Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?!
*For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay
Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo'
Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume
[Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up)
[Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ
[Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me
[Chorus]
[Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit!
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ
[Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!!
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker
[Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
[Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches!
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man) that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here
[Master P]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon when you see a thug like a G screamin' I smoke green with the reaper I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper just a young thug tryin' make it visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me forgive me for my weed and my hennessy young killers when I'm gone won't remember green and women be my past time live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas I got .45, nines, and gats cocked young homies bangin' corner signs on my block and the average age is twenty-five young homies don't even live to retire I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold
(Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'
[Silkk the Shocker]
P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin' I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys its past my time to get high off green and swisher i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya one two I'm comin' for you three four I'm kickin' up in your door life it seems to be a bad dream scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream
(Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'
Ughhhhh....... Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit So you want to get rid of gansta rap But what if gansta rap gets rid of you How'd you like them apples You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit You always point the finger at the bad guy But what if the bad guy points the finger at you Fuck the politcians the media and the government The fucking world was built on production If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music You couldn't pay for a meal I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around Tapping my phone and over taxing my money You know what a hustler is Its a pig that don't fly straight But its ok (its ok) When you finish listening to this tape It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me So fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don Master P The Last Don
<i>[Master P]</i> I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps I live the life of a rider lost at heart I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart I went to jail for shit I didn't do Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew We retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh) Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it Change by society but these fools tryin' take me They want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up Walkin' the blocked up down or cocked up In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me Your girl or your homey Cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies That's one that's grown from the Last Don
He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X) 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller They all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don Real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain Feel my pain its real out here Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life You can't do what you wanna do A coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies once So all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together And if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga Don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self Cause money's the root of all evil We done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars That's one to grow on nigga from the last Dizon you heard me?
Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner Wit killas and drugs They healing Outlaws that reaching for souls We ghetto niggas 600, Fearris, and Rolls We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy We gon hang niggas We gon bang niggas We gon slang niggas Cause we trigger niggas Banger got cheese nigga Never fall nigga Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga Cause I'm a soldier No Limit finest Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds Uhh - uhh Hit 'em up nigga Get 'em get 'em get 'em Miss me I'ma split 'em Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em Uhh - uhh Or else East 99 will get with 'em
[Chorus - Master P]
[Layzie Bone]
Little Lay done traveled around the world Caught a few cases Seen so many faces and so many places Ace this game Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis Give me my spaces Show me some love though Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo" Could you do me that and I'll hit you back Little nig just don't know where my thugs at Some at the track on the back chrome gat Some around the corner selling that crack Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone May they rest in peace My nigga sleep Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land Putting it down for the nation of thugs man So you understand Now whats wrong with your game Wounds be getting to shooting Fuck the law Keep packing that steel Real real when your riding the feel just chill And peace will be still Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans Across the sea and ocean Master P and Bone thugs Coast to coast We steadily rolling putting it down
[Chorus - Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car Reach in the back for the AK Okay Lets see if you ready for war Scoping the target Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs Shit Bitch hear me ticking I'm bound to blow Nigga better get on the floor Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank Look in my eyes They so surprised Cause they must have thought I was studio What do ya know Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up Aw shit Here come the police Now tell me what it is you want? I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot Lets get it on Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back Fucked up We wouldn't of had to resort to violence But man the nigga was raised that way And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today But what can I say? I picked a fucked up game to play So I gotta get up and move out Face the shoot out So I'll be on my way
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah In the mist of the ghetto When I fly ride by die Niggas wanna let go It's a pain just to maintain But it's a shame cause I do the same thing Still from the streets Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E Yeahhh We the Mo Thug warriors warriors Fuck them stories that them haters be telling Huh You run up we murder ya Stressed out niggas on weed Fuck niggas don't like me and police I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends Make ends Anyday can be your last one Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns Don't you wanna have some fun Come come Bloody red red rum
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Me telling ya Yeah See me and my niggas we down for whatever Yah heard me? No matter the cause Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income Ya'll get fifth thugs Your nigga thats ready for war Lets battle Stepping with cannons Come with my handbook Niggas with (?) But if you choose you lose Them niggas will fucking fool Come and get a abused If you've paid your dues My niggas you've learned the golden rule You gotta do what you gotta do But priceless So many done test don't try me (?) Niggas come to stay tru Digging his grave They dieing They recognize the Cles from C-L-E Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans My niggas at No Limit Gotta make more cheese It's Bone and P
[Chorus - Master P]
[Master P] Ha ha P and Bone nigga Yah heard me? And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us Yah heard me?
[Mia X] Woke one morning, tears in my eyes The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise He got high, but they didn't find no dope They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so Now we might do time in the penn But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence So I guess once again that it's on But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Master P] My enemies hate me money can't make me Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me Give me four or five months and I'm out It must be love momma put up the house And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga Little Fame and little change nigga But um, I gotta do what I gotta Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics I gotta little square when the penetentiary cause on these streets are heaven or hell Now picture me balling I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mia X] Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door But all the goin find is some ghetto dope So come on, so would you just let a bitch live Stack my ends and raise my kids Ride my benz, flow my ice Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this Watch this young black family take this whole industry And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you Thinkin about you
<i>[Snoop]</i> Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh) Lets keep this shit straight G And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas Ya heard me
<i>[Master P]</i> We ridas, we ridas, we ridas
<i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
<i>[Sillk]</i> Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo Then we bust and here we go Then hit the mothafuckin flow Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ?? And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal And we be on these fake mothafuckin niggas like it was a corner back See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back We stayin strapped wit two two threes Wit mothafuckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys Blowin weed by da trees Now all my south to west Them niggas rowdy And all them niggas that north to da east Them niggas get bout it (uuungh)
<i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
<i>[Mystikal]</i> We fuck we smoke we bank we blast When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin Makin hang yo ass Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass Snoop fuckin wit this bitch you can't get mad Its a big bank thang so we actin bad Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know We represent them niggas out that five o fo Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka
<i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
<i>[Snoop]</i> One lone lee D P I C Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat I always keep a roach in my baseball cap I page P fo a double up An that nigga ain't even call me back I strode to the spot where my sack is at I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at So I can set up shop an rock my new glock I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah D O double gizzy gots ta get busy From the south to da west we ridahs Hatas miss me
<i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga
<i>[Master P]</i> Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate Mystikal Pass me them thangs an lets get emHit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside An if anybody home, then everybody die Nigga, we don't talk nigga We do that gangsta walk An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk
<i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
<i>[Master P]</i> We ridas nigga Master P, Sillk the Shocker, Mystikal and Snoop Dogg Whole mothafuckin No Limit troops We ridas We ridas We ridas Nigga we don't talk we ridas
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You fucking little monkeys
This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet
<i>[Sons of Funk and Master P]</i> Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) <i>[2X]</i>
<i>[Master P]</i> Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker And ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot And every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops Nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me But make sure six TRU niggas carry me But if they miss know (nigga) you a goner Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)
<i>[Chorus (2X)]</i>
<i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock Cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain I could re-open my eyes and realize All the niggas that lost their lives in this game I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle With this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries I recieved ya'll letters And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better Now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with Too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come On top of that I had a fucked up day To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you Tonight when I pray feel my pain
Ugh! Ha ha! Ooh! Huh? P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga. This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day everytime. Like dis here. Element of surprise. Da Last Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
Let it be writ and said, done and published That on the sixth month of June 1998 E-40 Fonzarellie A-K-A Charlie Hustleezy And my Third Ward weepilation From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased Any Old School classic memories of Northern California Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin' Morning, night, day in Norleans And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway Bobbin and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, Penelope force Tryin' to convince em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin' along any how We had been went our separate ways Shit, we been had a divorce In and out of court, betta' yet Neva was married any how and engaged Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph And, uh, when your new album droppin fool That other shit was cool
[Chorus] Get your money man, get your paper Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips Get your snaps man, get paid
Ugh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans Game won't change, these niggas can't fade me Mama still pray for baby Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads And all I want be is a soldier Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rollas Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us Ghetto millionaires and still blowin' doja Keep my composure when times hectic Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas And still run wit the thug niggas And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas And push 600 wit a bulletproof The ghetto Bill Gates The only president wit a gold tooth
[Chorus]
Uh, n-neva let your guards down Always play defense neva offense Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses Sequence this Paint a portrait of these next events See if you can predict what I was about to say Within the next couple of sentences Technically impossible To hard to call See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider I threw him a knuckle ball Back against the wall, knockin' niggas out (knockin' niggas out) Hemmed up in da corner nigga that's what I'm about
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped Nigga tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps Cause this street life got me crazy But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby And only God can take me And ain't no nigga in this hood gone play me So when I ball I'm a ball til I fizall And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) Only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it <i>[3X]</i>
Stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving But picture me a third ward nigga ballin' A house on the lake and one on the hill Imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me This bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
<i>[Chorus (2X)]</i>
I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars They couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy Protected by soldiers live my life smokin' The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
<i>[Chorus (3X)]</i>
Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take We takin' a hundred of them We gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now But you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together And we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power 'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more To multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope) If all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up Then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude Changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media That want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas The media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records No Limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto Take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there Livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up (wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon Now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west To the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas Real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz That's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I Just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga You protect you and yours
<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
<i>[Chorus: x4]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> These streets keep me rollin' Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
<i>[Master P]</i> You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho's a love you And these niggas a hate you When you young and ballin' I mean broke and fallin' I said sleeping and crawlin' That's when the Devil be callin' They want to take all your change T-shirts and khakis These ho's a love me Or send some niggas to jack me The game done change It's not the same Da Last Don be my name Cause I'm tru to da game I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand Out in the streets be lying in a can I done change and they watch me The fedz can't stop me It'll take millions to box me But the ghetto you got me
<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
<i>[Fiend]</i> What's the purpose of being the baddest When some haters a kill for your status For a taste of lavish Or follow you home for the cabbage But look here we savages Survivors and Soldiers Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia On his casket lies a magnolia Flower for peace Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice I'm the beast You know me FIEND the glock carrier Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya Guns with the sound barrier Livin for no tomorrow Show me the dirty cargo And fuck your family morrows Boy souls I'm quick to borrow Gettin' sisters and brothers to I got something to kill you and a thought of another you Just another number to The murder rate in my city One week all kids born with no pitty Shitty ain't it How it's painted Realness thru my eyes Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
Kid: Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school. P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger.
[Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes In this ghetto, got me crazy Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby And the color of my skin might taint me
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
And all the money can't change the color of your skin Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen? It is cause we VIOLENT? But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'? So many people have dreams But why society eliminated Martin Luther King? And they tell us to be proud to be black And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, its a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol Where found history books about white laws And tell me Hilfiger discriminate And sell us clothes But we can't blame him cause We don't support the black stores And only God can judge ??? and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
(I'm just a black man Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain (Hold on, hold on Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain
[Silkk] P pray for your little brother [Master P] Silkk, keep your head up [Silkk] I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn) What about all of the people that died in the past? Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty And I know they didn't do it But still they can't get back I see the copper be tryin' to nail me Police constantly trailin' me Cause I'm young, rich, and black I'm always under survelience Dash me out the car And wanna ask me who the car fuck Thay allowed to carry guns Can't never be convicted Who that law fuck? I'm guilty till proven innocent Still we all equals, how do you figure? Cop told me "you weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a nigger" I seen the hardest of my homies Break down in tears A white judge looked them in the eyes And gave them 35 years Now its a everyday struggle I hustle just to live To raise your kids When they got them teachin' them Their parents better than them They got me thinkin' The color of my skin Is a sin I'm a black man in a white man's world Where its set up for me not to win Lookit, ain't that about a bitch They look at us like we ain't shit But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists I'm a black man (Unghhhhh)
[Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
Outro: Check this out (check this out) Underneath (underneath) Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white) We all equal (we all equal) We all equal (we all equal) We all (remember that) Got the same opportunity Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers Ain't a black or white thing Pick the best man for the job And there shouldn't be no hatin' Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house Should be able to live wherever you want The same hospitality they give to athletes And movie stars Should give that same hospitality and companionship To your neighbors You heard me? Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me I just make music For the reality Only the real could feel this, huh Only the real could feel this
<i>[Master P]</i> Every soldier got a story to tell
<i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
<i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell
<i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos
<i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i>
<i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that
<i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i>
<i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack
<i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i>
<i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell..
<i>[Master P]</i> Dear Mr. President i live in the hood Where people live bad But say its all good And my homies slanging and robbing Caught a misdameanor felonies We cant survive it And three strikes niggas out it But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it One nation in god we trust But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us (ugghhhhh) Now you see how we feel Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang Thats how they get killed You run from the press We run from killers and jackers And wear bullet proof vest Some say the president like weed and hoes Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got Terrorist wantin to blow you away, I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place You got secret service Roamin the streets I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me
<i>[Chorus]</i> Dear mr. president (mr. president) My letter to the president, the president <i>[repeat 2x]</i>
<i>[Mac]</i> Dear mr president Mama just lost her job Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed Landlord giving us three days to disappear Santa Claus missed our house this year You got the white house Protected by the goverment killers We got the crack house Protected by them neighborhood dealers Opportunity ain't never knocked And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke And hit the weed when they stress me Niggas die in the ghetto Put they face on a shirt White folks get killed and its a city wide search Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke Nigga cross my heart and hope to die I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's eyes
<i>[CHORUS: Master P]</i> Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama bathed me <i>[4X]</i>
<i>[Verse 1: Master P]</i> I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs Even though, this ghetto got me crazy Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby
<i>[CHORUS (2X)]</i>
<i>[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]</i> I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony Out for this money, homies maintain they composure Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP But the scripts how mama raised me Pops wasn't home, left us all alone Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game She showed me everythang except how to be a man I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught It's probably pops fault how I ended up Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
<i>[CHORUS (2X)]</i>
<i>[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]</i> Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us The world wouldn't be like it is now I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house And my pops been locked up for ten years Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss Momma I love you cause you brought me hear But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me Take it slowly
<i>[Master P]</i> Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs
<i>[Chorus x3]</i> Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh!
<i>[Verse-1]</i> I be bustin' them locs I be slangin' the dope I be runnin' from coke I be bustin' in dos I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business Eighteen rounds, six five P's murdah shit I got the game Never ball, never cheat, never fall Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled Big brained, and big boulder Big bustah, big hustla Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted Uhh!
<i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down nigga hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh! (Ugggh)
Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
<i>[Verse-2]</i> Click click go boom Nigga lay it down I ain't fuckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas Or no hoes that's talkin' the game I got too much to do I been slangin' cane In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga Roll up on the curb Sh..duck or you served I be lucky, niggas steady bustin' No Limit niggas ain't fuckin' with ya'll bustas No bustas got game nigga, change nigga Fuckin' the game nigga Ya'll niggas that came nigga I say that I'm servin' 'em Dumb niggas ain't heard of me Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah I got the game choppin' Niggas started droppin' Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it You stop and know No, just retire for a minute Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin'
<i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down nigga (ugggh) I ain't fuckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga
Lay it down Lay it down let's hit 'em I ain't bout no fuckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em
<i>[Verse-3]</i> Kicked in a crackhouse Got me a pile of that key Lay it down young niggas Now they workin' for me I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it I got niggas in the project workin' it But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick So when a nigga get rich That's when them hoes talk shit They wanna put yah down on the tee Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines New Orleans so they workin' it
<i>[Chorus]</i> Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't bout no fuckin' talkin', let my 9 fuckin' get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em
<i>[Master P]</i> No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga Let that muthafuckin' 9 get 'em Fuck rappin' bout it
<i>[Chorus (4x):]</i> This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes
<i>[Master P:]</i> Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said Now I'm walking with the devil (With the devil) And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto No nominees from the Grammies But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies Tears in my eyes from these street pains That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man And the feds follow me like I'm slanging crack Wasting tax dollars cause I'm young, rich, famous and black
<i>[Chorus (4x)]</i>
<i>[Master P:]</i> Its a new slavery times done changed Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains Got us killing up each other Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers Hypocrite preachers teaching the word And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs Watch Bill Gates buying islands See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling Where the poor live hungry And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies
<i>[Chorus (2x)]</i>
<i>[C-Murder:]</i> I'm still mad at the world 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes I'm just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt I ain't got nothing but No Limit so I'm a represent it 'til my last breath My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill
<i>[Chorus (4x)]</i>
This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what There's more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes This for all the ghetto stars out there Going through a thing All my homies in the penatentiary I feel y'all pain To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls) To all my No Limit Soldiers The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome It's foolish, ya heard me
