cop a plea They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated Facing life so it's strike three, independent Slanging records call us coke dealers C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
(Chorus - 2x)
(Krazy) Lord please accept my nigga mail Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell For my dogs still slang for livings Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
Intro: (Master P) Yeah nigga, don't let this rap shit fool ya I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die
[Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me) My soldiers time to die for me (for me) Hold ya guns to the sky (sky) The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride)
[Verse 1]: Choppa I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me All the lies I done took in this world of mine Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets Lookin' at this young nigga that had the nuts to pull it No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show no fear
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]: Master P To my niggas in the pent. I feel your pain And to my niggas in the street we still strapped and chained Middle fingers up to New Orleans I hope C and Mac get a motherfuckin' pardon I'm on the block thuggin' with my niggas gettin' paper I don't give a fuck about you hoes or you haters CP3 is what a nigga fuckin' rep G Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me Cuz I ride wit' my niggas, I roll wit' killas I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!) It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it Nigga don't say it if you don't fuckin' mean it Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga? Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it
Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me
(Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up
(Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door
(lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here
chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit
Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho
(Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine
chorus x8
(Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up
(snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt
Baby baby get up what? You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard
*I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2
I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch
*Repeat (x2)
Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard
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Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all
Who dat nigga? What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac
*Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz x2
See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts (ya heard)
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Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of tabloid Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on
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They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a United scrap Coming 9 milometer with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners
